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?"

200CC of blood may just be icing on the cake, but for a patient, it could be

and began drawing blood from

had been drawn, Sylvia

Time passed slowly.

- not just members of the Hipps family, but also other doctors

if the surgery would be successful or

world-class team of doctors could hope to succeed. Brainstem tumor surgeries had yet to be successfully performed in H Rovirsa; there had been several successful cases abroad. So everyone waited in

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

older doctor replied calmly. "Dr. Sylvia

being that something might

light flooded out from under the operating room door as it swung open with a creaking sound. Several nurses wheeled Giancarlo towards intensive

it over?"

- this difficult operation had taken place

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

wasn't sure; he pressed on anxiously. "Did everything go smoothly

he asked that question nearly every person standing outside rushed forward eagerly wanting to know what happened inside

much blood in the middle and needed a transfusion. Dr. Sylvia even contributed 200CC herself!" She held

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 drops of

nodded, "Yes, this is Dr. Sylvia's used blood bag. Okay,

are disposable

"Let me help you throw it away. You've been

handsome and spoke softly with

didn't think much about it; she

thank you." She turned around and

pay attention to whether Clare threw

except for needles dropping

they all regretted not going into surgery to see how Sylvia performed her operation! But everyone from

great! The surgery

is fine now." Clare smiled at Jasmine while walking towards the trash can direction,"I'll go throw it

and made a fake throwing motion before swiftly

around him but found no one noticed him doing anything suspicious so he went back towards

without noticing if he had thrown

wildly as he watched as Sylvia came out of surgery after resting for awhile. The

You did such an incredible

apply for observation

them off signaling them

of blood. "Don't worry," she said. "After 24 hours of

walked towards