After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 895

Queena's face turned pale as she held her son Clare's hand. "Could it be that your uncle is in danger...?"

Clare quickly reassured Queena, "Mom, don't worry, he'll be fine."

On the other hand, Jasmine smiled calmly. "Giancarlo and I have long been indifferent to life and death. If he really leaves this world... our only regret would be..." "Jasmine, that won't happen!" Old Mr. Hipps interrupted his sister. "Giancarlo will be fine... Dr. Sylvia is very skilled in medicine and surgery."

There was silence for a moment.

After a while, Jasmine said, "Giancarlo and I have the same blood type. If necessary, I can donate blood."

"Auntie, you're too old now. Let me go instead," Clare suddenly remembered. "I'll try."

"Your blood type may not match ours," Jasmine tried to stop him.

"How do we know if we don't try?" Clare's handsome face showed determination as he walked quickly towards the nurse station to express his desire to donate blood.

Just then, the young nurse rushed over with the last two bags of blood from the hospital's supply room while telling her colleague at the station. "Please notify other hospitals immediately if they can transfer some more blood over here; this is all we have left in our supply room."

The duty nurse on duty looked up abruptly. "Is it because of that emergency patient from last night's car accident who used up all of our stock of his own particular type?"

"The situation is urgent; let's check if my blood matches first!" Clare had heard their conversation clearly.

He extended his arm. "Take mine!"

The young nurse did not hesitate any longer but drew some of Clare's blood for testing which took only a few minutes before she told him. "Sir, your blood happens to match perfectly with that patient's; you can donate your own now."

Clare was overjoyed when he heard this news and immediately followed the nurse to where they were drawing out his own fresh red liquid life force.

Meanwhile inside Sylvia's operating room, sweat dripped down her forehead while behind her back another young nurse kept wiping it off with a cloth.

Freshly donated bags of matching red fluid arrived just in time.

They were immediately transfused into Giancarlo lying on bed.

But still not enough!

Sylvia frowned slightly. "My own Blood Type matches too! Take mine!"

"Dr. Sylvia, that won't work at all! You're still performing surgery right now- what happens if something goes wrong or you lose focus due to donating during such an urgent operation?"

be icing on the cake, but for a patient, it could

gritted her teeth and

200CC had been drawn, Sylvia

Time passed slowly.

room - not just members

were all waiting to find out if the surgery would be

Brainstem tumor surgeries had yet

reputation as an excellent surgeon, some couldn't help but wonder if she was too inexperienced or cavalier with patients' lives. One doctor couldn't contain himself any longer. "It's been hours - why hasn't it ended

now," another older doctor replied calmly.

implication being that something might

under the operating room door as it swung open with

it over?" everyone thought at

in afternoon - five whole hours - this difficult operation had taken place without interruption! Such high-difficulty surgeries usually took six

grabbed one of the nurses who'd just come out of operating room by her arm and asked urgently. "Lily! Was surgery successful?" Lily looked at him quizzically. "Of course it

pressed on anxiously. "Did

outside rushed forward eagerly wanting

and needed a transfusion. Dr. Sylvia even contributed 200CC herself!" She held up the empty blood bag in her

donated blood? Is this the bag she used?" Clare stared at the blood bag in the small nurse's hand, a terrible thought forming in his mind. He wanted to get that bag with Sylvia's remaining

used blood bag. Okay, I have to go throw

are disposable and considered medical

out his hand, "Let me help you throw it away. You've been working so hard in

spoke softly with an

much about it; she just wanted to

turned around and walked

didn't pay attention to whether Clare threw away

hallway was silent except for

regretted not going into surgery to see how

great! The

Jasmine while walking

a fake throwing motion before swiftly hiding that same bloody bag

he quietly observed around him but found no one noticed him doing anything suspicious so

if he had

surgery after resting for awhile. The

amazing! You did such an

we must apply

signaling them to be

face was a little pale, whether from exhaustion or from losing 200cc of blood. "Don't worry," she said. "After 24 hours of observation in the ICU, if there are no problems, he can be transferred to a general ward. The surgery was very successful. Fortunately, the tumor was

excitedly and walked towards Sylvia. "Thank you so much," she