Chapter 1096

Chapter 1096:

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Mitchel could see from the doctor's face that the initial 802 ml had no effect. He ordered sternly: "Continue!"

The doctor paused, considering the seriously ill Raegan, who clearly needed more blood. He drew another 1000 ml of blood from Mitchel and transfused it into Raegan. At that point, Raegan's heart rate finally improved slightly.

However, it was clear that Raegan needed more blood.

Mitchel, already very exhausted, was turning pale, and the doctor, after a quick check, realized that his body was recovering from a serious illness and could not withstand any further exertion.

No matter how much more blood Raegan needed, drawing more blood from Mitchel was no longer an option. If they continued, Mitchel himself could be at risk of dying!

Outside, Erick told her that safe Rhnull blood and type B blood were being procured, but it would take at least two hours, and Raegan's situation seemed too urgent to wait.

Mitchel noticed that Raegan was still unconscious, her heart rate unstable.

He firmly insisted: “Go on!”

The doctor hesitated and said, "I can't, for your safety, sir."

Mitchel's tone hardened. "I told you to go on!"

The doctor had never encountered such desperation, and Mitchel's bodyguards seemed prepared for conflict. If anything happened to Raegan, they could tear the hospital apart. With no other options, he reluctantly drew blood again, this time only 80 ml.

This 800 ml again raised Raegan's heart rate slightly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly the doctor at the operating table shouted, “The patient is bleeding again!”

Blood was flowing rapidly, and Raegan's recently stabilized heart rate was plummeted. The situation was dire!

Mitchel gritted his teeth. “Get 1500ml!”

The doctor hesitated. “Please be sensitive. You have already donated 2600 ml of blood. Taking another 1520 ml could leave you with a dangerously low supply of blood, and the Rhnull blood bags we have are also contaminated. If we continue without careful thought, we could endanger not only the patient’s health, but yours as well.” She flatly refused to continue, unwilling to risk Mitchel's life.

But Mitchel picked up a scalpel and held it up to the doll, challenging her: "Are you doing it or am I doing it?"

The doctor was speechless, as he had never seen a relative so desperate.

She was terrified and pleaded, “Sir, please put down the scalpel.”

“Are you going to draw my blood or what?” Mitchell insisted, his eyes blazing.

Under pressure, the doctor played it safe and drew 1200 ml of blood from Mitchel.

After transfusing those 1200 ml into Raegan, her condition finally stabilized.

Relieved to hear from the doctor that Raegan was no longer in danger, Mitchel, pale and exhausted, pleaded, "Please, you have to save her."

Then, unable to hold on any longer, Mitchel collapsed onto the bed and passed out.

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