Chapter 141 Type A Blood

Rachel's fingertips were very cold, while Jack's palm was dry and warm.

He tightened his hands. She raised her head a little bit, and exhaled heavily. Then she held his hand.

He clenched her hand more tightly to console her.

Soon afterward, the door of the operating room opened. A nurse walked out in a hurry. Rachel leaned
forward and instinctively looked toward the door.

She knew that she couldn't see anything, but she still couldn't resist looking toward the ward. Jack
accompanied her quietly, and grasped her hand gently when she leaned over.

The nurse returned in a hurry with a packet of plasma in her hand.

The door of the operating room was closed again. Rachel leaned against the chair and looked down at
the floor. The two of them waited quietly.

About five or six minutes later, the operating room's door was opened again. The nurse who had gone
into the operating room just a moment ago came out in a hurry and glanced at them.

A muffled voice came through the mask, "Are you Eric Shen's family?"

Rachel was not in her usual calm mood. Hearing the nurse's words, she stood up from the chair at
once. Following her lead, Jack also stood up.

The nurse comforted, "Please don't be alarmed. The patient has lost too much blood. Our blood bank is
out of Type A blood at this time. The operation will be delayed."

Jack said in a low voice, "I'm with type A blood. How much blood you need? I will donate my blood."



The nurse looked him up and down and said, "The young man inside has lost a tremendous amount of
blood. I can't draw so much blood from you alone. Please come with me and we'll check."

"Okay." He patted Rachel's hand to comfort her and said in a low voice, "Wait for me here."

Rachel nodded and watched them leave. Then she looked back in the direction of the operating room.

She hadn't felt such a strong panic since her parents passed away.

Unfortunately, Eric had lost too much blood. After the nurse had brought a bag of the blood, it was still
not enough. Rachel wondered if the blood that Jack donated would be enough.

Rachel had clinical experience and knew that Eric's condition was serious.

She was almost out of her mind with worry.

After about ten minutes, Jack finally came back. He looked the same as usual, but the color of his lips
was a little lighter than before.

After he sat down, she asked in a low voice, "How much blood did they take from you?"

"Not so much, just the normal amount," replied Jack calmly.

After a while, the nurse brought the plasma and came to them. The door of the operating room was
opened and closed again.

Rachel moved her eyes away and thanked him with all of her heart.

Jack looked back at her calmly. He replied, "You're very welcome. It was the least I could do."

It was just a lucky coincidence that Jack had come with her to the hospital and that he was with type A
blood.



Rachel curved up her lips and turned her head slightly. Her eyes were wet with tears.

Eric was still unconscious when he was taken out of the operation room, and he had to be sent to the
observation ward for a night.

Rachel saw his hair was shaved and there was a cut on his head. She felt her nose aching, and tears
fell from her eyes.

It was not until the police came that Rachel heard the whole story.

Eric and his friends were taking a bus to go somewhere for fun. Halfway to their destination, the bus
driver had a problem with the bus and stopped for a repair. The driver and the mechanic then had a
disagreement about the price of the repair, and the disagreement became violent.

Most of the people ran away at that time, except for Eric and a few others. Seeing that the driver was
outnumbered, they tried to help him. The result was that they were cut by the mechanic's accomplices.

When he was sent to the hospital, he was covered in blood. Because of the terrible pain, he was
unable to speak. When the nurse saw him covered with blood, she didn't know where he got injured.

She kept asking him where his phone was.

Eric answered that he didn't know. Then the nurse spoke into his ear and asked him where his family
was. Eric wasn't sure if he had the courage to open his eyes again.

He took his blood-stained cellphone out of his pocket and dialed a number. As soon as the phone was
connected, he howled into the phone, which scared all the people around. At that moment he thought
he was going to die.

Rachel listened in silence to the police. At the end of their account, they told her that the driver and
another man died when they were sent to the hospital.



They were so badly injured that they couldn't be rescued. As for the other two men, one of them was
Eric. Eric would be okay, but the other one was in an even more serious condition than Eric was.

They said to Rachel, "Mr. Shen is a hero." Unfortunately, he failed to save the driver, but his actions
were heroic.

A hero.

What a crazy hero!

With her eyes red, she turned her back away. Jack looked at her and saw her looking lonely and
stubborn in her sadness, with her back straight and her chin slightly raised, while she stood aside and
made no expression.

The glass of the window in front of her reflected her fragility. Jack walked up to her and stood in front of
her. Rachel looked away because she didn't want him to see her emotion.

Jack raised his hand and gently pressed her to his shoulder.

Rachel didn't resist, and placed her forehead against his chest. After a while, he could feel the wetness
of the cloth on his chest.

He heard her low voice. "He wanted to be a hero, that little fool."

The voice was not very low, and the two policemen standing nearby also heard it. They looked at each
other with their faces full of embarrassment.

He knew it wasn't the best time to have a private conversation, but he couldn't help smiling. He lowered
his head to kiss her hair. "You're right."



The next day at noon, Eric woke up and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while. Then he heard a
familiar voice say to him, "Are you awake?"

It was so hard for him to turn his head in the direction of the voice. In front of him was the handsome
face of a man. Eric stared at him, and asked, "Am I dead?"

Jack's face darkened. He didn't even bother to roll his eyes. Holding the bottle, he turned around and
said seriously, "Close your eyes."

Eric looked at Jack in a daze and didn't know what he would do next. It was so hard for him to bear the
pain that the expression on his face was distorted.

So he just endured the pain and didn't dare to move.

He muttered, "Am I okay?"

Tired of his questions, Jack repeated firmly, "Close your eyes."

Eric didn't dare to resist. He closed his eyes obediently. After a while, his scalp felt a little cold. The
fragrance of the medicine was in his nose, and he moved his nose in response to it.

Realizing that Jack was applying medicine to his wound, he felt a quiet relief. He wanted to laugh for
not being dead!

On second thought, he wondered if something was wrong. If his eyes didn't deceive him, was the man
in front of him Jack?

Was Jack applying medicine to him?

This had to be a dream!



How could it be possible? Jack would never condescend to treat him with medicine. Unless he was
already dead!

Eric suddenly opened his eyes, and this time Rachel's face appeared to his sight.

He gazed at her and pouted his lips. Then he almost burst into tears. He said in an aggrieved voice,
"Rachel."

Her face was dark and she kept silent. Eric didn't know how to respond to her expression, so he kept
silent, and tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't move. He could only lie on the bed and look at her,
desperately and pathetically.

He was a survivor of a disaster. He almost cried.

"Rachel!" Rachel had to respond him, but only with a low murmur.

Eric felt wronged by her quietness. He said, "It's so scary. I dreamed of Jack."

The feeling on his head went away suddenly. The handsome face he had seen a moment ago
appeared in front of him again. He looked at himself expressionlessly, and asked, "You were not
dreaming."

Eric was startled.

Soon, he was acting like a spoiled child in front of Rachel.

Rachel needed to feed him his food. She talked to him and held his hands. He asked for a mirror to
check if his face was disfigured.

Jack stood aside with a poker face. He was tempted to knock him out. But the doctor said he was very
weak and that his condition was serious.



But it seemed to Jack that Eric was very strong and lively, not a weak person. 'The doctor is talking
nonsense!' thought Jack.

When Eric called for Rachel again, Jack walked over and slammed the door.

They had spent some money to give Eric a private room in this hospital.

After the door was closed, there were only two people in the room, Jack and Eric.

Eric stared at him for a while, and they looked at each other for a moment awkwardly. Finally, Eric
couldn't stand Jack's cold glare. Feeling defeated, Eric turned his head awkwardly and asked weakly,
"Where is Rachel?"

Jack walked to the bedside, crossed his arms on his chest and looked down at Eric. He said coldly,
"She went to downstairs to get your medicine."

"Okay."

They kept quiet for a while.

"Why are you here?" Eric asked.

"How are you feeling now?" Jack asked in reply.

Eric's expression was very uncomfortable and awkward. He felt something was wrong all over, so he
looked away from him.

He noticed that the way Jack looked at him was not the same as before. Jack seemed genuinely
concerned about him.

Dumbfounded by that change, Eric replied softly, "I'm fine. I just feel numb and painful."



"Brace yourself. The anesthetic still has some effect. It will be more painful later."

When he heard those words, Eric's face darkened with irritation. 'What kind of a man is he?

Even if what he said is right,

how could he be so frank? Doesn't he have any idea how to comfort a patient?'

But Jack didn't know what Eric was thinking. Seeing that Eric had turned his head to the side, Jack
continued, "It's okay. You don't have many wounds. I'm sure you'll feel better later."


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