But even so, after hearing Lin Tian's words, Zhao Xuehan felt much more settled in her heart.
More than two hours had passed.
Suddenly, a nurse rushed out from inside and asked, "Who here has B-type blood?"
Zhao Xuehan said weakly, "I'm A-type..."
"I'm B-type! Do you need a blood transfusion? Take mine!" Lin Tian said without hesitation.
"Great, come with me!"
The nurse immediately took Lin Tian into a department and drew blood from him.
Zhao Xuehan followed and asked, "How's my dad doing?"
"The patient has suffered severe injuries and lost too much blood, it's still uncertain whether he can be saved," said the nurse.
Zhao Xuehan's tears started to fall again.
Lin Tian then said, "Take as much blood as you need!"
"What nonsense are you spouting? I need a thousand millilitres, can you give me a thousand millilitres?" the nurse said with irritation.
"Yes!" Lin Tian nodded.
"Bullshit..."
The nurse said and even gave Lin Tian a glare.