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Pei Yibai did not twist Song Weiyi, looked at the son behind him, and could only respect her choice.

"How much blood should be transfused to the wounded?" he asked the doctor.

"It needs 600cc."

"Six hundred? Is there any news about the other people you went to find? Or, are all 600cc drawn from her?"

Pei Yibai did not forget that what the doctor said earlier was that there was no news.

If there is no news, do you just count on Song Weiyi to draw here?

With so much blood, let alone a woman, she is still a pregnant woman.

Even an ordinary adult man may not be able to smoke 600 at a time.

The doctor understood Pei Yibai's worry, and immediately explained: "Sir, I understand what you mean, saving lives is the most important thing here, this lady's here is a maximum of three hundred, and I will try to control it within two hundred."

"Yes." Before Pei Yibai could speak, Song Weiwei nodded.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Don't think that the Shiquan Dabu Decoction I've been drinking for a month is fake. It's only 200ml."

In order to liven up the atmosphere, Song Weiyi deliberately spoke in a relaxed tone.

In the face of fragile life, she really can't turn a blind eye.

Moreover, Mrs. Xu is still a lovely old man.

"I'll go with you." Pei Yibai shook his head.

"You two, please come this way." The doctor's eyes lit up, and he guided them quickly.

They were very fast, and after taking 200 ml from Song Weiyi, the doctor told them excitedly that the results had already been obtained.

After the next ten minutes, another 400 milliliters of blood will be delivered.

Song Weiyi, who had just finished drawing blood, turned pale, but he also smiled sincerely when he heard the news.

"That's good."

"Madam, thank you so much today."

"It's all what I should do. You should go back and do the surgery first."

"Okay, you can take a good rest here."

After speaking, the doctor went out and returned to his post.

In the ward, only Song Weiyi and Pei Yibai's family of four were left.

She was half leaning on the bed, although she kept saying that a blood volume of 200 milliliters was a piece of cake, but after the blood was drawn, Song Weiyi still felt her eyes darken.

After all, it was because Yuanyuan had given birth to a child, and he had a lot of bleeding before.

"Are you okay? His face is ugly." Pei Yi Baijun's face was tense, holding Song Weiyi's hand, his face was full of worry.

"It's okay, what can be the matter? Let's go out and see how old Mr. Xu and Mrs. Xu are doing." Song Weiwei opened his eyes, his eyes had regained consciousness, and said with a smile.

However, just as she put her feet on the ground, Pei Yibai's hand stopped her.

"Just finished drawing blood, what are you doing? Didn't you listen to the doctor's advice, take a good rest?" There was a slight reproach in the voice, but it was more of an order.

It's a pity that Pei Yibai's blood is not type A, so in the situation just now, he can't help much, so he can only do nothing.

Seeing that his face was tense, Song Weiyi didn't dare to say anything to see them.

After all, the most important link has been completed for the time being.

She rested here for a while, but the two sleeping little meatballs opened their eyes and began to cry loudly.

Because they are all hungry.

"Hold them to me, and I'll drink milk for them."

Song Weiwei also got up and asked Pei Yibai to help him. At this moment, he was really dizzy, afraid that his disguise would be worn out as soon as he stood up.