As she turned to leave, Mitchel stopped her.
âHow long until the blood checks are completed after taken?â
The doctor stopped, puzzled as to why they needed to test the blood they had just taken.
She explained, âIt will take at least forty minutes, and if there are many people, it may take up to ninety minutes or longer.
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âIn that case, forget it,â Mitchel declared it firmly.
This reminder startled Erick and Stefan awake.
The guy had been targeting Raegan might actually inject a virus into a medical worker.
In that case, untested blood should never be used.
No one was willing to risk Raeganâs life!
âs BunnyBookery The doctor was puzzled.
âBut even if we transported the blood bags by helicopter, it would take more than four hours.
Moreover, tonightâs wind and snow are too severe for flying.
It might not arrive until morning.
The patient canât wait that long.
â
Erick was worried.
His blood type didnât match Raeganâs, and neither did Stefanâs.
Mitchel said, âUse mine.
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The doctor asked, âAre your blood type B?â
Mitchel replied, âIâm the Rhnull blood type.
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The doctor was surprised.
It was a special golden blood type.
Anyone could receive his blood, and it would match perfectly.
Erickâs eyebrows knit together.
It made sense why Mitchelâs blood type wasnât in public records.
If enemies knew about this rare blood type, it could cause problems.
Casually revealing it could lead to lethal consequences.
âButâ¦â The doctor hesitated.
âThe amount of blood you can donate alone is simply not enough for the patientâs needs.
Given her current rate of bleeding, we would need the equivalent of five donors to ensure she has enough.
â
Mitchel grew impatient.
He rolled up his sleeve, moved forward, and declared, âThen keep drawing until we have enough!â
The doctor faltered.
Erick felt anxious as well.
Drawing the equivalent of five donations from one person didnât seem safe.
Wouldnât that nearly drain Mitchel?
âWhat are you waiting for?â Mitchel disregarded their concerns, threatening the doctor, âIf anything happens to her, I wonât let the surgeons off easy!â
The doctor jumped in fright, stuttering.
Erick proposed, âLetâs start with some blood now, and Iâll work out the rest.
â He couldnât stand the thought of Raeganâs suffering.
Upon entering, Mitchel found Raegan on the delivery bed, her hair soaked with sweat.
He sat beside her, grasped her hand, and directed the doctor, âDraw blood here.
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As the transfusion began, the doctor tried various methods to stop Raeganâs bleeding, but none were effective.
Mitchel had given Raegan 802 ml of blood for the first time, but it didnât help much.
The doctor guessed Raegan had lost more than 2500 ml of blood and was still losing.
For context, a typical adult had about 4000 ml of blood, and such a loss without timely replacement was typically fatal.