Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Mo Shuainan explained the matter succinctly, Xiao Yichu's heart sank as he listened.

"Food poisoning?" she asked in a low voice.

At this time, Mo Leng intervened.

"Not only was he food poisoned, he also had needle pricks on his body. I wonder if he offended someone and was injected with drugs. Now he is lying in the hospital with no way to save him," Mo Leng said.

As Xiao Yichu listened, she glanced at Mo Shuainan.

"Is it your little cousin?" she asked.

I have an impression of that little boy. How could something happen to such a naughty young child?

"Yes." Mo Shuainan said.

He took his cell phone and made a call and said, "Tell people back to the house first."

"Yes." The bodyguard responded.

Mo Leng drove back quickly and arrived at the temporarily purchased house of Mo Shuainan in ten minutes. When they entered, the bodyguards were standing outside.

"There are people inside," the bodyguard said.

Mo Shuainan walked in with Xiao Yichu, and the atmosphere became extremely serious.

"How?" Xiao Yichu asked.

The bodyguard glanced at her and then his eyes fell on Mo Shuainan. When his master nodded, he dared to say: "The situation is not optimistic. The poisoning is too deep and even washing the stomach will not help."

"Let me take a look." Xiao Yichu listened and approached her.

Seeing Mo Xiaohei lying down, his brows furrowed, his face in pain, his lips blue, she rolled down his eyelids, saw his eyes rolling, and scanned the examination done in the hospital again.

"Bloodletting." Xiao Yichu whispered.

She closed the medical record and handed it to Mo Shuainan.

"I need to test his blood," she said.

Without waiting for anyone else to answer, he took out the surgical bag on one side, cut his finger, lowered his head and sniffed, and found that the blood contained a foul smell.

"This." The bodyguard saw her actions and looked at Mo Shuainan again.

Mo Shuainan nodded to them and said, "Don't report his situation to his family for the time being."

"Everyone, get out." Mo Shuainan said.

Mo Leng also wanted to go out, but he stopped him. ,

"Mo Leng, has the blood arrived? Prepare more." Mo Shuainan said.

When people are sick or undergoing surgery, what they fear most is ischemia. This is a must. ,

"Still on the way, almost there." Mo Leng said.

Mo Shuainan nodded. After Mo Leng left, they were the only two people left in the room. Xiao Yichu looked at Mo Xiaohei seriously and said to him, "Put it aside and let me see if there are any injuries on his body."

"Okay." Mo Shuainan was originally unhappy and didn't want her to look at other people's bodies.

But now his life is at stake, and he has no other choice.

After Xiao Yichu finished the examination, he said to him: "His poisoning seems to be food poisoning. In fact, all the drugs are in the body, not in the stomach."

"So gastric lavage doesn't have much effect on him. In the final analysis, it's the position of the pinhole, and the things were injected by others." Xiao Yichu analyzed.

Mo Shuainan was silent and asked: "Now we need to adopt blood transfusion?"

"Exchanging blood can only be a last resort. I have other ways." Xiao Yichu said. She sat there, hesitated and said, "I'm not 100% sure, but I can give it a try."

At this point, I realized that she was not familiar with him.

How can she make him believe her? Xiao Yichu was silent, and she said, "Do you believe me?"

"Letter." Mo Shuainan said without hesitation.

Xiao Yichu was a little surprised. She said: "This is related to your cousin's life. If I miss it, or if I don't have good intentions, then he may..."

"I believe you." Mo Shuainan said.

Trust does not lie in these issues, but in the heart.