Chapter 302: Match Probability
Just as Isabella Harrington was about to scream, the man pulled out a knife and lightly ran it between his fingers. "Slit your throat, it only takes a second. Don't believe me? Try to scream."
Isabella's voice got stuck in her throat. Her eyes widened with panic. "Who are you, really? I'm warning you, I am not just anyone. If you dare touch me, I assure you, you will pay a heavy price. Alex will not let you go!"
"Where is Alexander Mitchell?" the man looked around in confusion. "Why is it just you on the hospital bed, so angry you want to drag others to hell? But you seem quite self-aware, knowing exactly what kind of person you are, one that would end up in hell."
"You..." Isabella's heart nearly stopped beating in anger. "What on earth do you want?"
The man pocketed the knife. "Miss Harrington, no need to panic. I'm simply here to discuss a deal with you. Like I said, we're going to be friends, not enemies."
Isabella Harrington couldn't remember ever meeting such a person.
Moreover, from his words, he seemed to know Alexander Mitchell.
"What are you trying to say? What do you want?" she asked.
The man took a step closer, then turned and sat on the edge of the hospital bed.
Isabella startled, "Keep your distance from me."
"Why be scared? If I wanted to kill you, you would have been dead already."
Isabella clutched the blanket, "Just spit it out."
"Miss Harrington, I know you have a heart problem, but there are too many people waiting for a heart transplant. And even if a suitable heart is available, priority goes to those in immediate need. But it looks like you could hang on for another year or maybe more. By that time, if no heart has shown up, I wonder if you could still hold on."
"Alex will find a way to get me a heart. My name is near the top of the transplant list; he's already told me so. Stop trying to scare me!"
"Is that so?" The man chuckled. "Miss Harrington, you are quite optimistic. Let me tell you a fact. In our country, the number of people who have signed up for posthumous organ donation is pitifully small. Not to mention that these generous donations are contingent on the donors passing away from accidents and their organs still being viable. If these people die of old age in their eighties or nineties, their organs are useless even after they die. And even if some do pass away in accidents, the chances of a successful match are extremely low."
Isabella was getting more anxious as she listened but defiantly said, "Alex will increase the odds for me. He has the money to search globally!"
The man laughed heartily, "Miss Harrington, you are naive. There are more patients needing heart transplants than can be accommodated worldwide. Even if Alexander Mitchell does find you one abroad, the heart has a safe period of only eight hours after being removed from the donor, no matter how well preserved. After that, it's nearly useless."
"With the technology we have now, there surely has to be better preservation methods, something to extend that time." Isabella insisted angrily, "You think I don't understand these things?"
"If you did understand, you wouldn't foolishly think you can just wait for a heart and successfully undergo the surgery," the man said nonchalantly. "Do you know how low the odds are of receiving a suitable heart and having a successful operation?"
Isabella Harrington replied, "I know the odds are low, but those who can't wait are average people, I'm not average. I'm Mrs. Mitchell, the lady of SK Enterprises."
