Chapter 2582: 2588.2489 Bombay Blood Type (Alliance Leader Instant Noodles Flying Plane Extra Update 3)

2588.2489 Bombay Blood Type (Alliance Leader Instant Noodles Flying Plane Extra Update 3)

"If you have something to say, go home and say it." Zheng Ren said indifferently, then turned and was about to leave.

"I didn't do it! You're framing me!" the woman shouted, like a vengeful ghost, muttering the same words as just now, and her eyes were filled only with bewilderment and helplessness.

Zheng Ren shook his head; he didn't want to get involved in this messy business.

It's hard for an honest official to settle family matters; after a long time in clinical work, Zheng Ren is somewhat averse to going with a strong sense of justice to declare who is right or wrong.

That's the judge's job, not something a doctor should do. Just now I merely pulled the two apart, not letting the man continue to hit people.

If you can get along, stay together; if you can't, split up—what's the point of hitting each other?

"I tested the child's blood twice and called the Blood Bank/Department, double-checking; there's no mistake." The pediatrician said: "If there is an error, it's probably on your side..."

As Zheng Ren turned to leave, he heard the pediatrician and the woman say.

"I didn't!" the woman shrieked sharply; from the start she seemed to say only that one sentence.

"Actually, blood type testing involves probability; many situations can produce errors. Why don't you two take some time to do a paternity test? The surgery... isn't urgent, I..."

Before the pediatrician finished his advice, Zheng Ren heard a chaotic noise coming from behind him.

Several people were desperately pulling the woman, while she acted like she was crazy, trying to open the window. It looked like she was going to jump off the building to declare her resolve with death.

She was very determined; several people holding onto her couldn't restrain her.

Zheng Ren turned back and saw the scene; he was first startled, then his mind stirred. The woman didn't seem to have any ulterior motive, but that didn't matter; he couldn't think of anything else, so first let's avoid anyone dying.

He turned and walked over, Zheng Ren grabbed the woman's arm and yanked her down.

"Don't get agitated, calm down a bit." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

"You... framed me... I... didn't..." the woman sobbed, her words broken and unable to form a coherent sentence.

"The blood type might be inaccurate; first don't get so agitated." Zheng Ren said.

But this statement had no persuasive power at all; even with a Charm Value boost, the woman, in her agitated state, seemed not to have heard it.

This place is chaotic; Zheng Ren felt a headache coming on.

Seeing that neither the man nor the woman would listen, Zheng Ren had no choice; he let the pediatrician and several others restrain the woman, then went to the man's side and asked, "Are you type O blood?"

The man, angry yet somewhat dazed, after calming down saw everything he had built dissipate like smoke, leaving only ruins.

He muttered something under his breath; Zheng Ren listened closely, and he whispered, "It's fake... it's fake..."

This is a shattering of his worldview; the whole person is bewildered, Zheng Ren sighed.

"Buddy, calm down; we're not sure what's going on yet." Zheng Ren tried to pull the man up, but he felt as heavy as a pile of mud.

"Get up." Zheng Ren forcibly pulled him away, "Come with me to smoke a cigarette and calm down."

After considerable effort, Zheng Ren and a few security guards managed to drag the man to the outdoor smoking room.

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

His eyes were empty and unfocused; he instinctively took the cigarette and took a puff.

After just one puff, the man began to cough violently. Although painful, the stimulation from the tobacco seemed to awaken a spark of vitality.

"If you can't smoke, don't bother." Zheng Ren said.

The man stubbornly said nothing, then took another hard drag. The tobacco's harsh irritation stimulated his respiratory tract, causing another violent cough, and he became a bit clearer-headed.

"Don't panic for now; I'll take you to the emergency department for a check-up later." Zheng Ren said.

The man remained silent, as if he hadn't heard what Zheng Ren was saying.

"If you are type O blood, there's a small chance of having a pseudo-O phenotype." Zheng Ren put it briefly, then asked: "Do you know how you got your blood type—through a transfusion or a physical exam?"

"Physical exam." The man said softly.

"You haven't had a transfusion, right?" Zheng Ren asked to confirm.

The man lightly nodded, silently smoking.

"Your loved one just almost jumped off the building; don't be so agitated, everyone calm down." Zheng Ren said.

But the man ignored him, just silently smoking while coughing.

Zheng Ren knew he was the type who could talk while standing without getting a sore back; facing such a situation, who could stay calm?

Let's wait and see; in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, Zheng Ren already had a way to handle the problem.

"Eason Chan, you know him, right?" Zheng Ren asked.

The surrounding security guards all froze for a moment.

"Boss Zheng, why are you saying this? At a time like this, small talk wouldn't drift onto Eason Chan, would it?"

"Eason Chan is type O blood, his wife Stefanie Sun is type B, and their child Eason Chan's son is type A." Zheng Ren said, "Although the probability is low, it's indeed possible."

After hearing Zheng Ren's words, the man blankly lifted his head.

Perhaps Zheng Ren's example was too direct, or maybe Eason Chan's fame is too great—could this top-tier singer also be in my situation?

The man's eyes gained a hint of spirit, but more so were confusion and... fear.

"The probability is about one in several ten-thousands; Bombay blood type is what's called pseudo-O blood." Seeing the man seemed to be listening, Zheng Ren patted his shoulder, "Don't always think of the worst; let's first get it checked."

"You..." the man looked at Zheng Ren, asking doubtfully.

"I'm a doctor from the 912 department." Zheng Ren knew he had gone to the cafeteria without wearing a white coat, so he explained.

"The ABO blood type is not only controlled by the i, IA, and IB genes, but also by the H/h precursor. When the genotype is hh, regardless of i, IA, or IB, they all express as O type; when the genotype is H, the blood type is determined by i, IA, and IB." Zheng Ren did not explain it in a very easy-to-understand way.

He wasn't trying to make the man understand; he was using professional terminology to steady the man's heart.

"Feeling impressed without understanding" is a commonly used tactic; in fact, patients' families don't need to know much professional knowledge, after all, specialization exists. They only need to know that the doctor treating them or their relatives is professional enough.

"Doctor, may I ask your esteemed surname?" The man, indeed intimidated, asked softly.

"No need for formalities, my surname is Zheng." Zheng Ren said, "Whatever the matter, don't get too agitated; who beats their wife in public like you?"

The man gave an embarrassed grin and lowered his head.

"After you finish the cigarette, I'll take you to the emergency department for a check-up." Zheng Ren said, "If it's true, you could also consider it a blessing in disguise."

Ah?

Bombay blood type—there's hardly any spare blood at the blood station. If you ever need a transfusion later… forget it, better get checked first. Zheng Ren didn't give a detailed explanation; after finishing a cigarette, he took the man to the Emergency Department.