Chapter 412

---- Chapter 412 At that moment, the doors to the ICU swung open. A doctor emerged, his expression grave. "Harry has lost too much blood," he urgently said. "Our blood bank has a critical shortage of type B blood, so we need to mobilize public blood donations immediately." It turned out that more than a dozen victims of a serious bus accident had been admitted the day before. The blood bank couldn't be replenished fast enough, and they urgently needed donations. Without a second thought, Ethan immediately stepped forward and said, "Harry's blood type is type B, right? Well, so am L.

My recent physical confirmed I'm in excellent health and fully eligible to donate. I'm ready to go right now. "You are?" Cecilia said, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Kane. It's a shame that I'm type 0, so I won't be of much help. Organizing a public donation now would take far too long, so if you're type B, then it would be nothing short of a miracle." But before the medical staff could respond, Donovan walked over to Ethan's side. He had been silently observing the entire scene. "Let's not forget. Direct family members cannot donate blood to one another," he reminded.

---- At those words, Ethan froze. His face stiffened as the reminder sank in. That's right, he had almost forgotten a basic medical rule. Close relatives and direct family members were unable to donate blood to one another. Beyond parents and children, this restriction also extended to grandparents on both sides. After a pause, Ethan's expression changed. "Forget it. I can't donate blood. You should find someone else," he said, waving his hand. "But why can't you?" Cecilia asked, her tone tinged with disappointment. Just then, the doctor directly asked, "Mr.

Kane, you're the patient's grandfather , right? If so, then you would definitely not meet the requirements . A transfusion between relatives can trigger a severe immune reaction." "He's not!" Cecilia quickly cut in, desperate for Harry's life. " Don't worry, Mr. Kane isn't related to my child's father by blood. Biologically, they're strangers." Then, she turned back to Ethan and pleaded, "Mr. Kane, why did you disagree all of a sudden? Harry is young and in danger from severe blood loss. We have no time to waste. You're the right match, so please, I'm begging you.

Help us!" "No," Ethan replied , his mind in turmoil and his emotions churning. Unable to articulate a proper explanation in the ---- moment, he could only insist, "Just find someone else. We can't take this risk..." Sensing the tension, Giselle quickly offered a suggestion. "Mr. Kane is older now, and donating might affect his health. Since it's peak hour in the hospital right now, why don't we have the staff use a loudspeaker to call for type B donors?" "It'll be too late by then," Cecilia replied, shaking her head.

As a mother, she was worried about Harry's safety and didn't want to wait any longer. "Even if someone agrees to donate, they'll have to be tested. If 'we wait any longer, Harry won't make it..." By then, Cecilia was already in tears. She turned to Ethan again and pleaded desperately, "Mr. Kane, please... Since you're eligible, please stop hesitating and help us!" But Ethan averted his gaze. His pained expression spoke volumes as he replied, "I said no, and that's final. Now, tell the doctors to find another donor immediately.

We can't afford to waste any more time." At that, Cecilia stared at Ethan in despair. She was about to plead again when it struck her. The contour of his profile and the shape of his features were exactly like Gideon's.