Qiao Mo was somewhat lost, never having thought that Qiqi and Chenchen would have the same blood type.
In the end, these three men of the family all have the same blood type. Is this the destined cause and effect and fate?
The doctor who had been outside hurried in, was stunned upon seeing the half-bag of blood, estimated it to be around one hundred and twenty milliliters.
"Miss Qiao," the doctor's gaze fell on Qiao Mo.
"Is something wrong with Chenchen?" Qiao Mo immediately stood up.
"The child's condition is not great, the blood volume is insufficient, Doctor Qin asked me to tell you that at least another two hundred and fifty milliliters are needed to ensure the surgery's success. He wants you to make the decision yourself."
This was indeed the result after Qin Zhaoran's careful consideration, he repeatedly emphasized to the doctor that this should be communicated to Qiao Mo, not Fu Nancheng.
