Chapter 145 Rare Blood Type
The moment when the door to the operating room opened, Isabella immediately stood up.
Hearing the nurse's words, she quickly rolled up her sleeve. "Take mine. I'm her sister."
The nurse looked at her. "Are you also a rare blood type?"
Isabella was stunned and shook her head blankly. "I'm type B blood. I remember my sister is also type B blood?"
The nurse shook her head and said, "No, the patient's blood type is an extremely rare and precious type. Our hospital's blood bank has always been very scarce of this blood. She is bleeding heavily now and must have a transfusion, or her life will be in danger."
Isabella staggered back two steps, completely bewildered at this moment.
She had never even heard of the rare blood type.
A flash of something crossed Seb's eyes, and just as he was about to speak, a cold voice sounded from the end of the corridor, "Take mine."
A few people walked over from behind, led by Richard, who was wearing a black robe. Under the cold hospital lights, his fierce-looking face seemed much softened.
Isabella remembered the person, because she had seen Richard at the No. 1 Casino last time. Although she didn't know exactly who he was, he should be some big shot at the casino. Richard looked fierce. Even when he looked at people calmly, his eyes always revealed a frightening intensity that left a deep impression on Isabella.
His appearance here was highly unreasonable.
"Are you a rare blood type?" the nurse asked.
"Yes." Richard didn't look at anyone and only asked, "Where do I donate blood?"
"Follow me." The nurse nodded and led him inside.
In the operating room, the air conditioning was on. Richard followed the medical staff's instructions, changed into sterile clothing in the dressing room, lay on a stretcher, and was pushed inside.
He looked up and saw the surgery being performed over there.
Nina was covered in green surgical drapes, exposing only her abdomen and face.
Doctors surrounded her abdomen, performing various debridement procedures. Nina's eyes were closed, she wore an oxygen mask, and her face was as pale as paper, like a dead person.
Even Richard, who was accustomed to seeing deaths and had crawled out from piles of dead bodies, felt his heart being fiercely gripped at this sight.
His stretcher was pushed parallel to Nina's, and the nurse drew the curtain between them, inserting a needle into Richard.
Crimson blood slowly extended through the tube, transfusing bit by bit into Nina's body.
The surgery lasted about three hours.
Richard stayed inside for over an hour. When he came out, his face was somewhat pale.
Michael and the others immediately approached, draping a coat over his shoulders, supporting him.
"Richard, are you okay?"
Richard brushed them off, saying, "It's just a blood donation. It's not going to kill me."
He stood still, his eyes first falling on Charlie's face, pausing for a few seconds.
Charlie was startled by Richard's gaze, feeling his hair stand on end, a chill running up from his feet.
He recognized Rechard!
Richard was the person who had washed his hands in his home's atrium garden last time!
Also, he was the one who had crashed into him and sent him into the community flower bed earlier!
Charlie hadn't paid attention before, but now he realized that the man before was Richard!
And now Richard was here, donating blood to Nina!
Charlie didn't think it was a coincidence.
Could it be that Nina and Richard really had some connection?
Thinking of this, Charlie felt extremely uncomfortable and said, "Sir, thank you for donating blood to my wife and saving her life. May I know your name?"
"Richard's name is not some trash like you deserves to know."
"Richard?" Charlie didn't pay attention at first, but now the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. Thinking carefully, he suddenly remembered, "You are the Richard of No. 1 Casino!"
As soon as he spoke, a fist came crashing down.
Charlie didn't have time to react and was hit on the nose. His entire nose felt sore and painful, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
"I told you that trash like you doesn't deserve to know Richard's name, and you still dared to say it out loud!" Michael shook his fist, almost spitting on Charlie's face.
"Charlie!" Deborah screamed and rushed forward to protect Charlie. "Charlie, are you okay?"
Michael's punch had made his nose bleed.
Deborah turned back and cursed at Michael, "You bastard, how dare you hit him?"
Deborah's curse made Michael extremely unhappy.
He flexed his wrist and threw another punch, aiming straight at Deborah's face.
Deborah was so frightened that she bent over and covered her face, screaming continuously.
"Help! He's hitting me!"
A nurse walked over. "This is a hospital. Please keep quiet!"
Deborah pointed at Michael. "He hit me!"
The nurse looked around.
Michael had already retracted his fist and stood quietly beside Richard, looking very well-behaved.
Meanwhile, Deborah was still exaggeratingly shouting.
The nurse frowned. "If you don't calm down, I'll have to ask you to leave."
Deborah immediately fell silent.
Michael looked at Charlie and Deborah with disdain and let out a cold sneer.
As for Richard, he stood quietly the whole time.
He didn't stop Michael from hitting anyone, his eyes always cold.
Isabella watched the whole scene and couldn't help but think that sometimes actions speak louder than words!
Seeing Charlie get beaten and Deborah being fooled, Isabella felt a sense of satisfaction.
She stepped forward and bowed to Richard. "Thank you."
Richard, who was very tall, looked down at her, his gaze surprisingly gentle. He said, "My last name is Mille."
Isabella was stunned and quickly said, "Mr. Mille, thank you for generously donating blood to my sister."
Richard nodded slightly. "It's the least I could do."
Isabella was bewildered.
Richard's words seemed out of place here.
After all, they didn't know each other.
Maybe Richard was very familiar with Nina.
Isabella was staring at Richard when she was suddenly pulled back.
As she fell into Seb's arms, Seb said, "I didn't expect that you also have a rare blood type. Truly remarkable, Mr. Mille."
Richard smiled slightly, "Sometimes rareness doesn't mean good."
Then he looked at Isabella. "When she wakes up, will you tell her?"
His words were vague, making it hard for Isabella to understand.
"Tell her what?"
Richard raised his arm with the needle mark. "I transfused blood to her."
Isabella was speechless.
Most people would say, "Don't tell her it was my blood."
But with Richard, it was different.
It seemed like he was afraid Nina wouldn't know it was his blood.
She nodded. "I will tell my sister the truth."
"That's good." Richard nodded. "I have something to do, so I'll leave now."
With that, Richard and his group left quickly.
Isabella watched Richard's disappearing figure and said, "He's quite interesting."
As she finished speaking, Seb's hand on her shoulder tightened abruptly.
