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After the old doctor finished speaking, Wu Zhongyuan asked eagerly, "What's the matter, is there something wrong with my blood?"

The old doctor frowned slightly, turned his head to look at a few colleagues beside him, and seeing that they didn't respond, he turned his head and said to Wu Zhongyuan, "Don't worry, you are healthy, it's just that you lost too much blood, causing hemorrhagic syncope."

"Then why do you ask me if I have ever tested blood?" Wu Zhongyuan asked.

"You tell me first, have you had a blood test before?" The old doctor smiled unnaturally.

"A few years ago, I had a blood type test in the village. I have blood type A." Wu Zhongyuan said.

The old doctor nodded, "We know this, apart from this simple blood type test, have you ever done a more detailed blood routine test?"

"No, I've never been hospitalized," Wu Zhongyuan shook his head. After shaking his head, he suddenly remembered something, "You didn't give me the wrong blood, did you?"

"No, no," the old doctor waved his hand, "we didn't dare to lose to you at all."

After the old doctor finished speaking, Wu Zhongyuan's heart clenched again, "Doctor, just tell me the truth, what the hell happened to me?"

The old doctor didn't answer, and a forty-year-old female doctor next to him took over the conversation, "Don't be nervous. Before the blood transfusion, we carefully checked your blood and found that your blood is different from people's."

"Ah? What does it mean to be different from people?"

Seeing that Wu Zhongyuan was frightened, the female doctor hurriedly added and corrected, "It's not the same as ordinary people."

"What does it mean to be different from ordinary people?" Wu Zhongyuan asked eagerly.

The old doctor who spoke earlier said, "This involves various indicators of blood examination, which is very complicated to say."

Wu Zhongyuan had just woken up, and was frightened again, and his mind was a little dizzy, "Don't say it's complicated, just tell me how it affects me."

"Your blood is very special. Once you lose too much blood, there is no blood source that can be replenished," the old doctor said, seeing that Wu Zhongyuan did not understand immediately, and added, "In short, no one can give you a blood transfusion. Look, that's the biggest impact on you."

"What about the small influence?" Wu Zhongyuan asked again.

"It's still uncertain, but we have sent someone to send blood samples to the provincial capital, and the results will be available tonight," the old doctor said.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't ask any more questions. At this time, his mood had calmed down. He did have his blood type tested a few years ago and knew that he had type A blood. , even if there is a small problem, it will not have much impact.

The old doctor waved at the doctors around the bed, and the doctors left the ward with clips to remember things. In the end, there were only three left, the old doctor himself, and the forty-year-old female doctor. And finally the old nurse with the two bars on the hat.

When everyone left, the three took the chairs and sat down by the hospital bed. The old doctor said, "Young man, can you talk to us?"

"No, I don't have money on me, I can't afford a hospital, I have to go." Wu Zhongyuan wanted to go to the ground.

"You are infusion, don't move." The old nurse stepped forward to stop, "You still need to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation."

"What exactly are you trying to observe?" Wu Zhongyuan was a little annoyed.

The old doctor also stepped forward to help and persuade him, "Don't worry, we need to observe whether your abnormal blood phase is caused by trauma to your head.

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There was still a needle in his hand, and Wu Zhongyuan wouldn't pull it out by himself, so he could only look at the old doctor angrily, "What if I don't let you observe?"

The old doctor was very embarrassed, "Don't get me wrong, we are only responsible for your condition. If you insist on leaving, we will respect your opinion."

"I'll go now and pull out the bottle for me," Wu Zhongyuan said.

The old doctor nodded helplessly, and nodded to the old nurse beside him. The latter was instructed to help Wu Zhongyuan pull out the infusion needle on the back of his hand.

Wu Zhongyuan was still wearing his own clothes, and he didn't need to change his hospital gown. He looked at the clock on the wall while putting on his shoes.

"How much is this hanging bottle?" Wu Zhongyuan asked.

"No, let's go and take a rest when you go back." The old doctor opened the cabinet beside him and took out a plastic bag from it, "This is yours."

Wu Zhongyuan opened the bag and found that it contained his own stack of old books, which might be too dusty, so the hospital wrapped it in a bag.

Carrying the bag to the door of the ward, Wu Zhongyuan stopped, turned around and asked, "You really let me go?"

The old doctor nodded, "You are a patient in the hospital, not a prisoner of the public security organ. We have no right to restrict your freedom."

After confirming that he is free, Wu Zhongyuan's thoughts of leaving are not so strong. "You always have to pay for treatment. How much does this bottle cost?"

"Eighty," said the old doctor.

Wu Zhongyuan took out a handful of change from his pocket, counted it, only sixty or so, not enough.

"Young man, you don't need to pay for the infusion, can you chat with us for a while?" The old doctor discussed in a harmonious voice.

Wu Zhongyuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "But I have to make a phone call first. I was absent from class. I have to tell the teacher, otherwise they will be worried."

"Are you still a student?" The old doctor was a little surprised.

Wu Zhongyuan knew that the old doctor was surprised because he saw the tattoo on his chest. Those with tattoos are not good people. This is the understanding of most people. Although it is unfair, it is a helpless reality.

Seeing Wu Zhongyuan frowning, the old doctor hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and handed it to him.

"I'd better use the landline." Wu Zhongyuan didn't answer the old doctor's phone.

The latter nodded in agreement and took him to the nurse station outside to make a phone call. After three minutes, the two returned to the ward.

Back in the ward, Wu Zhongyuan was in a good mood. The head teacher did not criticize him, nor did he mention the security guard being beaten. This shows that the security guard was guilty of a thief and did not dare to call the police when he was beaten. In addition, the flower shirt did not call the police, otherwise the police would have found the school earlier.

"President Wang, thank you." Wu Zhongyuan thanked the old doctor. When he went to the nurse's station to call, the nurse shouted like this, otherwise he would not know that the old doctor was the dean here.

"You're welcome," Dean Wang waved his hand, then pointed at the other two to introduce to Wu Zhongyuan, "This is Director Li of the internal medicine department, and this is Head Nurse Zhang."

Wu Zhongyuan nodded politely to the two of them, and the two nodded in response. Head Nurse Zhang helped Wu Zhongyuan back to the hospital bed and helped him get a drip.

Wu Zhongyuan did not lie down, but sat on the head of the bed, looking at President Wang, waiting for him to speak.

This time, President Wang didn't use the doctor's tone to speak to the patient, nor did he mention Wu Zhongyuan's abnormal blood, just gossip.

It seems to be just gossip, but Wu Zhongyuan knows that Dean Wang is not aimless. Dean Wang wants to find out the reason for his abnormal blood by understanding his origin and what he has experienced.

Even if he knew Dean Wang's intentions, Wu Zhongyuan didn't hide it. He was adopted by his master when he was very young. The master didn't say much about it. The master only said that he had not been weaned when he adopted him.

As for the details of the adoption, Master did not mention it, nor did he say why Master Wu was surnamed.

Dean Wang asked about Master's situation again, and Wu Zhongyuan also briefly said that the reason why he did not hide it was because Dean Wang asked 'is your master a Taoist priest', not 'what does your master do'. The reason why Chang asked this question was undoubtedly because he saw the bundle of Taoist scriptures that he carried with him. Since people had already guessed it, there was no need to lie.

Then Dean Wang asked him about his growth experience, and Wu Zhongyuan also said that his growth experience was similar to that of ordinary people. He studied in elementary school, went to junior high school and took the entrance exam for high school. The only difference was that he never went to kindergarten. literal.

Wu Zhongyuan's answer obviously failed to answer Dean Wang's doubts. After that, Dean Wang asked him if he had eaten any special food, if he had been to any strange place, and if he had any special experience.

After careful recall, Wu Zhongyuan shook his head.

Unable to find the problem, Dean Wang was a little disappointed.

"I'll still do some work." Wu Zhongyuan said actively. In fact, it's not just President Wang. He is also eager to find out why his blood is different from ordinary people. After all, no one can guarantee that he will not be injured and bleed in the future. It is very dangerous not to accept blood transfusions. thing.

Dean Wang shook his head, "Practicing martial arts and strengthening your body will not cause changes in blood."

Wu Zhongyuan stopped talking, he said everything he could think of, and didn't hide it deliberately, but there was really nothing special about his growth experience.

In the silence, Wu Zhongyuan suddenly remembered something, "Master once said that when I adopted me, I was dying, and I kept coughing up blood. It took Master several years to heal me."

"Did your master say what medicine was used?" Dean Wang asked.

"It's the herbal medicine for cough, and he has used the same formula for others." Wu Zhongyuan said.

"Would you like to do a full-body CT?" Dean Wang discussed.

Wu Zhongyuan nodded in agreement.

The director has a CT scan, no need to pay, no need to queue, and the result will come out soon. "No abnormal lesions are seen."

After tossing around for a few hours, the hospital was about to close, and Wu Zhongyuan wanted to leave.

Seeing that Wu Zhongyuan wanted to go back, President Wang immediately agreed, and immediately called the driver and asked the driver to drive the car downstairs.

After the phone call, Dean Wang suddenly remembered something, "When did you get the tattoo on your body?"

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, "I don't know, it was there when I was very young."

Dean Wang was very surprised, "When your master adopted you, this tattoo was already there?"

Wu Zhongyuan nodded.

"Can I take a closer look?" Dean Wang discussed.

Wu Zhongyuan was not very happy, but for the sake of President Wang's insistence on sending him a car, it was inconvenient to refuse, so he unzipped his clothes and exposed the tattoo on his chest.

The dragon tattoo on Wu Zhongyuan's chest is not a complete dragon, but only the dragon head, which is located in the middle of the chest. differ greatly.

"Can I take a photo?" Dean Wang asked Wu Zhongyuan for his opinion.

Wu Zhongyuan wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he changed his mind again. This tattoo may be related to his own life experience. If Dean Wang can find clues, he may be able to find his biological parents.

With Wu Zhongyuan's approval, Dean Wang took out his mobile phone and was about to take a picture when the phone rang.

Dean Wang pressed the answer button and walked to the window, "Hmm, um, um, what? 24 pairs..."

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