However, Dr. Lee’s hands didn’t stop moving; instead, they seemingly accelerated slightly.
He said sternly, "Chairman Grant is gravely ill. It’s justifiable to have a larger blood transfusion amount; insufficient blood won’t achieve the treatment goal!"
The shadow in James Grant’s eyes grew darker; yet, on one side was his father and on the other side was Evelyn Clayton, so he couldn’t voice any objections.
At this moment, Amber’s vision had already begun to blur.
She felt the loss of blood and wanted to stop, but when she tried to speak, she realized she was too weak to even muster the strength to talk...
"I told you to stop, didn’t you hear me!"
James Grant clearly sensed something was wrong and shouted coldly.
By now, Amber was already in a state of anemia.
James Grant didn’t care what Dr. Lee had just said; he directly pushed him aside with a grim face, withdrew the syringe, and carefully pressed a sterile cotton swab on the puncture site, supporting Amber.
"Are you okay? Are you alright?"
Amber’s lips had no color, and she couldn’t sit up at all.
Feeling the warmth of the man’s sturdy chest, she leaned into James Grant’s embrace: "I’m fine, just need a bit of rest."
Despite feeling uncomfortable.
If it meant saving someone, she thought it was worth it.
The blood collection process was forcibly interrupted, and Dr. Lee was displeased.
He glared at James Grant, but due to James Grant’s status, he couldn’t say anything and simply stated in a deep voice, "Time is tight. You take good care of Miss Clayton first, I’ll go to Chairman Grant and give him the transfusion, and once the condition stabilizes, I’ll communicate with you two."
With that said, he hurriedly left the ward with the blood bag.
James Grant didn’t spare Dr. Lee a glance; his eyes were tightly fixed on Amber, lightly brushing away the wet strands of hair from her forehead with his long fingers.
"Let me carry you to the bed to rest for a while."
In the snow-white sheets and blankets, Amber lay with her eyes tightly closed, her body weak to the point of breaking out in cold sweats.
"... Yes, right, make it quick, move fast." James Grant took out his phone and made a call.
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As soon as he entered, he was startled at the sight of Amber’s extremely pale face.
How much blood was taken?
"Director Grant, I’ve brought the supplements you asked for. The blood-nourishing soup is also being prepared, once it’s ready, I’ll deliver it to Miss Clayton right away." Taking a sympathetic look at Amber, Quentin Hale placed the heavy supplements on the table and respectfully stepped out.
James Grant took out the supplements and sat by the bed, feeding them to Amber mouthful by mouthful.
In another ward, Harrison Grant was on a ventilator, with the crimson liquid in the blood bag slowly flowing through the IV, being replenished into his body.
Five or six doctors and nurses stood by the bedside, all appearing tense and unwilling to leave.
As time passed, the readings on various monitoring devices in the ward gradually stabilized, allowing the medical staff present to finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Finally turned crisis into safety!
"That’s great, Director Grant, the Chairman is awake!"
Quentin Hale’s overjoyed voice came from outside the door, filled with the relief of surviving, "The doctors have transferred the Chairman from the ICU to a general ward. If observation shows no issues, he can be discharged soon!"
In the rest room, Amber and the other two breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Quentin Hale’s reassurance.
As long as it’s alright.
"Is Dad okay?" Standing at the door, Matthew Sullivan instinctively took two steps forward, wanting to visit Harrison Grant, but he was worried about Amber, so his steps froze.
The small movement was fully noticed by James Grant and Amber.