Chapter 466: Urgently Need a Blood Transfusion
“Baron Stuart…” Finally, on the skybridge, Baron Stuart was almost collapsing, with large patches of blood staining his shirt.
Emily Walker watched his pale, thin lips with an anxious expression, her heart twisting with dread.
Seeing the woman before him unharmed, Baron Stuart felt a weight lifted off his heart, then everything went black, and he lost consciousness.
Clayton Howard, who was nearby, saw the situation and immediately shouldered Baron Stuart, making his way down the skybridge.
The group quickly rushed to a hotel in City C!
Doctor Gavin had been caring for Baron Stuart’s wounds, and at this moment, Clayton Howard also believed that Doctor Gavin could quickly handle the situation.
If they had reached any other hospital, it may have caused more confusion and added to the chaos.
When they arrived at the hotel, Doctor Gavin was shocked seeing Baron Stuart, covered in blood.
He had strongly advised against any strenuous activities, how did this came about? Was he in shock?
“He has lost so much blood; he needs a transfusion urgently…” Doctor Gavin said grimly, as he unbuttoned Baron Stuart’s shirt, revealing the alarming wound to everyone present.
The sight especially affected Emily, it felt like something had painfully stabbed her chest.
Transfusion? She remembered he was Type B and so was she!
“I can do it; I am also Type B!” Emily immediately volunteered.
However, Doctor Gavin shook his head, “Young Madam, you can’t.”
“Why?” Emily asked, both anxious and perplexed. She was Type B, why couldn’t she?
“Young Madam, you just had a miscarriage not too long ago, and your body is still weak. If you insist on giving blood, it may be life-threatening.” Doctor Gavin explained while attending to Baron Stuart’s wound.
“I don’t care!” Emily blurted out, tears streaming down her face.
Doctor Gavin looked at her helplessly. Even if she didn’t care, but…
“Young Madam, I understand your feelings, but if I use your blood to save the Young Master, I’m afraid I’ll be the next to die.” He wasn’t ready to be the second casualty.
She had just had a miscarriage, her body was already very frail, attempting a blood donation could endanger her life.
If it came to saving the Young Master and losing the Young Madam, when he woke up, he would doubtless blame himself.
Doctor Gavin had no intention of becoming a scapegoat.
Emily froze, entirely unaware of what Doctor Gavin was implying. She felt both frustrated and desperate.
Just as she opened her mouth to say something, Doctor Gavin suddenly turned to Clayton, “Are you Type B?”
Clayton shook his head, indicating that he wasn’t. He looked equally anxious.
“We won’t make it to the hospital in time. Go to the hotel and see if there’s anybody with Type B blood. Tell them we’ll pay a high price for it!”
After instructing Clayton, he immediately rushed out of the room.
Fortunately, Type B blood is widespread. Clayton brought back four or five individuals with Type B, in case they ran short.
An hour later, Doctor Gavin finally relaxed, drenched in sweat.
If the young master continued to torment him , it would likely be his turn to get hospitalized next!
Doctor Gavin turned around and glanced at Clayton, displaying a hint of dissatisfaction, “Can’t you restrain him a bit? If this continues, we won’t just be worrying about his hand, but his life as well!”
It was absolutely not worth risking your life over a wound!
Clayton heard this and was taken aback, feeling that Doctor Gavin was asking for the impossible.
Were they really capable of controlling the young master’s actions?