Chapter 93


    It was obviously summer right now, the hottest month of the year, yet Brett was breaking out in a


    cold sweat, feeling like he''s been plunged into icy water.


    Amelia went in and directly asked, "How''s the situation?"


    The doctor looked at her, a bit surprised, "Dr. Amelia, howe you''re here?"


    "I''m her chief physician, she''s in thete stages of stomach cancer."


    As Amelia''s words sank in, the faces of all medical staff present stiffened.


    Izabe saw someone push open the door in a daze and shivers.


    She listened to the voice that she found very familiar, and it was not until the person got closer that


    she recognized it''s Amelia.


    Her dry lips part, waiting for Amelia toe to her before she weakly utters the name, "Amelia."


    There was a mist of white forming inside her oxygen mask, the sound was so weak that it was


    almost inaudible, but Amelia understood what she meant.


    "I''m sorry you have to go through this." She knew Izabe was afraid of pain, If she had known such


    an ident would happen, she should have performed surgeryst time.


    Amelia lifted Izabe''s clothes to perform surgery to stop the bleeding. Her brows furrowed tightly


    when she discovered numerous injuries on Izabe''s body.


    Did she have a miscarriage due to domestic violence?


    In the face of any situation, Amelia remained as calm andposed as ever, she had a


    levelheadedness above her age. But upon seeing Izabe like this, a surge of rage swelled in her


    chest.


    One thing she hated most in her life was domestic violence.


    Amelia threw away her chaotic thoughts and focused on the surgery, sweat beading on her


    forehead.


    A nurse wiped her sweat, and Amelia spoke in a deep voice, "Get the person outside to sign a


    critical illness notice. The patient is in critical condition due to miscarriage, massive bleeding, Rh-


    negative AB blood type - is that avable in the blood bank?"


    This blood type is extremely rare. Amelia had been rtively calm, but when Izabe''s bleeding just


    wouldn''t stop, she became slightly panicked. To make things worse, her blood type was so rare.


    "Rh-negative AB blood, we don''t have any in our hospital. I just checked the blood bank yesterday,"


    the nurse by her side said urgently. Without blood, Izabe could suffer from excessive blood loss...


    Amelia bit her lip, "Call other hospitals quickly and see if they have!"


    Two nurses rushed out of the emergency room, one calling other hospitals for the right blood type,


    while the other handed Brett a critical illness notice to sign.


    In a daze, shadows of people floated past Izabe''s mind.


    The blood beneath her didn''t cease to flow, leaving a ring red trail down her leg, pooling on the


    operating table.


    Brett didn''t know what was going on inside and had a feeling of unease. ncing at the clock,


    fifteen minutes had already passed.


    At this moment, two nurses emerged from the room, one walking towards Brett with a piece of


    paper in hand.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    With his keen eyesight, he quickly read the words "critical illness notice" written on the top.


    "How is she? Was the child saved?" he asked.


    The nurse was both angry and anxious as she shoved the critical illness notice into his hand and


    said, "Sign it! The child didn''t make it, and your wife is in grave danger!"


    Brett''s heart skipped wildly, he felt a sudden chill in his veins. Trying to suppress the tremor in his


    voice, he asked, "What do you mean?"


    The nurse took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and exined, "The patient has lost too


    much blood now. She has a rare blood type that our hospital doesn''t have in stock."


    Bleeding heavily was already a serious situation, but on top of that Izabe''s rare blood type made


    things even worse.


    Brett''s head spinned as he realized the seriousness of the situation. The only person with a


    matching blood type for Izabe now was Kaley.


    He suddenly recalled a conversation over a month ago when Izabe, hoarse from emotion, had


    asked him a question.


    "If Kaley and I have the same blood type, would you let her donate blood to save me if I were dying


    from excessive blood loss?"


    He had never taken hypotheticals seriously before, let alone considered having Kaley risk her own


    safety to donate blood to Izabe.


    The nurse didn''t know what Brett was daydreaming about, nudging the critical illness notice against


    his chest, urging him to sign quickly.


    Looking at the critical illness notice pressed to his chest, his heart racing, Brett didn''t have the


    luxury to think, so he quickly called Kaley.


    "Kaley, I need your blood now."