Chapter 2686: 2588.2489 Bombay Blood Type (Alliance Leader Instant Noodles Flying Plane Extra Chapter 3)

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

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

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

Zheng Ren shook his head; he didn't want to deal with these messy affairs.

Even an upright official finds it hard to settle family matters; after a long time in clinical work, Zheng Ren is somewhat averse to going with overflowing sense of justice to say who is right or wrong.

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

If you can get along, stay together; if you can't, separate—what's the point of fighting?

"I tested the child's blood twice and called the Blood Bank/Department, repeatedly confirming; there shouldn't be a mistake." The pediatrician said: "If there is an error, it's probably on your side..."

As Zheng Ren turned and left, he heard the pediatrician and the woman say:

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

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

Before the pediatrician's advising words were finished, 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 wanted to jump off the building to declare her resolve with death.

She was very determined; several people pulling her at her side actually couldn't hold her back.

Zheng Ren turned back and saw this scene; he was first a bit startled, then his heart moved. Seeing the woman's appearance, she really didn't seem to have something going on, but that didn't matter; he couldn't think of anything else, so first let's not let anyone die.

He turned and walked over, Zheng Ren grabbed the woman's arm with one hand and pulled 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 speech broken and disconnected.

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

But this sentence had no persuasive power at all; even with Charm Value added, 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 control the woman, then went to the man's side and asked: "Are you O blood type?"

The man, angry yet somewhat dazed, after calming down, found that everything he had previously built had vanished like smoke, leaving only a wasteland.

He muttered something under his breath; Zheng Ren listened carefully, and he softly said it was fake... it was fake...

This is a shattering of worldviews; the whole person is probably bewildered, Zheng Ren sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

Just one puff, and the man began to cough violently. Although painful, the stimulation from the tobacco seemed to awaken a bit of vitality.

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

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

"Don't panic for now; I'll take you to the emergency room for a checkup later." Zheng Ren said.

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

"If you are O blood type, there's a small chance of having a pseudo-O situation." Zheng Ren put it briefly, then asked: "Do you know your blood type—was it from 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 also ignored him, just silently smoking while coughing.

Zheng Ren knew he belonged to the type who talks easily while standing without back pain; 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 thought of 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, idle chat wouldn't go as far as talking about Eason Chan, would it?"

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

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

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

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

"A probability of several in a hundred thousand, 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 check."

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

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

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

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

"Impressive-sounding obscurity" is a commonly used tactic; actually, patients' families don't need to know much professional knowledge, after all specialization exists. They only need to know that the doctor treating themselves or their relatives is professional enough.

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

"No need for ceremony, my surname is Zheng." Zheng Ren said, "Whatever the matter, don't get too agitated; beating one's wife in public—do you have that kind of thing?"

The man felt embarrassed and lowered his head.

"After you finish the cigarette, I'll take you to the emergency room for a checkup." Zheng Ren said, "If it's true, you could also be considered turning misfortune into blessing."

"Ah?"

"Mumbai blood type, there's almost no spare blood at the blood station. If you ever need a transfusion later… forget it, better check first." Zheng Ren didn't explain in detail; he waited until he finished smoking a cigarette, then took the man to the Emergency Department.