After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 895

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?"

"For me, 200CC of blood may just be icing on the cake, but for a patient, it could be a lifesaver," Sylvia said coldly. "Draw it!"

The young nurse gritted her teeth and began drawing blood from Sylvia's arm.

After 200CC had been drawn, Sylvia immediately went into surgery.

Time passed slowly.

More and more people gathered outside the operating room – not just members of the Hipps family, but also other doctors and nurses from the hospital.

They were all waiting to find out if the surgery would be successful or not.

Given the patient's condition, only a 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 silence.

Sylvia was young and despite her reputation as 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 hasn't it ended yet?"

"It should be almost over now," another older doctor replied calmly. "Dr. Sylvia will surely succeed."

The implication being that something might have gone wrong during surgery...

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

"Is... is it over?" everyone thought at once.

From morning until two o'clock in afternoon – five whole hours – this difficult operation had taken place without interruption! Such high-difficulty surgeries usually took six or seven hours at least... so what did this mean?

The old doctor who'd asked earlier felt like he'd been slapped 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 quizzically. "Of course it was successful! If we hadn't succeeded, we wouldn't have brought him out here!"

The old doctor still wasn't sure; he pressed on anxiously. "Did everything go smoothly throughout?"

As soon as he asked that question nearly every person standing outside rushed forward eagerly wanting to know what happened inside operating room...

Lily smiled, "Of course it wasn't smooth. The patient lost too much blood in the middle and needed a transfusion. Dr. Sylvia even contributed 200CC herself!" She held up the empty blood bag in her hand, with only a few drops of blood stains left.

"You said... Miss Andrews also 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 blood!

Lily nodded, "Yes, this is Dr. Sylvia's used blood bag. Okay, I have to go throw it away."

These bags are disposable and considered medical waste.

Clare impulsively reached out his hand, "Let me help you throw it away. You've been working so hard in the operating room."

He was handsome and spoke softly with an alluring tone.