Chapter 200: How Much to Draw?_1

"This is an old issue of hers, there’s no need to worry."

Yin Tian spoke softly, a smile on his face.

Due to an accident in her childhood, Chen Yu had developed anemia, and that was the reason she looked like this now.

Su Qinwei supported Chen Yu’s arm, her brows deeply furrowed, not understanding why Yin Tian was so confident and thought the terribly pale Chen Yu was not a cause for concern.

Yin Tian stepped forward, taking Chen Yu from Su Qinwei’s arms.

Chen Yu struggled to open her eyes, saw Yin Tian looking at her, and also managed to squeeze out a faint smile, "I’m fine..."

"Let’s go to the hospital."

Yin Tian let out a soft sigh.

Although he could help Chen Yu with her anemic condition, now was clearly not the right time.

The best solution was still a blood transfusion for Chen Yu.

Yin Tian swept Chen Yu into his arms and then looked at everyone, "I’ll take Yu to the hospital first; you don’t need to follow."

"What about Nianbing?"

Xia Dongliu asked worriedly.

Yin Tian shook his head, "Nianbing is already fine; she just needs to wake up."

"Oh, okay."

Xia Dongliu nodded his agreement, finally putting his mind at ease.

Meanwhile, Yin Tian, holding Chen Yu, quickly walked towards the door.

Outside the door, the hospital’s ambulance was still there, and Yin Tian immediately got in with Chen Yu, "Back to the hospital."

The driver was dumbfounded by the actions of the household before him.

Bringing one patient, then taking another away—what was this about?

But, as long as there was payment, everything else was clearly negotiable.

Over half an hour later, Yin Tian returned to the hospital with Chen Yu.

Before they even entered, Zhao Wanlin walked out of the hospital, "Master Yin? What’s going on?"

Zhao Wanlin looked perplexedly at Chen Yu in Yin Tian’s arms.

"Anemia."

Yin Tian stated flatly with just two words, then added, "Since you’re here too, help me contact the blood bank and set up the transfusion."

"Okay."

Zhao Wanlin agreed without hesitation, accompanying Yin Tian into the hospital.

After laying Chen Yu on the hospital bed, Yin Tian quietly sat to the side and waited.

"I’m okay..."

Chen Yu spoke weakly, her little face deathly pale, eliciting pity.

"Don’t worry, it’ll be fine soon."

Yin Tian’s voice was gentle with reassurance.

Chen Yu weakly nodded and said no more.

A little while later, Zhao Wanlin arrived in the ward, frowning as he looked at Yin Tian, "Master Yin, the blood in the blood bank... none of it matches Miss Chen’s blood type..."

Yin Tian was startled, then it dawned on him.

Not just Chen Yu.

The blood types of Su Qinwei and Xia Nianbing were also very rare, so rare that there might only be one match in hundreds of thousands of people.

After a moment’s thought, Yin Tian rolled up his sleeve, "Take mine, it’s sure to match."

Back then, his master had used Chen Yu’s blood to replenish his own, saving his life.

So his blood would surely help Chen Yu too!

"We still need to test it first."

Adhering to the proper medical protocols, Zhao Wanlin first drew a little of Yin Tian’s blood for testing and comparison.

Once it was confirmed that Yin Tian’s blood type matched Chen Yu’s, they began to draw Yin Tian’s blood.

"How much?"

Zhao Wanlin looked at Yin Tian, asking for confirmation.

"Two thousand milliliters."

Yin Tian replied almost without hesitation.

Upon hearing that number, Zhao Wanlin felt darkness looming, "How much? Master Yin, are you insane?"

An average person only has about five thousand milliliters of blood in their body.

Generally speaking, even blood donors only give a maximum of four hundred milliliters. Any more might cause the donor to experience health issues.

But Yin Tian’s request was for two thousand milliliters, equivalent to the donation amount of four adults!

"Don’t worry, I’m fine."

Yin Tian said, his expression unwaveringly determined.

"But..."

Zhao Wanlin started to object, but Yin Tian shook his head at him, "Do as I say."

Reluctantly, Zhao Wanlin proceeded with the blood draw.

Soon, two thousand milliliters of fresh blood had been taken from Yin Tian’s body.

Zhao Wanlin watched Yin Tian anxiously throughout, worried about his health.

Yet, as the two thousand milliliters of fresh blood were drawn, other than his complexion growing a bit paler, Yin Tian displayed no other signs of distress.

"This..."

Zhao Wanlin was at a loss for words.

In over twenty years of medical practice, he had never seen anything like it.

"Proceed with the transfusion."

Yin Tian commanded, pressing on the needle hole on his arm, signaling Zhao Wanlin to proceed.

Zhao Wanlin immediately began transfusing the fresh blood drawn from Yin Tian into Chen Yu’s body.

A whole bag, two thousand milliliters of fresh blood, was suspended in the air, flowing through the IV into Chen Yu’s body.

Soon, Chen Yu’s face began to regain its rosiness.

Yin Tian watched Chen Yu tenderly, not uttering a word.

"Master Yin, are you sure you don’t feel uncomfortable?"

Zhao Wanlin looked at Yin Tian in amazement, still finding it hard to believe what was happening.

Yin Tian shook his head, about to speak.

Suddenly.

Bang!

The door to the ward was thrust open...