Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 867 - 866: Blood Transfusion for Her (Part 1)

"Damn it, the patient’s condition is getting worse." The expert in sterile clothes wiped the fine sweat off his forehead.

"She’s lost too much blood, it’s dangerous. If we can’t get a suitable blood type for transfusion..." Never mind saving the baby, she might...

The entire ER was filled with a sense of impending death. They were on edge, knowing that if sothing happened to Eva Nightingale, it would be their end today, with that authority figure still outside.

...

"Crown Prince, don’t panic." Alexander Kingsley stood by, trying to advise.

Don’t panic.

How can he not panic?

Lucas Knight stood motionless, his head pounding. Tonight’s excessive stress made him feel like he was going insane, like before, sensing two people within his body.

Recently, everything seed fine. He hadn’t noticed anything and thought those past experiences were just illusions. But tonight, he vaguely felt...

Just as this thought ca to him, Alexander Kingsley’s voice sounded: "Crown Prince, go take a shower and change your clothes. You’re covered in blood."

Lucas Knight hadn’t responded yet.

Just then, the ER door swung open, and the attending specialist hurried out. He assud that everything was fine, started to speak, "Good..." Are things good? But before he could ask, the other interrupted him hastily.

"President, Miss Nightingale is still unconscious due to excessive bleeding. The hospital is out of RH-negative blood, type O. If this continues..."

Because of traffic, the plasma delivery was stuck halfway. They ant to ask him to be patient and wait, explaining that such blood types are extrely rare and difficult to find.

Before finishing, Lucas Knight strode toward the ER and kicked the door open with a bang. Those inside were stunned, "President... this is a ward, you can’t enter!!"

Ignoring them completely.

He simply looked at Eva Nightingale’s pale face for two seconds, then swiftly removed his upper pajamas, disregarding everyone around, throwing the clothes to the ground, and said, "Use mine."

The first ti he undressed in front of so many won.

But they all broke out in a cold sweat, not daring to look at him directly.

"President! You..."

"Mr. President, she’s panda blood, quite rare and special. We don’t know your blood type?"

"RH-negative blood, type O." He stated, "I’m healthy, regularly checked, my blood can be used."

"Mr. President..." They were dumbfounded, staring at the man’s strong extended arm, stunned for a mont. He’s the President; how could he humble himself to transfuse for a woman?!

The problem is, they didn’t dare to use it either...

"Use mine, quickly." He was losing patience.

"Yes, yes." The specialist dared not defy orders, envying Eva Nightingale beyond words. Having no choice, they had to draw his blood for testing, confirming compatibility.

"Drip."

"Drip."

Eva Nightingale lay quietly, her stomach no longer hurt. Though still unconscious, she vaguely sensed... a familiar male scent in the air.

Back then at the bar, those n had all been drinking, overly strong, tossing her next to the sofa. In truth, her stomach hit the glass tabletop, leaving her drenched in cold sweat.

Dazedly, she vaguely heard so exchange:

"Don’t tell her this is my blood."

"Mr. President, you..."

"That’s an order."

"Understood, Mr. President. By the way, you need to lie down imdiately."

"No need, I’ll wait for her to wake up."