âMr. Weiss, itâs best if you stop getting your blood drawn for a while. We recommend the average healthy person donate blood once every six months. Youâve had your blood drawn twice in a short time.
You need to wait six months before you can get your blood drawn again,â the doctor said.
âSix months?â Martin Weiss smiled wrily. âSix months wonât do. Kylaâs baby might be born in less than six months. There wonât be enough blood when we need it.â
The blood bank did not have much bags of such rare blood types.
âLetâs do it once a month, then,â said Martin Weiss. It was only once a month for just a few months. He hoped to have enough blood in the blood bank before Kyla gave birth.
âThatâs too risky. If you do it once a month, it could kill you!â the doctor said.
âI know my limits, and Iâll hire a professional nutritionist to take care of my diet. It wonât have any impact on my body. If the hospital is afraid of being held accountable, I can also sign a disclaimer with the hospital,â said Martin Weiss as he got up slowly.
He felt momentarily lightheaded even though he got up slowly. He âMr. Weiss, watch out!â The doctor immediately grabbed Martin Weiss.
âThank you.â Martin Weiss stabilized himself. Moments later, his lightheadedness finally subsided.
âMr. Weiss, as a doctor, Iâm still going to warn you that even though you desperately want to donate blood for your wife, she wonât be happy if anything happens to you because of this. You might only leave her with more sadness and remorse. No matter what happens, you should cherish your life,â the doctor said sincerely.
Martin Weiss smiled wrily. âWill Kyla feel sad for me if anything happens to me?â
On the one hand, he wanted him to mean something to her, but on the other hand, he did not want him to be upset.
He patted the doctor on the shoulder. âMy life means nothing to me!â
Back when he found out about everything and that he owed his life to her, he had been living only for her!
His life could belong to her at any time!
When Kyla closed the windows at night, she once again saw Martin Weissâs car parked not far from the store.
Kyla hesitated a little before putting on a coat. She walked out of the store and went to the car.
Martin Weiss got down and looked at Kyla. Before she could speak, he already said, âI⦠Iâm sorry. I know you donât want to see me, so Iâll go home immediately. I⦠I wonât bother you.â
With that said, he turned around to open the car door, only to feel lightheaded when he approached the car.
Martin Weiss staggered, and his body leaned to one side.
Almost out of instinct, Kyla stepped forward to grab him.
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