236 Life Spring RH negative blood

  A single 53-type 7.62mm steel-core bullet spun rapidly, shooting into the gap between the little boy's swinging arms and hitting Long Shao's neck precisely, the huge energy instantly breaking his cervical vertebrae, causing rapid loss of bodily function, even if he was holding a detonator in his hand, it would be impossible to detonate.

  The gunfire was the order, Song Jianfeng held a walkie-talkie and shouted: "Attack!"

  SWAT team ambushed on both sides of the kindergarten gate immediately rushed in, with swift and precise movements, tactical coordination was extremely familiar, all-black SWAT combat uniforms and black masks, as well as tactical flashlights attached to the 79 micro-assault rifles, gave the surrounding crowd a sense of being in an anti-terrorism blockbuster.

  A moment later, the SWAT team appeared at that window. One of them made a gesture with his hand, indicating that everything was going smoothly. The walkie-talkie also received a report from the leader of the assault team: "Report, the criminal died on the spot, two hostages were injured, and there is no danger for the time being!"

  Director Song's hanging heart finally put down, Hu Rong also let out a breath of relief. At this time, Li Ni woke up and shouted loudly: "Where is my son?"

  "The culprit has been shot dead, and the hostage is safe." Hu Rong comforted.

  "Who fired the shot? Nice job!" Director Song exclaimed sincerely, turning his head to look at the rooftop of the residential building across from the kindergarten. Li Ni and Hu Rong also followed him in looking back.

  On the rooftop of a five-story residential building, a man in casual clothes held an 85-style sniper rifle, with one foot on the edge of the roof, standing proudly. The muzzle seemed to have wisps of smoke rising from it. A flock of white pigeons circled and flew above his head, as the sunset shone over him, casting an orange-red glow around his body.

  That man was Liu Ziguang.

  All the police officers and onlookers at the scene also noticed the sniper on the rooftop who was holding back the riot, and suddenly a thunderous applause erupted, with everyone spontaneously applauding for the hero.

  "I knew it was him, he's indeed a product of the troops' training!" Song Jianfeng smiled with relief.

  "It's him again..." Hu Rong's heart was filled with mixed emotions, and for a moment, she couldn't quite pinpoint this person's position in her heart. Was he good or evil? He was both the leader of the underworld and a hero. Was he black or white?

  Li Ni followed everyone's applause, clapping and suddenly tears welled up in her eyes.

  ……

  On the rooftop, Liu Ziguo finished his show-off and came down with satisfaction, tossing the sniper rifle to the second lieutenant. The second lieutenant asked with a face full of admiration: "Chief, which unit are you from?"

  " Military secret, don't ask what you shouldn't know, have you forgotten the confidentiality rules?" Liu Ziguang scolded with a fierce face, earlier two soldiers were unwilling to let him use the sniper rifle, seeing the sudden change in the situation below, Liu Ziguang had no choice but to take drastic measures, directly snatching the gun over, standing on the rooftop shooting without support, one shot and one kill, the action was so beautiful that it made the two little police officers worship him to death.

  Liu Ziguang patted his clothes and went downstairs, while the two young armed police officers still looked shocked.

  "Class monitor, is he from the Special Police Force?"

  "Not like those Special Police Unit cowards, their marksmanship isn't even as good as ours."

  "Who is he?"

  "I'm saying, I was a top-notch sniper in the military region..."

  ……

  On the upper floor of the kindergarten, Long Shao's body was lying with his limbs splayed out in all directions. His neck vertebrae had been struck by a bullet and his head had flown to one side. The blood and flesh were blurred but his face could still be roughly made out. Blood from his neck had splattered onto the ceiling. The danger had not yet been eliminated, so the children were evacuated in an emergency. Special police officers carried two at a time, quickly withdrawing from the scene.

  The female teacher was stabbed twice in the chest, bleeding all over the floor, but there was no danger to her life, and she was also taken away. Only Xiao Cheng's injury was more serious. When Long Shao was shot dead, the dagger in his hand still fell down, stabbing a little boy, blood flowing all over the ground, the child had fainted, his face pale.

  The ambulance wailed away, taking the injured with it. The children who were frightened out of their wits were wrapped in blankets and handed over to their parents on a large bus, which was soon filled with crying.

  Upstairs, two SWAT team members carefully checked the so-called explosive device tied to Long Shao's chest and found that it was just two rows of double-helix sausages, cleverly tied together by Long Shao to pretend to be an explosive device.

  False alarm, the alert has been lifted. The mission is accomplished with great success, only three people were injured, and the culprit was shot dead on the spot. It can be said that a satisfactory answer sheet has been handed in. Song Jianfeng's career will surely become more brilliant because of this.

  ……

  In the ambulance, Li Ni tightly grasped her son's small hand, tears streaming down her face. Her son was still unconscious, his wounds already bandaged. He was the apple of her eye, and with such severe injuries, how could she not be heartbroken? Xiao Cheng was a pitiful child - his father had died in a car accident when he was just over two years old, leaving behind a widowed mother and orphaned son who relied on each other for survival. If something were to happen to her son again, Li Ni would have nothing left to hold onto in this world.

  Two police motorcycles with sharp sirens led the way, all vehicles at intersections along the way stopped, and the ambulance rushed to the emergency department of the municipal hospital, where two injured people were quickly lifted off the vehicle into the rescue room.

  Li Ni's legs went soft and she sat on the long bench outside the emergency room, praying non-stop, hoping that her son was only superficially injured and nothing serious would happen.

  But, as feared, the door to the emergency room burst open with a loud creak, and a doctor covered in blood rushed out, removing his mask and shouting: "Who is the patient's parent?"

  Li Ni's legs had gone soft, but she forced herself to stand up and said: "I am the child's mother."

  "Your son's left renal artery has ruptured and needs surgery immediately. This is the consent form, please sign it." The doctor said hastily.

  Li Yan signed her name on the consent form with a trembling hand, and the doctor went in again. The door of the emergency room slammed shut with a clang.

  Li Ni sat down weakly, her tears blurring her eyes. Although she wasn't a medical professional, she understood the consequences of a ruptured renal artery: if the surgery wasn't successful, it could be fatal; even if it was, one kidney would have to be removed, ruining the child's future.

  The relatives of the female teacher were also anxiously waiting on the long bench in the emergency department. Before long, the door to another rescue room opened and a nurse pushed out the injured person, saying: "The wound is not deep, it has been sutured, there is no danger to life now, it has been transferred to the ward for rest, let a few family members follow."

  The crowd erupted in joyful voices, surrounding the injured and leaving. The corridor was left with only Li Ni alone, the empty and white walls making her feel especially lonely and cold.

  Suddenly, the instruments in the emergency room beeped loudly, and the doctor rushed out again, shouting: "How come the blood bank director hasn't responded yet? The wounded urgently need RH-AB type blood, if it's not sent over immediately, it'll be too late!"

  The phone on the nurse's station rang, and the head nurse answered it irritably: "Blood bank replied, no stock! Only the provincial central blood bank has a thousand CC of inventory!"

  "Come on! The provincial capital is at least three hours away, we can't wait any longer!" The doctor anxiously tore off his mask, his heart burning with impatience.

  Li Ni finally collapsed onto the long chair, she had just been busy and dizzy, and had actually forgotten that her son was a rare RH negative blood type, this blood type is called panda blood, with a ratio of one in ten thousand in the population, extremely rare. Now her son's artery has ruptured, if he doesn't receive fresh blood transfusions, there will only be one outcome - death.

  "Aren't you the child's mother? What is your blood type?" The doctor suddenly looked at Li Ni and asked her.

  Li Wan shook her head weakly. The child had inherited his father's blood type, but she herself was just an ordinary AB-type blood, and couldn't be of any use at all.

  "The doctor stamped his foot: 'That's troublesome.'"

  Nothing is more painful than this, watching one's own loved ones slowly die, yet being powerless to do anything. Li Ni looked through the open emergency room door and saw her son on the hospital bed, his small face pale, with a pacemaker and oxygen tube inserted, his young life slipping away bit by bit.

  At this moment, she thought of her husband's death. Three years ago, on that night, she also witnessed her husband die in front of her eyes. Such a tragic event was replayed, how could she bear it!

  This morning, the son was still so lively and lovely, with a rosy face, long eyelashes, and a milky voice calling out "mommy". By evening, he had turned into a small, cold corpse, unable to call out "mommy" again, unable to snuggle in his own arms. Thinking of this, Li Ni's eyes went dark, as if falling into an abyss. Just before she fainted, a group of people walked into the emergency room door.

  ……

  "Director Li, Director Li." Dazed and confused, Li Ni heard someone calling her name, opened her eyes to see Wei Zixuan's anxious face.

  She let out a long sigh and choked back her sobs, saying: "What time is it? I want to see the child for the last time."

  Wei Zi Xuan widened her eyes and said: "Mr. Li, what are you talking about? Little Cheng is fine, the surgery was very successful."

  "What!" Li Ni, who was originally weak and frail, immediately got out of bed, didn't even wear shoes, jumped off the bed and rushed out of the ward. She took a look and it was still the emergency department corridor. She rushed towards the emergency room regardless of everything, pushed open the door and looked inside, and suddenly froze.

  Two beds, one of which was occupied by his own son. The little guy's face had regained its rosy complexion and his long eyelashes were fluttering, clearly indicating that he had already escaped the danger of death.

  On the other bed, the one lying there was actually Liu Ziguang. A needle was inserted into his right arm, and dark red blood was being drawn out of his body, drop by drop, directly into the little boy's vein.

  In an instant, Li Niang's tears fell like rain.

  ……………

  Mrs. Li is about to be conquered, let's give her a warm welcome with flowers