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?"

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

young nurse gritted her teeth and began drawing blood from

been drawn, Sylvia

Time passed slowly.

just members of the Hipps family, but also other doctors

find out if the surgery would be successful or

tumor surgeries had yet to be successfully performed in H Rovirsa; there had

some couldn't help but wonder if she was too inexperienced or cavalier with patients' lives. One

another older doctor replied calmly. "Dr. Sylvia will

that something might have gone

it swung open with a creaking sound. Several

over?" everyone thought at

- this difficult operation had taken place without interruption! Such high-difficulty surgeries usually took six or seven

old doctor who'd asked earlier felt like he'd been slapped in face; he 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 was successful! If

pressed on anxiously. "Did everything

every person standing outside rushed forward eagerly wanting to know what happened inside operating

too much blood in the middle and needed a transfusion. Dr. Sylvia even contributed

the small nurse's hand, a terrible

"Yes, this is Dr. Sylvia's used blood bag. Okay, I have to go throw

are disposable and considered

"Let me help you throw it away. You've been working so hard in the

handsome and spoke softly with an

didn't think much about it;

She turned around and

didn't pay attention to whether Clare threw away the bag or not;

silent except for

to see how Sylvia performed her

great! The

yes yes! Uncle is fine now." Clare smiled at Jasmine while walking towards the

quickly walked over there and made a fake throwing motion before swiftly

he quietly observed around him but found no one noticed

happiness without noticing if he had thrown away

heart pounded wildly as he watched as Sylvia came out of surgery after resting

You did such

we must apply

signaling them to

She was still wearing her surgical gown, and her 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 benign. As long as it's benign, everything

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