It was the operating room where Julian Eas was.
The doctor ca out, holding a consent form, very calmly stating the current situation: "Is the patient’s family here? The patient is experiencing major bleeding and is at risk of losing his life. He urgently needs a blood transfusion, but the blood bank doesn’t have the required type. We’ll need to transfer it from other hospitals..."
"What blood type is he?" Aiden Shaw interrupted him.
"Type AB blood."
May Sloane beca anxious, "Isn’t type AB blood able to accept any blood type?"
"The patient’s current condition is quite special. While it is possible to transfuse small amounts of other blood types, his physical state doesn’t allow for any risks. Transfusing other blood types could easily cause a hemolytic reaction, so it’s essential to transfuse the sa type of blood."
While he was speaking, Aiden Shaw had already removed his coat and rolled up his white sleeve, revealing his arm: "Use mine. I’m type AB blood."
The doctor sighed heavily at this sight, then said, "After signing, a nurse will go to the relevant departnt to urgently allocate blood. After that, it can be replaced."
Aiden Shaw glanced at the still closed ward beside him; Sixteen was still inside.
His long eyebrows twitched slightly, and his deep voice carried a commanding tone: "Do not stop before the blood arrives. Just make sure to leave a breath."
After speaking, he tossed his suit jacket to Finn Pierce.
Finn Pierce caught it, clutching the jacket tightly, and called out to him worriedly, "Uncle."
"Don’t tell her."
Leaving these words, he quickly walked into the operating room.
May Sloane watched his imposing back, and as the door of the operating room closed, her eyes couldn’t help but well up.
This is truly an unexpected disaster.
Julian Eas’ agent, Chance Hayes, rushed over as soon as he got off the plane. Upon seeing Eugene Dawson, he urgently asked, "How is Lennon?"
"He’s in critical rescue."
"Critical rescue..." Chance Hayes anxiously looked towards the operating room.
May Sloane snapped back to reality and handed the docunts from the doctor to him, "Brother Hayes, he urgently needs a blood transfusion. Where are his family mbers? We need them to sign so the blood bank can make the transfer."
Holding the application form, Chance Hayes’ face drastically changed, struggling for a mont before squeezing out a few words: "Lennon... he’s an orphan."
The atmosphere froze once again.
No one ever thought that such a flamboyant playboy in the entertainnt industry was an orphan.
Eugene Dawson was a bit anxious: "Fourth Master is inside giving him blood, it might not be enough. We can’t delay, please sign."
Chance Hayes, shocked, stared at him: "Fourth Master..."
In Banyria, the only one called Fourth Master is Aiden Shaw.
Eugene Dawson continued, "He will bear any problems. If the blood isn’t transferred in ti, the consequences will be on you."
Upon hearing this, Chance Hayes imdiately signed, "I’ll go handle the transfer."
May Sloane breathed a sigh of relief.
anwhile, the door of the operating room where Tiana Thorne was opened, and she was pushed out by a nurse.
May Sloane hurried over, "How is she?"
"The patient’s big toe was fractured by a brick, the wounds on her body have been properly treated, and she hit the back of her head against the wall, causing an injury to the scalp. She needs to be admitted for observation. But please rest assured, her life is not in danger, though she needs proper care."
Hearing the word fracture, her face turned even paler, "Doctor, will there be any effects after the fracture heals?"
"The surgery has been done, there won’t be any problem, but she should try not to move around for a month."
"I understand, thank you."
Afterward, May Sloane followed her to the ward, with Finn Pierce and Eugene Dawson still waiting outside.
Soon, the required blood was sent inside, and at the sa ti, the doctor issued a critical condition notice.
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