Chapter 1094

Chapter 1094:

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Erick studied the babies with a mixture of wonder and concern. They bore an uncanny resemblance to Mitchel, a fact that filled him with a pang of envy. Mitchel was one lucky dog.

After setting the children down, Erick turned to Victor and Judd. “Keep a close eye on them.”

Then, turning to Stefan, Erick added, "Let's heal those wounds on your face, Stefan."

Stefan hesitated. How could I leave? He was consumed with worry for Raegan, and the last thing he wanted was to be separated from her.

But Erick reassured him: “Raegan wouldn't want to see you like this. Mitchel is here. He’s in good hands.”

Glancing reluctantly at the cold Mitchel, Stefan agreed and followed Erick to heal the wounds on his face.

As they left the room, there was a sudden commotion as several doctors rushed into the delivery room. Mitchel's heart raced in anxiety as he held onto one of the doctors. “What's wrong? Is Raegan okay?”

The doctor's expression was grim. "He's bleeding a lot and his condition is critical."

Mitchel's hand fell cleanly to his side as panic gripped him.

The doctor burst into the delivery room after the others.

Without hesitation, Erick and Stefan rushed over, their faces pale with shock.

"How could this happen?" Erick asked.

Nobody had an answer.

Moments later, a doctor came out of the room: “She is losing blood rapidly. “We need to transfuse her immediately.”

“Then do it! What are you waiting for?” Mitchel's tone was sharp, and his eyes were shining brightly. If the doctor wasn't a woman, he would have beaten her up!

The doctor flinched slightly, intimidated by his fierce demeanor.

“The hospital's type B blood bags were compromised. We have contacted nearby hospitals, but their supplies are also destroyed. “Several hospitals are facing the same dilemma.”

There was a deathly silence. Everyone seemed even more confused.

What do you mean by “engaged”? Erick asked, his patience wearing thin.

"We were informed just an hour ago that someone had tampered with the blood bags. They have contaminated them."

“What? What are you talking about?” Erick's mind raced.

Then it hit her. It could only be the work of her unknown assassin, the one who desperately wanted to kill Raegan. Upon learning of his work, he sabotaged the city's blood banks.

Frustrated, Erick punched the wall with his fist, cursing his carelessness.

Stefan took command and gave orders: “Alert all individuals with type B blood. “We need donors, and we need them now.”

The doctor agreed, grateful for a plan of action; Raegan's life was hanging in the balance and they couldn't afford to waste time.

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