His Eagle Eyes on Me novel Chapter 722

At the hospital, the result had come out that Elliot's blood was not a match for Robert.

Thanks to his connections, the search for RH negative blood types expanded to all the major hospitals, who then released requests to the public for RH negative blood donors.

When Mike rushed to the hospital and saw Elliot, he asked, "What happened? What’s wrong with Robert? Why does he suddenly need a blood transfusion?”

The doctor, who was standing on the side, replied to his question, "It's typical for premature babies to have a series of complications from the premature birth..." "So, this is all because of the premature

birth!" Mike gritted his teeth. "Avery wouldn't have had to give birth prematurely if it weren’t for Chelsea Tierney! D*mn her!"

The doctor did not understand what he was cursing about, but continued to explain things from a professional point of view," Robert's symptoms aren't quite the same as other premature babies. There's a possibility that he might still have this disease even if he was born at full term."

"Bullsh*t! Avery goes to her prenatal checkups on time every month, and there was never anything wrong with her test results. Robert wouldn't be sick if it weren't for the premature birth!" Mike roared furiously.

The doctor stepped back closer toward Elliot and said, "Sir, please. Prenatal checkups won't necessarily detect rare diseases." "Oh... Robert has a rare disease?" "That's right. We're not sure what caused it, but Miss Tate is investigating it right now," answered the doctor. "Those with rare blood types typically develop rare diseases more easily. There are very few people in the medical field that understand these rare blood types."

"What a Peking mess! Layla and Hayden are completely fine. How could Robert be sick?"

"Are you saying that Miss Tate has other children?"

Mike placed his hands on his waist and said, "Avery has two more kids who are very healthy. Would they be able to help Robert with the blood transfusion?"

"How old are the children?" asked the doctor.

"They're six." "I'm afraid that won't work. Even if the children’s blood types were a match for Robert, they still would not be able to help him. They're far too young, so their bodies would not be able to h

"Then, what do we do?" Mike asked dejectedly. "How's Robert doing now?"