"Get out!" Ian was calm, not treating her as a ntor at all, "You can’t participate in the rescue like this! You’re not a god; even if you look at him a hundred tis, it won’t work!"
Speaking thus, Ian directly hoisted her up by the waist and strode out!
"Let go! Let see him! Let go of ! Ian, you are crazy!" She beat his back desperately, on the verge of collapse.
"You’re the one who’s crazy!" Ian emphasized, "Look at the state you’re in!"
"Let go! Let go!! I want to see him! Justin—"
At this mont, Anton Miller walked into the ward with the examination paper but didn’t see Mia, his steps halted, eyebrows furrowed lightly.
What’s going on?
The shoes were still by the bed, most of the blanket had fallen to the floor.
"Mia?" He hurriedly went to the bathroom, no one?
He thought maybe she insisted on getting discharged, but glanced around and saw the bag she had desperately protected was still there.
Leaving the hospital without shoes didn’t make sense.
Anton Miller had a bad feeling and quickly exited the ward, "Mia!" searching outside, "Mia!" He ran, not missing any corner with his eyes.
Kicked out of the ergency room, Mia cried in despair, her whole body feeling like it had fallen into an icy pit.
"Justin... sob... no..."
Ian blocked her, calmly looking at everyone present, asking, "The blood bank is low on blood; we urgently need RH negative blood, is anyone here that type?"
Kristina Kingston was pale, frightened, her whole family only Justin’s father had it!
Lack of blood... sothing she hadn’t considered at all, this news was adding insult to injury.
A few attendants shook their heads regretfully, "I’m not."
"I’m not either."
"I wish I were..."
"...I’m not either."
Everyone knows that panda blood is hard to co by, asking a million people might yield one.
"Madam Kingston, how about you?" Ian focused his gaze on the person with the highest possibility, "You’re Mr. Kingston’s mother, what blood type are you?"
"I’m not either." She was heartbroken, feeling like a knife twisting.
Suddenly, Mia cald down; she thought of soone.
At this mont, Anton Miller arrived at the corner, instantly spotting her barefoot, disheveled clothes, ssy hair, while Mia was just about to rush to find him.
Their eyes t, Anton Miller furrowed his brow, coldly approaching her.
And Mia, as if seeing a ray of hope, ran towards him, "Anton Ford! Are you RH negative blood?!" Rushing over, she grabbed his arm excitedly, "Are you?"
Anton Miller saw her bare feet, swollen cheeks, tear-streaked face, couldn’t help feeling a pang of sorrow.
"What are you doing here?" He couldn’t help reprimanding her, "You’re supposed to be resting properly after surgery, why ask such nonsensical questions? Body and hair are from your parents; I never donate blood."
His gaze swept to Kristina, but he didn’t recognize the masked her he had seen before; her restored appearance was unfamiliar.
Yet Kristina instantly recognized Anton Miller! She’d investigated him plenty over the years, countless photos of him.
To Kristina, Anton Miller was a bastard.
Her breathing tightened, face darkened, Anton Miller and Mia together? Did they approach Justin with unspeakable motives?
"Are you RH negative blood or not?" Mia was extrely anxious, "Answer !"
"I am."
"Please, please save Justin, please?" Her face was pale, completely incoherent, "He had a car accident, a serious accident, he’s lying inside, he was looking for , because of he’s like this, he can’t hold on, the blood bank has no blood... he’s bled so much, Anton, I’m begging you, please?"
Anton Miller lightly furrowed his cold eyebrows, looking at the door of the ergency room, at Ian, at everyone present, finally fixing his gaze on Kristina Kingston.
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