Novel & Cerita Blood Donor And Receiver Chart

Soon, all these pain will come to an end after I ruin him and let them enjoy their marriage in hell. Inside, a nurse ran a quick scan and drew blood for testing. When the results came back, her expression shifted into something more careful, more measured. “Your iron levels are very low,” she said, studying the chart. “You’ll need a transfusion. But we’re short on your blood type right now. Do you have a general donor available? Someone we could call in?” I thought of Kael immediately. He was a general donor, his blood compatible with nearly anyone in the pack, a fact I’d known since the day I joined it. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.

" A dead silence fell over the hospital room. The doctor looked at Ms. Ritter, his gaze filled with undisguised fury. "Ms. Ritter, as a nurse, you should know that 400 milliliters is the absolute maximum for a single blood donation. That's the most basic rule. Yet, you drew 500 milliliters from someone with severe anemia. What exactly were you trying to do?" Ms. Ritter burst into frantic sobs and suddenly pointed at Dad.

She really did not want him to die! Even if she hated him, she still could not let go of him! The nurse rushed back in a hurry and told her, “He has type B blood. There isn’t enough blood in the blood bank. Do any of you have type B blood? He needs a blood donation!” “I… I don’t have type B blood,” Scarlet said instinctively. Sharon shook her head too. “I don’t either.” Riley’s expression darkened. “I have type B blood. Take my blood,” she said without a moment of hesitation.

Then Scot felt something sharp piercing his skin but it didn't even hurt him because his heart was already aching for her. "Oh, sorry sir. You can't give her blood. She has an AB negative blood type and yours is O positive." Scot's heart shook violently hearing the doctor. "what? How can it be? No way. Why can't she?" Scot asked the doctor but he immediately shook his head and looked at him.

the doctor's voice echoed, forcing my attention at the door. “ What is happening?” I asked while I stood at the door. The doctor stood at the door, sweaty and tense as he heaved. “ We require a donor, and we need it fast. A B- donor, we need the person right away.” I pushed Julian gently to my mother. “Take my blood, I will do it. I am B-” I said, almost exhaling out when they let out a sigh of relief. “ Come with us to get your blood tested. We have to be conscious, and we have to be fine also.”