My Flirtacious Husband

I thought he said he would take care of his nephew? The nurse has asked three times, but it seems like he has suddenly gone deaf and mute! Hearing no response from Peter and the rest, Genevieve answered hoarsely, “None of us is type A. Please check the blood bank.”

“Whoever has type A blood, please get in there and donate your blood! Dr. Jensen is about to go mad with worry!” The nurse then ran along the corridor and shouted at her colleagues, “Please hurry up and check the blood bank! Find out how many bags of type A blood we have. The patient in operating room number eight needs it!”

“A victim of a car accident came in this afternoon, and he needed type A blood as well! We gave all the type A blood to that man, so we have none left,” someone answered.

“Hurry up and think of something! We don’t have time to waste!”

When Peter and the rest heard the conversation between the nurses, none of them even flinched. At the same time, Samantha had a mischievous look in her eyes, as if she was watching on in amusement.

Genevieve, on the other hand, felt cold to the bones. Brain hemorrhage is the worst form of internal bleeding! If he doesn’t get a blood supply soon, he’s doomed.

Glancing at Peter, she buried her nails deep inside her palms to stay calm. After that, she turned toward Steven and asked for his phone.

“Steven.” Genevieve enunciated every word clearly and firmly when she said, “Stay here. Don’t leave!”

In response, Steven nodded solemnly.

Genevieve took the phone and ran toward the emergency department.

all day long in the emergency department, and there were always patients coming

the people in the waiting area and shouted, “Is there anyone here who’s healthy and has type A blood? My husband is in the operating

three hundred milliliters? A greedy light

in the waiting area stood up immediately and raised his

“So am I!”

another two

a few questions to see if they had any underlying health issues. Once they

brought those few people to the operating room,

entire process took no

surprised by

Old Mrs. Faulkner, but he also did it for Marilyn. It’s all because you have a rare type of blood like Marilyn. Ha! You’re

Mando told me this before.” Genevieve smiled. “Well, I just need to donate blood, so why not? If I were to receive a call from a hospital saying that they need my blood, I would go over in a

your blood, though?” Samantha’s words were like daggers that stabbed into Genevieve’s

answered, “My fate with my sons and I ended there. However, both Mando and I are still young, so

Samantha was stumped.

will you? Since

she chuckled coldly. “You’re quite something, aren’t