"If the tools you need are ready, how much blood will be enough to ensure my daughter's survival?"
A cold glint flashed in Duanmu Xize's eyes. As long as he could save his daughter, he would do it no matter how many people's blood he had to drain.
"Magistrate, the operation is to save people, not to harm them. Even if a large amount of blood is needed, there is no need to drain a person's blood in exchange for a life."
"If we can find a suitable blood donor, I only need ten strong men to provide 400 ml of blood each. I also need at least three people to be ready at any time."
Mo Ruyue did some calculations in her heart and quickly came up with a number. This number included the amount of blood she expected to need in the case of massive bleeding.
"Just like this?"
Duanmu Xize was stunned for a moment. He had originally thought that he would really need to exchange a life for a life, and sacrifice a few lives to save his daughter.
