Hamish couldn’t tell whether it was his body or his heart that felt colder. Despite it being summer, the warmest month of the year, he broke out in a cold sweat, feeling as if he had plunged into ice water.
Hattie entered and immediately asked, “How is the situation?”
The surgeon holding the knife looked surprised to see her. “Dr. Mason, how did you come in?”
“I am her attending physician. The patient is suffering from advanced-stage stomach cancer.”
As soon as Hattie spoke, the faces of all the medical staff present turned stiff, and some even paled.
Elisa, in a daze, watched as someone pushed open the door. Although she didn’t feel cold, she shivered.
She recognized the voice as someone familiar, and it was only when the person approached her that she recognized Hattie.
Her damp eyelashes trembled as she opened her dry lips, waiting for Hattie to come closer before weakly uttering, “Dr. Mason.”
A layer of white mist formed inside the oxygen mask. She was incredibly weak, and her voice was barely audible, but Hattie understood her meaning.
“You’ve been through a lot.” She knew Elisa was afraid of pain. If she had known this accident would happen, she should have performed the surgery for her last time.
Hattie opened Elisa’s clothes and started the operation to stop the bleeding. She furrowed her brow suddenly, discovering that aside from the miscarriage, Elisa had suffered numerous injuries.
Could it be due to domestic violence that she had a miscarriage unexpectedly?
No matter what happened, Hattie always remained calm, displaying a composure beyond her years. But seeing Elisa in such a state ignited a flame of anger in her heart.
The thing Hattie found most disgusting in her life was an abusive husband.
Setting aside her chaotic thoughts, Hattie focused on the operation. As time went on, sweat began to bead on her forehead.
A nurse wiped her sweat as Hattie said in a low voice, “Have the people outside sign a critical condition notice. The patient is experiencing dangerous complications from the miscarriage and excessive bleeding. Is there any rh-negative blood type AB in the blood bank?”
This blood type was extremely rare. Hattie had been relatively calm when she entered, but as Elisa’s bleeding showed no signs of stopping, she started to panic.
It would be fine if Elisa were a regular person, but unfortunately, she had a rare blood type.
“Rh-negative blood type AB is not available in our hospital. I checked the blood bank yesterday. The nurse beside her urgently said, if we don’t have blood, Elisa will die from excessive blood loss.”
Hattie bit her lip and said, “Quickly call other hospitals and ask. Hurry!”
Two nurses in the emergency room rushed out-one to make a call to inquire about the blood type, and the other holding the critical condition notice for Hamish to sign.
It was said that when a person is on the verge of death, their memories from the past flash before their eyes like a revolving lantern. People drifted through Elisa’s mind one by one.
Blood continued to flow uncontrollably from under her, leaving a trail of blood that snaked down her leg, forming a glaring red stain on the operating table.
Hamish didn’t know what was happening inside. He had a sense of unease, and he looked at the time hanging on the wall-it had been fifteen minutes.
At that moment, two nurses came out, and one of them approached him, holding a piece of paper.
With good eyesight, Hamish quickly read the words written at the top of the paper: “Critical Condition Notice.”
“How is she? Did the child survive?” Hamish asked anxiously.
The nurse felt both anxious and angry. It was already this late, yet he still cared about the child.
She threw the critical condition notice at Hamish and said, “Sign it. The child didn’t make it, and your wife is on the verge of death!”
Hamish’s heart pounded, and it felt as if the blood in his body had turned cold at that moment. He suppressed the trembling in his voice and asked, “What do you mean?”
The nurse took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and tried to keep a calm expression as she said, “The patient is currently experiencing excessive blood loss. Her blood type is rare, and our hospital doesn’t have any in reserve.”
Dealing with a severe case of hemorrhage was already challenging, not to mention Elisa having a rare blood type.
Hamish’s head buzzed. He knew how serious the situation was, and the only person who could provide Elisa with a blood type match was Lila.
He suddenly remembered something Elisa asked him more than a month ago when she had a hoarse voice in the hospital.
“Lila and Ihave the same blood type. If I ever experience excessive blood loss and am about to die, would you let her donate blood to me?”
He had never entertained such a hypothesis, let alone thought that one day he would ask Lila to risk her life to donate blood to Elisa.
The nurse didn’t know what Hamish was lost in thought about. She held the critical condition notice in her hand and pushed it towards him, urging him to sign quickly.
Hamish looked at the critical condition notice pressed against his chest, his heartbeat pounding like a drum. He didn’t have time to think about it further and took out his phone to call Lila.
“Lila, I need your blood now,”