Xiaole had no intention of talking about this with Han Qi, pushed him away from Nakata, and gestured to ask the third leader to help translate what the second leader had not translated before.

"Before blood transfusion, you must first measure the blood type of the injured person, and then give him the same blood type." Nakata answered Xiaole's question, and then explained: "There are four known blood types in humans, namely a      type b                                                                                           

Xiao Le didn't have the time to listen to his popular science, so he stopped talking and asked with gestures: "How can I know what blood type he has?" She couldn't speak, and the third leader was a half-barrel of sign language, and in the end it was translated by Han Qi.

"There are test strips that specialize in blood type testing, but I didn't bring them." Nakada Terumi replied.

When Xiaole heard Nakata's words, she felt very disappointed, and her eyes were filled with tears. She knew that even if she returned to the provincial capital to get the test paper, it would be too late. Wu Fei would probably be unable to escape this disaster.

The Second Head and the Three Family were also silent. Although Wu Fei had not been in the mountains for a long time, they all liked this young man very much, especially the Third Head. If it weren't for Xiaole and Uncle Guo, he would have received Wu Fei by his subordinates.

Nakata was also silent. He could see that the wounded on the kang was very important to Xiaole, otherwise he would not have run to the provincial capital to grab medicine at a huge risk, nor would he cry here. Nakata also wanted to save the wounded. It had nothing to do with his professional ethics and his life safety. He just wanted to fulfill this affection. Although Xiaole was wearing men's clothing, Japanese were naturally sensitive to girls. On the way, he discovered that Xiaole was a girl.

The room was very quiet. Apart from the rapid breathing of Wu Fei, there was no other sound. Xiaole, the second and third heads, and four people from Nakata stood quietly in front of the kang like four mud statues.

After a long time, Xiaole suddenly stood in front of Nakata, pointed at his hand, pointed at Wu Fei again, and gestured a series of gestures.

Nakata was used to the translation of the second in command, Han Qi, and naturally looked at him.

"She said, pump her blood to him." Han Qi was a little unable to say anything, but seeing Xiaole's tight-minded expression, he finally said the words.

"Aren't you afraid of infusion of wrong blood to kill the injured?" Nakata shook his head. He was a medical student and knew that the risk of doing this was extremely high, so he was unwilling to do this.

"There is an old Chinese saying: "A dead horse is used as a living horse. Since there is no other way, it is better to try it or not." Han Qi looked at Xiaole with a different look. Although he was helping her translate the meaning of the gesture, his understanding of her was a little more. He also had the third leader and Mr. Guo, but he watched her grow up. In the past, he always regarded her as a child, but at this moment he deeply felt that the daughter of the teacher had grown up.

Nakata understood what Xiaole said: If he didn't give blood to the wounded person, the wounded person would definitely die. If he gave blood to him, he would have a 25% chance of survival. She wanted to bet on these 25 hopes.

The third leader's idea is different from the second leader. Although he is a rough man, he realized that if Wu Fei failed to save him, his boss, who is both a master and a nephew, might do some extreme things, and he cannot let her do stupid things, nor can she let her transfusion blood to Wu Fei. Isn't it just to ask for blood? Isn't there anything I have on me? So what if I take half of it to Wu Fei, this kid?

Xiaole rolled up his sleeves and reached in front of Nakata, signaling him to draw blood to save the person quickly.

The third leader also rolled up his sleeves and handed them to Nakata.

The second in commander Han Qi was stunned for a moment and rolled up his sleeves.

Nakata was embarrassed by the three arms of different sizes in front of him. He hesitated and said: "Even if you really have to draw, it is best to draw one person. The same probability will be relatively greater. Who do you think you can draw?"

The little Le handed the hand closer. The third leader had the idea just now. How could Xiao Le rush to do it? He made a big voice to play his advantage at this time and shouted half threateningly: "I have a lot of blood to beat me, so I can take care of it."

The second in commander didn't rush to rush again. He knew that the Japanese said the truth. Using an unknown blood is far better than using three unknown blood. He retracted his hand and comforted Xiaole: "Or, just use the third brother's blood. He is so big that it's okay to draw some blood."

Xiaole shook his head and made a long list of gestures.

After reading her hand gestures, the second head of the leader stopped talking, and the third head of the leader also retracted his hand.

Nakata was curious about what Xiaole’s gesture meant just now and why after seeing her gesture, these two men who seemed strong would give up the idea of ​​blood transfusion, so he asked the second in command: “What did she say?”

"Xiao Le said that she must use her blood. No matter whether she can save Wu Fei or not, she will accept her fate." The second headman glanced at Nakata and explained: "The name of this wounded man is Wu Fei."

"Just saying this? She has made such a long gesture." Nakata didn't believe that such a long gesture translated into two sentences that were only so short.

"She also said that no matter whether he is dead or alive, she will let her blood flow on him. If he cannot be saved, he will die with her blood. He will be able to find her well in the next life because they have the same blood, which is an indelible sign."

After listening to the second leader's words, Nakata did not say anything anymore, silently opened the medical box, and placed the medicines and syringes out one by one. Nakata was shocked, Xiaole couldn't speak, but her words were ringing in her ears in a sonorous manner. What a sincere feeling. Although he didn't know if this was love, Nakata knew that he would never forget Xiaole's words in his life, nor would he forget Xiaole as a person.

The bright red blood and tears kept pouring into Wu Fei's body through the bull tendon tube and needle. Seeing that Wu Fei's pale lips were obviously bloody, Xiaole burst into tears of joy. He just said the secret in his heart in a hurry. At this moment, she was not as shy as a girl, but was more moved.

My blood is now flowing from him, and I can't get rid of it in this life. Whether it's dead or alive, he is considered my person!

Who said that a boy was not in love? Who said that a girl did not have spring? Xiaole first started to fall in love, so she forgot her identity, making her forget her relatives and family affection. All her thoughts and feelings were poured into the unconscious boy on the bed.

The third head of the army secretly told the second head of the army Han Qi. Both of them looked at her silently, and they also hoped that the robbed Japanese could treat Wu Fei back. Mr. Guo was not on the mountain. If Wu Fei had a few mistakes, they would probably not be able to follow Xiaole and go to extremes.
Chapter completed!