Novel & Cerita How Much Blood In A Vial

Having his lie exposed, Sean’s face stiffened briefly, but he quickly regained his confidence. “I’m fine now, but that doesn’t mean I’ll always be fine! My condition comes and goes, so we need to be prepared. That’s why you must get the blood ready for me first!” He raised a finger casually and announced, “You shall draw 1000cc and put it in the blood bank as my personal reserve.” 1000cc? A healthy adult could safely donate up to 400cc at once. Taking 1000cc in a short period could kill someone. He didn’t want my blood as his reserve; he was trying to take my life.

Just final. I glanced back at the vial. The blood looked thicker now, darker, like it knew I was hesitating. My fingers twitched. It was just blood. Well, to me blood meant a lot.

He asked in a deep voice, “How much blood did Addy lose back then?” Kendry thought for a while before he answered, “About 3000ml. Her blood type was incredibly rare. We collected enough blood only after we found ten people with the same blood type. That was how she survived.” Duke contemplated for a while. The human body had between 3000ml to 4000ml of blood. If she had lost about 3000ml of blood, she would have certainly needed to replenish it many times. In other words, all of Addy’s blood had been replaced.

The needle punctured her vein, and her dark red blood slowly flowed into a bag. As the blood trickled out, Mable’s already pale face became even paler. She leaned against the chair with one hand on her abdomen, feeling dizzy. An average person typically donated 200 to 400ml of blood, so donating 300ml was generally safe. However, Mable’s current physical condition was not good, so donating 300ml was too risky. She could not afford to endanger her unborn child’s life. Thus, when the amount reached 200ml, she removed the needle.

"Needle in." The machine hummed. Dark red blood moved through tubes. Connor watched from the corner. His arms crossed so tight his knuckles were white. "Volume target is two-eighty millilitres," he said, reading from the chart. His voice was careful. Controlled. "For a recipient Nolan's size, the protocol calls for a minimum of two-forty." "Understood." Dr. Sammy didn't look up. "She weighs thirty-four pounds." Connor said it to the room. To no one. To whoever was listening. "Her total blood volume is somewhere around one-point-two litres. We are requesting nearly a quarter of it."

I ask tentatively. “Maybe a liter or two, more if your body can handle it. They do it twice a season, so you’ll have your blood taken about eight times a year. Your first one will probably be in a week.” He begins packing up his supplies and placing two vials of my blood into a small container. “Any other questions before I move on to the next one?” he asks gruffly.

“We’ve traced her blood donation to the infirmary. The healer—and this was on your instruction—extracted 2000 cc.” “An adult’s total blood volume is around 4000–5000 cc. We suspect foul play—possible murder.” Kane went pale. The color drained from his face. “You… you’re saying what?” “Impossible—absolutely impossible!” He forced a bitter laugh. “Madam donated blood to save Doris after her fall. They told me another 400 cc would suffice. How could it be 2000?” His eyes reddened, voice trembling.

My hands trembled slightly as I prepared the needle. “Just a little, Liam,” I murmured softly, steadying my voice though tears pricked my eyes. “Mama’s here. Just a little.” I pricked his skin carefully, drawing the blood into the thin glass vial. My movements were quick, practiced. But the moment I tilted the vial to the light, my entire body froze. The blood… it wasn’t the right color. It wasn’t bright red. It was darker. Almost black at the edges.

She could live on as normal. “But we used to extract blood three times per day. Now we need to extract sixty milliliters in one go, will Guy’s body be able to take it?” questioned Yvonne. With that, Charmine and Nial fell silent. Of course... How did they forget this issue? An adult could only donate as much as 400 milliliters of blood every four months! Guy was extracting 20 milliliters of blood each time, and it was like having a minor injury. The body could recover and have enough time to replenish more blood.

“Neither of you will be harmed or removed from the gym. We just need some blood. Make your donation, and we’ll leave you in peace.” Jules’ fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles blanching, but Rhett did not think the Van Helsing, or anyone else was on the right eye-level to notice. “Do you swear that is all?” Jules said, his voice wary. “Less than half a litre,” Sparrow replied. “The same as a normal blood donation.” “Do we get a cookie?” Cameron stepped around his father, making light of the situation, trying to take the tension out of the conversation, knowing that the Van Helsings would take what they wanted, one way or another.