A nurse hurried over.
"None," replied the doctor, equally anxious. "The patient has a rare blood type—RH negative AB blood. We don't have it in our supplies. I have already sent someone over to the central hospital to ask for some, but they are still coordinating due to a shortage in supply."
"What do we do then?" asked the nurse, panicking. "The patient needs a blood transfusion, or else he might die. After losing that much blood, if he does not get the blood transfusion in time, there will be a high chance of sequelae due to the brain ischemia even if he manages to pull through."
The doctor was even more anxious, but what could they do? Not even one in ten thousand people is guaranteed to have that rare blood. To make matters worse, even the central blood station had run out of supplies.
Yan Huan was about to leave—whoever was in there had nothing to do with her—but something made her stop. For some reason, she couldn't make herself leave.
