Mitchel could tell on the doctorâs face that the initial 802 ml was ineffective.
He commanded sternly, âContinue!â
The doctor paused, considering the gravely ill Raegan, who clearly needed more blood.
She took another 1000 ml of blood from Mitchel and transfused it to Raegan.
At this point, Raeganâs heart rate finally improved slightly.
However, it was clear Raegan needed more blood.
Mitchel, already severely depleted, was turning pale, and the doctor, after a quick check, realized his body was recovering from a serious illness and couldnât endure further strain.
No matter how much more blood Raegan required, drawing additional blood from Mitchel was no longer an option.
If they continued, Mitchel himself might be at risk of dying!
Outside, Erick relayed that safe Rhnull blood and type B blood were being arranged, but it would take at least two hours, and Raeganâs situation appeared too urgent to wait.
Mitchel observed Raegan still unconscious, her heart rate unstable.
He insisted firmly, âContinue!â
The doctor hesitated and said, âI canât, for the sake of your safety, sir.
â
Mitchelâs tone hardened.
âI told you to continue!â
The doctor had never encountered such desperation, and Mitchelâs bodyguards seemed ready for conflict.
If something happened to Raegan, they might just wreck the hospital.
With no other options, she reluctantly drew blood again, this time taking only 80 ml.
This 800 ml slightly raised Raeganâs heart rate again.
Everyone sighed in relief, but suddenly, the doctor at the operating table yelled, âThe patient is bleeding again!â
The blood flowed rapidly, and Raeganâs recently stabilized heart rate plummeted.
The situation was dire!
Mitchel clenched his teeth.
âDraw 1500 ml!â
The doctor hesitated.
âPlease, be sensible.
Youâve already given 2600 ml of blood.
Drawing another 1520 ml could leave you with dangerously little blood, and the Rhnull blood bags we have are contaminated as well.
If we continue without careful thought, it could risk not only the patientâs health but yours, too.
â She steadfastly refused to proceed, unwilling to risk Mitchelâs life.
But Mitchel grabbed a scalpel and held it to his wrist, challenging, âWiLL you do it, or should I?â
The doctor was speechless, having never seen a family member so desperate.
She was terrified and pleaded, âSir, please put down the knife.
â
âAre you going to draw blood or what?â Mitchel insisted, his eyes blazing.
Under pressure, the doctor played it safe and drew 1200 ml of blood from Mitchel.
After transfusing this 1200 ml into Raegan, her condition finally stabilized.
Relieved to hear from the doctor that Raegan was no longer in danger, Mitchel, pale and exhausted, begged, âPlease, you must save her.
â
Then, unable to sustain himself any longer, Mitchel collapsed onto the bed and fainted.