Chapter 957

Chapter 963:
“Type B,” Milton answered in a hurry. Candice had asked him about his blood type before, and they were surprised to discover they had the same blood type. As such, he remembered.
“Yes! Type B,” Greyson echoed. He was aware of her blood type because he once checked her examination record.
“We only have 200 milliliters of type B blood in our blood bank. One of our patients used up most of our supply during his rescue surgery tonight,” the nurse continued.
“200 milliliters is not enough!” cried Greyson angrily.
“This is such a big hospital. Isn’t it common sense to stock up more blood? Since your supply was used, shouldn’t you have topped it up immediately?” he continued scolding.
“I’m Type B. Please, draw however much you need. Hurry up!” Milton said as he rolled up his sleeves.
The nurse glanced at Greyson for his approval, and Greyson nodded.
Although he was not the hospital’s director, Greyson was the president of the entire medical industry. No one in the medical field dared to offend him, and his words were absolute.
The nurse approached Milton and said, “Please follow me. I’ll assist in drawing the blood.” Milton nodded.
Before leaving, he cast a worried glance at Candice, but she was just lying quietly. At least, her faint breaths indicated that she was alive. He felt his heart sinking.
Greyson didn’t pay attention to Milton. Instead, he busied himself with preparations for the operation. “Get ready to use ECMO. My two assistants and the head nurse will arrive shortly. I’ll head to the operating theater now,” he informed the other doctors hurriedly.
Milton had heard of ECMO. It was similar to an artificial heart, which could provide continuous airflow to maintain life. It meant that Candice was not out of danger.
Suddenly, Milton grabbed Greyson’s arm and cried desperately, “You must save her. No matter how difficult the operation is, you must save her. Don’t you dare fail.”
𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘁: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺
He then hesitated and said painfully, “As long as you can save her, I will let her go.”
Greyson brushed Milton off disdainfully and said, “Of course I will. I will do my best to save her. And let me remind you, she is mine.”
Candice was promptly wheeled into the operating room.
Greyson’s assistants and the head nurse were all set in their positions. The surgery was going to be quite long. Just as Greyson had predicted, they had to perform both the mitral valve replacement and the Bentall procedure together.
His anxiety shot up again. This wasn’t his usual area of expertise. At first, Candice’s heart condition hadn’t seemed that bad. It had gone unnoticed because it resembled PTSD symptoms. But tonight, with all the stress she had gone through, it had worsened.
And to make things worse, Candice’s bleeding was getting worse.
This was the first time Greyson’s hands were shaky as a surgeon. He had never been this worried before, no matter how tough the case was. Being confident was a must for doctors, but now, he was dealing with Candice. He wasn’t sure if he could do a good job.
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