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When we were on the verge of finding a solution for Leona, it appeared something always came up to hinder the progress of her healing. “It's about Mrs. McClean's test results,” Dr. Hans said. We all looked at him, a bit alarmed. Dr Hans continued gently. “Your tests confirm that you are still a perfect match for Leona. However, your blood work shows signs of a mild infection.” My mother blinked in surprise. “An infection?” “Yes,” he said. “It’s not serious for you, but it makes donating to Leona impossible at the moment.” “If a donor has any infection, even a mild one, it can be transferred to the recipient through the transplant,” Dr. Hans explained. “And in Leona’s current condition, her i

“These are official medical documents! Stop making baseless accusations! “It’s clearly documented here! Last year, after a car accident damaged your kidneys, Wilson donated one of his to you. That left him with just a single kidney!” Dad froze at these words. During last year’s car accident, he lost consciousness at the scene. His injuries were so severe that doctors said he would not survive without a kidney transplant. At first, finding a matching donor seemed impossible. It was not until their youngest son, Toby, volunteered at the last moment and donated one of his kidneys.

I laid my complaints to the doctor. "I understand your concern, Ms. Corneas donation has little to no risk on the recipient's end, but has a lot of risks on the donor's side. This is why donors are usually dead people who had volunteered to do that before their demise," His reply was everything I needed to make me smile inwardly.

dad asked in a weak voice. " No, Sir, we will need someone who doesn't take medicines as well as someone who is not from his family. The wound he has will only be healed when we put the blood of someone non relative to the patient," the doctor explained. " I can also volunteer to give my blood, I am his friend not family and I am from a different pack as well," Ronan said as he came forward and everyone looked at him like he had grown two horns, he noticed all the eyes on him which made him visibly uncomfortable. So, he hesitated slightly as he added, " Of course, I mean if it is not a problem for you guys," he said with uncertainty.

Without operating funds, hunters are forced to do other jobs to make money. After a long period of research, two weeks ago, a British doctor presented convincing evidence and arguments that there is a disease that makes patients look like vampires. This disease destroys their appearance and causes them much pain. He also urged everyone to join hands to help these poor patients instead of fearing and stigmatizing them. As a result, just a week later, the amount of blood donated to patients with vampire syndrome around the world far exceeded his expectations. Many people cried when they saw children suffering from this disease. The patients were taken out of the deep forest and given a better

Time to breathe, and to prepare whatever was going to happen to us. “Ahh, I think I saw him during the first event I went to with Edwin and Linda.” My thoughts snapped back to the present when Maddie spoke beside me. I turned to her, seeing the frown fading on her face as she nodded. “Anyway,” she suddenly changed the topic. “I had my blood tested in the infirmary just earlier.” “What for? Are you sick?” I asked, surveying her face for signs of illness. She shook her head. “No, but there was an advisory for any new pack members to donate blood for the doctors to investigate for the case of the new rogues.”

Mia’s breath hitched. “Twice?” she whispered. “Yes,” the doctor said quietly. “We don’t take risks with transfusions.” Ethan’s hands curled into fists. “Run it again.” “We already did.” “Then run it again,” Ethan said louder. “I’ll give more blood. I don’t care.” Joe spoke for the first time, voice tight. “Doctor… say it plainly.” The doctor looked at him. Then at Aria. Then back to Ethan. “There is no genetic compatibility sufficient for donation,” he said carefully. “Which means—”

Before Emma could say anything further, Nurse Angela stepped in. “Actually,” she said gently, “it might not be safe for you to donate right now, Mr. Lawson. You told me you just got back from Japan, and long-haul flights can cause minor dehydration and reduce blood volume. Your body might not be in the best condition to give blood today, especially in an emergency like this.” Emma, finding the perfect excuse, nodded quickly in agreement. “Exactly. It’s not safe for you. Let Christian handle it.” David looked at both women. He nodded slowly, but deep down, he wasn’t convinced. Something didn’t feel right. Emma had jumped too quickly on the nurse’s reason. He couldn’t shake the feeling that sh

“Promise me. Don’t tell anyone.” Zoe’s face went grim, and her eyes started to fill up. Then something seemed to click. “Blood disease? Six months ago, James got sick too. Some kind of blood disorder. He only made it because somebody donated bone marrow anonymously, and...” Her eyes went huge, like the pieces had just landed. “That was you, wasn’t it. You were the donor.” I gave her a small, bitter smile. When I found out James was sick, I drained every cent I had, got typed through the NMDP, registered as an anonymous donor, and flew across the country to the matched hospital to go through with the procedure.

Time was running out, and they needed a solution fast. Sia’s mind raced as she processed the doctor’s words. “What is his blood type?” she asked, her voice tight with worry. The doctor answered. “AB negative. We took his son’s blood sample last night in case we needed it, but unfortunately, it is not a match.” Leon said, “I’m AB negative.” The doctor responded . “You can’t donate blood after consuming alcohol.” Leon added. “Let me call someone. We usually keep blood stored for situations like this.”