"Okay, I’m on my way."
James Grant’s gaze was deep, his brows tightly furrowed.
"What’s wrong?" Sensing something off in James Grant’s tone, Amber asked.
Upon hearing that Uncle Grant’s illness had relapsed, her face changed instantly, and she hurried to the hospital with James Grant.
Matthew Sullivan also rushed over upon receiving the news.
Outside the VIP ward at the hospital.
Security personnel in black uniforms had the entire floor tightly sealed, even the hospital staff had to be thoroughly questioned before entering or exiting, not daring to slack off even a bit.
There was a stifling atmosphere in the air.
"This is it." James Grant arrived at the designated floor according to the address Quentin Hale sent him.
As soon as the elevator opened, the eyes of the two security personnel shot over, filled with vigilance, "What are you three here for? Don’t just hang around if you have no business!"
Matthew Sullivan, never having been treated so rudely before, became a bit angry, "We’re here to visit a patient, is there a problem?"
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Beside them, Amber glanced at them with a peculiar expression.
Upon stepping out of the elevator and seeing the strict precautions, she assumed it was the Grant Family’s arrangement to ensure Harrison Grant’s safety.
How could the Grant Family’s security not recognize James Grant and Matthew Sullivan?
Amber turned to look at James Grant, just about to ask, but she also noticed his furrowed brow.
"I’ve already called my father’s attending doctor, he’s on his way," James Grant gave a calming look to Matthew Sullivan in a calm tone.
Soon, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat approached them quickly.
"Sorry for the wait, all three of you. Chairman Grant’s condition is not looking good, we need to quickly discuss and determine a treatment plan with the family."
Dr. Li spoke hurriedly as he led Amber and the others past the security line.
The security personnel repeatedly confirmed their identities with Dr. Li before cautiously allowing them through, fearing any mishap.
"Chairman Grant’s collapse this time was due to a relapse of his previous condition. We’ve used conventional treatments to temporarily stabilize him, but this isn’t a long-term solution. The most urgent matter now is finding a matching blood source, otherwise, if anything unexpected happens, the chairman might not hold on for long."
James Grant and Matthew Sullivan both looked at Amber.
Blood relatives can’t blood, and matched with Harrison Grant’s blood type, the only one available now is her.
Amber understood the underlying meaning of the doctor’s words and agreed without hesitation, "Alright, take my blood then."
"Yes, time is of the essence, let’s head to the blood collection room now," Dr. Li adjusted his glasses, seemingly unsurprised at Amber also having a rare blood type.
James Grant accompanied her as well.
Using a swab to disinfect the skin, a slender needle was slowly inserted into Amber’s skin, and bright red blood flowed through the transparent tube, collecting into the bag.
With half a bag collected, the doctor still showed no sign of stopping.
As the time passed, Amber’s complexion grew paler.
But thinking of Harrison Grant’s precarious situation, she clenched her teeth.
Once one blood bag was full, she thought it was over.
But to her surprise, Dr. Li brought out a new blood bag to replace it.
"Doctor, a normal adult’s blood draw shouldn’t exceed 400 milliliters at a time, or there’s a risk of shock, you’ve already taken 300 milliliters," he said coldly, stopping the process as he watched Amber, who was clearly uncomfortable but enduring it.