
Habibi drowned for a moment. The nurse ran. He sat back down after feeling his legs limp. Before long the nurse reentered the operating room with 2 bags of blood. The door of the room closed again.
Habibi saw the door that was back open.
“What's sus?” Ask Habibi.
Ardi and Siti immediately approached the nurse.
“Sorry sir, we need blood 4 bags of blood. There are only 2 pockets. The hospital has contacted the blood bank but none for blood type B. Can the family help find a donor?”
“My blood type B doc. I am a member of PMI. Last time I was a donor 3 months ago. You can take my blood doc.”
“All right we go directly to the blood transfusion room.”
“Good sus.”
“Still less 1 more bag again pack.”
“I'll look for it.” Answer Anita.
Siti increasingly doubtful imagine the condition of her daughter.
Anita contacted Wahyudi
“Hallo Assalamu’alaikum Aunt.”
“Wa’alaikumsalam. Di, B blood stock is still in the hospital?”
“Sorry Aunt, again out,” replied Wahyudi.
“So there are still 2 bags.”
“Iya, but there was an accident patient who needed 3 bags of blood and now still looking for 1 more bag.”
“You contact all employees to search for blood type B.”
“Iya Aunt.”
“Racid.”
“Iya sir.”
“You inform employees who have blood type B.”
“Good sir.”
Ponesl Anita rang, Anita quickly picked up the phone.
“Hallo How?”
“There are some people who are blood type B. Siska is pregnant. Friendly on menstruation. Ida's nursing and Mr. Rahmad's OB head has finished taking headache medication. I am AB buk blood type. How about we dump the A we take the B buk.”
Wahyudi don't joke you.” Anita who had panicked so added annoyed to hear Wahyudi who spoke nonsense.
“Sorry buk. I panicked too. Already call the blood bank, but the stock is also empty. I'll search to another RS buk.”
“Good.”
Connect disconnected.
“Sorry buk, have you got a donor?”
“Please strive fast buk.”
“Iya sus.”
The nurse entered the room.
“Where Sid,” asks Habibi.
“There is a pack of Yuli in the CS and Indra pack in the marketing section.”
“Send to here.”
“Good sir.”
“What is your blood type?”
“I don't know sir.”
When the nurse came out of the room Habibi called the nurse. “Try checking this man's blood type.” Habibi Pinta.
“Good sir.”
The nurse brought Rasid into the room to check his blood type. Rasid's face was pale instantly. He saw the red hose flowing in Ardi's hand Rasid's heart beating faster. Maybe because of fear.
A nurse came in with a small needle and a small tube to hold the blood. The nurse dabbed a needle into Rasid's index finger and drip a few drops into the small container and then left. Rasid's hands were cold instantly. He could not imagine what his blood type was B. Can he pass out during a blood transfusion? Her thought. Not losing his fear, the nurse came and asked Rasid. “Is there any taking medicines?”
Rasid shook his head.
“Disease history?”
Rasid shook his head again.
The nurse asked Rasid to lie down. Rasid saw an empty pouch for a blood reservoir of needles and hoses.
Uh. I feel like running. Words that cannot be uttered. Rasid could only give up and squinted his eyes.
Habibi approached the nurse who had gone with Rasid.
“Where to sus?”
“Have 2 pak donors.” The nurse shut the door.
Wahyudi came to the hospital. He approached Anita and Habibi.
“Where's Aunt?”
“Don't know Di, from earlier the doctor has not been out. “What you can enter In, we are a surgical specialist.
“Talking aunt. But if I can get in, I want to go inside. Who's Auntie's doctor?”
“Tante also don't know.”
Wahyudi sat down while patting his best friend's shoulder.
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sorry yes reader. author also do not know how much up his many but the same episode. as the author's apology and to penetrate the author's guilt.then auyy up again. for improper writing and so on, please forgive the author.