Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 831: Transporting Blood a Thousand Miles for Xiang Yu
Chapter 831: Chapter 831: Transporting Blood a Thousand Miles for Xiang Yu
Just as the group was anxiously waiting outside, a nurse rushed out hurriedly.
Xiao Xuan reacted first, immediately stepping forward to grab the nurse by the arm and anxiously asking, "How is he? How’s my brother?"
The nurse was startled by Xiao Xuan’s ferocious expression. Xiao Xuan’s usually delicate and sweet face now looked twisted.
Wu Yue quickly stepped forward, pulled Xiao Xuan aside, calmed himself, and asked, "How is the situation now?"
The nurse snapped out of her initial shock and replied, "Blood. He’s lost too much blood. What’s his blood type?"
The situation was urgent, and the hospital no longer had time to test for his blood type.
"Blood is on the way. My brother’s blood type is the rarest of the rare—so rare that it’s hard to find; maybe one in ten thousand," Xiao Xuan said, calming down slightly.
Everyone except Tie Zhuzi stood stunned by Xiao Xuan’s statement. What did he mean?
"Rare blood?" The nurse was slightly surprised but then nodded, saying, "Although rare, we still have it in our blood bank."
"Not just rare blood—it’s rarer than rare. I can’t say the exact type, but it’s unique, one in tens of thousands," Xiao Xuan stressed to prevent any possible misunderstanding.
The moment Xiao Xuan realized Xiang Yu might have a sliver of hope, he had already called Wang Ze, urging him to bring Liu Yuhang and the blood immediately.
Among their brothers, there was one who matched Xiang Yu’s blood type. For this reason, Liu Yuhang had stored a substantial amount of that specific blood for emergencies.
When Wang Ze heard Xiang Yu needed blood, he immediately knew Xiang Yu must be injured. He woke Liu Yuhang in the dead of night, got in the car, and sped toward City Six.
With no available flights, Wang Ze was left with only one option: driving. He raced down the highway without stopping.
Xiao Xuan hadn’t disclosed the severity of Xiang Yu’s injuries, but Wang Ze knew it must be dire; otherwise, Xiao Xuan’s voice wouldn’t have been trembling.
"Wang Ze, you’ve been driving for nearly ten hours. Let me take over," Liu Yuhang said, noticing Wang Ze was nearly exhausted.
Wang Ze didn’t respond. He kept his foot pressed hard on the accelerator, his mind intensely focused. Despite approaching his physical limits, he continued pushing forward.
A nagging premonition had taken root in Wang Ze’s heart: something had definitely happened to Xiang Yu.
Stubborn as always, Wang Ze insisted on driving himself. Liu Yuhang, a doctor, needed to be in top shape to tend to Xiang Yu once they arrived.
At the hospital, the nurse was puzzled by Xiao Xuan’s insistence and asked, "Stop wasting time. What exactly is his blood type?"
The nurse clearly didn’t believe Xiao Xuan. In all her years as a nurse, she had never heard of such a rare blood type.
Xiao Xuan grew impatient, pointing to the nurse and saying, "I’ve already told you—my brother’s blood type is extremely rare. Don’t use anything without proper testing. We’re bringing the blood soon."
Seeing Xiao Xuan causing a commotion, the nurse quickly returned to the operating room, shutting the door behind her. A few minutes later, she came out holding a small blood sample for testing.
Wu Yue, irritated, looked at Xiao Xuan and said, "Why didn’t you just tell her the blood type?"
Xiao Xuan ignored her entirely and sat down. Ten hours had passed—Wang Ze and the others should almost be here.
About ten minutes later, the nurse from earlier came running in with panic etched across her face. Her gaze toward Xiao Xuan was complex before she hurried back into the operating room.
Inside the operating room, everyone looked utterly drained; their physical strength teetered on the brink of collapse.
Xiang Yu had lost too much blood and needed a transfusion immediately. Although the hospital’s blood bank was stocked with various blood types, this part of the process had seemed routine and didn’t raise concerns.
If they could supply blood to Xiang Yu, he still had a slim chance of survival.
But at this crucial juncture, the nurse rushed in, gasping for breath, and exclaimed, "Our blood bank doesn’t have this blood type!"
The doctors froze in shock. The elderly doctor finally spoke in disbelief: "Impossible! Our blood bank covers 99% of known blood types. While there is a remaining type, it has yet to be found."
"He’s that 1%," the nurse said grimly.
The surgery had reached its critical stage. Without a blood supply, Xiang Yu wouldn’t survive the procedure on the operating table.
Hearing this, several doctors slumped to the floor in defeat. They had given up. Such an extraordinarily rare blood type was nearly impossible to locate.
The elderly doctor maintained a faint glimmer of hope and turned back to the nurse. "Are you certain?"
"Absolutely certain," she replied.
Everyone grew despondent and began walking out, some already removing their scrubs. If saving the patient was impossible, they might as well rest.
Seasoned medical professionals were used to death; it didn’t stir their emotions. Only the elderly doctor shook his head in regret.
Xiang Yu was a fighter. His indomitable vitality had astounded the doctor. But in the end, even the elderly doctor started heading toward the exit.
Outside, Tie Zhuzi and the others saw the defeated looks on the doctors’ faces. He stood frozen, seemingly understanding what this meant.
Wu Yue and Feng Lan noticed the mood shift among the doctors. Only Xiao Xuan refused to give up. He stepped forward, grabbing the elderly doctor’s arm, and said, "Don’t give up on my brother. The blood is on its way—it’s almost here!"
However, the elderly doctor merely shook his head and replied, "It’s too late. If the blood were here right now, there might be a slim chance. But this kind of blood... even scouring all of China would only yield a handful of people."
"Please, please don’t give up..." Xiao Xuan suddenly dropped to his knees, pleading desperately. "The blood is almost here, I beg you..."
Tie Zhuzi also knelt down. Two grown men knelt there, crying bitterly.
Everyone around, including the doctors, felt a pang of discomfort in their hearts.
In the end, the elderly doctor nodded and said, "I’ll do my best to keep him stable. But if the blood doesn’t arrive within the next ten minutes, there’s nothing I can do."
He returned to the operating room with no hope in his heart, compelled by the two men’s sincerity to try his best to sustain Xiang Yu’s body.
The other doctors sighed and stood still, making no move to assist.
Xiao Xuan pulled out his phone and called Wang Ze, dialing several times before finally getting through.
"Hurry, hurry, my brother can’t hold on..." Xiao Xuan sobbed into the phone.
The voice on the other end didn’t reply. Instead, the call was abruptly disconnected. Time ticked by agonizingly. At nine minutes, someone came running from the end of the hallway.
A man wearing nothing but a sleeveless vest and baggy shorts sprinted through the hallway despite the bitter cold of minus ten degrees—it was Liu Yuhang, carrying the blood.
"Clear the way! Clear the way!" Liu Yuhang shouted as he dashed forward...
