The anesthesiologist standing at the side was already prepared. Now, he just had to wait for the blood type report.
The emergency room door opened and a nurse hurried in with the blood type report. She handed it directly to the chief surgeon.
The lead surgeon glanced at the report and frowned. "Type A blood?"
When the nurses standing around heard this, their expressions changed drastically.
Qiao Nian sensed that the atmosphere was a little off. She asked worriedly, "Type A blood? Is there a problem?"
The chief surgeon said, "Miss Qiao, here's the thing. There was a pregnant woman who bled profusely during the day. She also has type A blood, but in the end, there was only 1,500 milliliters left. I'm afraid it's not enough for this gentleman."
Qiao Nian frowned, her eyelids twitching wildly.
The doctor looked at Lu Zhu and sighed. "He's losing as much as 30% of his blood now. In theory, we should prepare at least 3,000 milliliters of blood."