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Chapter 56 Use My Blood

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up!" Seeing his subordinates not taking action yet, the middle- aged man became a little anxious. He roared at those people, but then he heard the sound of countless cars driving quickly. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

He frowned and was about to turn around to check when a gun pointed at his temple.

"If you want to be alive, raise your hands." A cold voice came to his ears. The middle-aged man did not dare to neglect it. He quickly raised his hands obediently.

And all his subordinates were with guns against their heads. Judging from their clothes, there was no difference from the group he led. But before they could react, these people had held the guns against their heads. If they hadn't received the special training, they wouldn't have been so fast.

Scott looked up and happened to meet the eyes of the man behind the middle-aged man. His pupils dilated in an instant, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

In the emergency room of the hospital.

In a lonely and quiet corridor of the hospital, Scott sat on a blue bench anxiously.

"Walter, tell me. Tell me she'll be fine. I want you to tell me." Anyone could tell that he was trying to hide his fear. Others could tell it from his tone of speech.

Walter, who was standing beside Scott, patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. She will be fine."

Not only did Scott not feel relieved, but he was even more worried. He bit his lips as if he was trying hard to hold back the pain in his heart.

Walter was sitting beside him. They had known each other for a long time, but it was the first time for him to see Scott so nervous, especially for a woman.

Two hours later, the doctor came out. When Scott came to him, he grabbed the doctor's shoulder and asked eagerly, "Doctor, how is she?"

The doctor removed his mask and frowned, "The bullets have been removed successfully. But the patient has lost too much blood. The blood bank of our hospital doesn't provide enough blood."

"Doctor, use my blood!" Scott blurted out without a second thought. He firmly grabbed the doctor's shoulder and didn't want to let him go.

Walter, standing beside him, could not bear to see him getting hurt either. "Don't worry, Scott. I believe the doctor can cure her."

The doctor was used to such things. He knew that Scott was in a bad mood at the moment, so he comforted him, "The patient's blood type is O, which can merge with any blood. Go to draw your blood. Let's take the patient to the ward first. "

"Okay!"

"Sir, we need to extract six hundred milliliters of your blood, which may lead to your temporary coma." With the arrangement of a nurse, Scott was lying on the white hospital bed.

"Draw it as much as you want." Scott was firm. He watched the nurse stabbing the needle into his body, and his heart didn't calm down until he saw the red blood flowing out.

He could do anything for her sake.

Walter stood by watching him and was confused, "What happened to you these days?"