Chapter 2487 Mumbai Blood Type

"If you have something to do, go home and talk about it." Zheng Ren finished speaking lightly, then turned around and was about to leave.

"I didn't! You wronged me!" The woman roared, like a ghost, muttering the same words just now, but her eyes were only blank and helpless.

Zheng Ren shook his head, he didn't want to care about these messy things.

It is difficult for an honest official to decide on housework. Zheng Ren has been working in the clinic for a long time, and he is more resistant to saying who is right and who is wrong with a sense of justice.

That's the job of a judge, not a doctor. Just now, they just pulled the two of them apart to prevent the man from beating others.

If you can pass it, you can pass it, if you can't pass it, you leave, what's the point of beating someone?

"I tested the child twice, and called the blood transfusion department to confirm repeatedly that there is nothing wrong." The pediatric doctor said, "If it's wrong, it's probably you..."

When Zheng Ren turned to leave, he heard the pediatric doctor and the woman talking.

"I didn't!" the woman shrieked, and that was the only thing she seemed to have said at first.

"Actually, blood type is also a matter of probability, and there will be errors in many cases. Either you two find time to do a paternity test? Surgery...don't worry, I..."

Before the pediatrician could finish his words of persuasion, Zheng Ren heard a chaotic voice behind him.

Several people pulled the woman desperately, and she wanted to open the window like crazy. It looks like he is going to jump off a building to show his ambition to death.

She was very determined, and even the few people around her couldn't hold her back.

When Zheng Ren turned around and saw this scene, he was a little astonished at first, and then his heart moved. Looking at the woman's appearance, it really doesn't seem like something is wrong, but it's not important, and I can't think of anything else, so don't let someone die first.

Turning around and walking over, Zheng Ren grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her down.

"Don't get excited, calm down." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

"You...wronged me...I...didn't..." The woman sobbed, her words were broken and out of tune.

"The blood type might be inaccurate, don't be so excited," Zheng Ren said.

But this sentence is not convincing at all, even with the bonus of charm, the woman seems to have not heard it under the excitement.

It's a mess here, and Zheng Ren feels a headache.

Seeing that neither the man nor the woman could listen, Zheng Ren had no choice but to let the pediatrician and a few others control the woman. Then he came to the man and asked, "Are you blood type O?"

The man was a little dazed in his anger, but when he calmed down, everything that had been built in the past disappeared, leaving only ruins.

He was muttering something, Zheng Ren listened carefully, what he said softly was false...it was false...

This is a broken view of the three, the whole person must be confused, Zheng Ren sighed.

"Brother, calm down, it's not certain what's going on." Zheng Ren wanted to pull the man up, but he was as heavy as a pile of mud.

"Get up." Zheng Ren forcefully dragged him away, "Follow me to smoke a cigarette and calm down."

After a lot of trouble, Zheng Rencai and several security guards dragged the man to the smoking room outside.

Zheng Ren lit a cigarette and handed it to the man.

With empty eyes, he subconsciously took the cigarette and took a puff.

With just one puff of cigarette, the man coughed violently. Although painful, the stimulation of tobacco seems to awaken a little vitality.

"If you don't know how to smoke, don't smoke," Zheng Ren said.

The man remained stubborn and took another deep puff of his cigarette. The pungent tobacco irritated his respiratory tract, and he coughed violently again, and he became a little more awake.

"Don't panic, I'll take you to the emergency room for a checkup later," Zheng Ren said.

The man was silent, as if he didn't hear what Zheng Ren was saying.

"If you have type O blood, there is a small probability that you will have a false type O." Zheng Ren made a long story short, and then asked, "Do you know your blood type, did you have a blood transfusion or a physical examination?"

"Physical examination." The man whispered.

"No blood transfusion, right?" Zheng Ren asked again to make sure.

The man nodded slightly, smoking a cigarette in silence.

"Your lover almost jumped off the building just now, don't be so excited, calm down." Zheng Ren said.

But the man ignored him, he just smoked and coughed silently.

Zheng Ren knew that he belonged to the type who could stand and talk without pain in his back. When encountering such a thing, who could calm down.

Wait and see, within the time of a cigarette, Zheng Ren has already thought of a way to deal with the problem.

"Eason Chan, you know." Zheng Ren asked.

The surrounding security guards were taken aback.

Boss Zheng said why, at a time like this, the small talk would not go to Eason Chan, would it?

"Eason Chan has type O blood, his wife Xu Haoying has type B blood, and Eason Chan's child, Chen Kangdi, has type A blood." Zheng Ren said, "Although the probability is small, it is indeed possible."

After hearing what Zheng Ren said, the man raised his head blankly.

It may be that Zheng Ren's example is too direct, or it may be that Eason Chan's reputation is too great. Is this top singer also in his own situation?

There was a little light in the man's eyes, but more confusion and... fear.

"Probability of one in hundreds of thousands, Mumbai blood type is the so-called pseudo-O blood type." Zheng Ren saw that the man seemed to be listening to himself, so he patted him on the shoulder, "Don't make the worst of everything. Think about it, check it out later."

"You..." The man looked at Zheng Ren and asked suspiciously.

"I'm the doctor of 912." Zheng Ren knew that he didn't wear white clothes when he went to the cafeteria, so he explained.

"ABO blood type is not only controlled by the three genes i, IA, and IB, but also the precursor H/h. When the genotype is hh, no matter whether it is i, IA or IB, it is O type, and when the genotype is H Usually, the blood type is determined by i, IA, and IB." What Zheng Ren didn't say was very easy to understand.

He didn't want the man to understand, but used professional vocabulary to stabilize the man's heart.

Unknown is a very common method. In fact, the family members of patients do not need to know much professional knowledge, after all, there are specialties in the surgery industry. They only need to know that the doctors who treat themselves or their relatives are professional.

"Doctor, what's your surname?" The man was really shocked, and he asked in a low voice.

"Miangui's surname is Zheng." Zheng Ren said, "Don't get too excited about anything. Is there anyone like you who beats his wife in public?"

The man lowered his head embarrassingly.

"I'll take you to the emergency room after smoking for an examination." Zheng Ren said, "If it's true, you'll be considered a blessing in disguise."

"ah?"

"Mumbai blood type, there is almost no spare blood at the blood bank. If you need a blood transfusion in the future... Forget it, let's check first." Zheng Ren didn't explain carefully, and after he finished smoking a cigarette, he took it with him. Take the man to the emergency department.