Delay

(The discussion in the resuscitation room continued. Oh, yes, the blood pressure of the unfortunate young man continued to drop.)

"Damn, we are not against transfusion, but how could you be sure the blood is safe?" The grey hair man took over. He obviously was in the habit of using a colorful language.

"We always perform some necessary testings. Nothing is perfect, I agree. But the situation is urgent." The doctor explained.

"Stop that kind of bull shit. You ain't know anything of this testing business." The grey wolf roared, "In the old days, the standard way is to have the potential donor passing through six stages and fifteen tests before the blood is accepted. Now, you just check hepatitis and AIDS. That's not enough."

"That's picking bones from eggs," the doctor said to himself.

But, he did not say it aloud. He hesitated for a while, and then he continued, "All I could say is: Delay no more."

"What!?" Both the monkey-face and the grey wolf jumped.

"Alas, don't be paranoid. I am speaking English." The doctor was forced to say.