Mad Cow Disease Blood Donation 소설 & 이야기

Kael was momentarily taken aback by her question, taking a while to regain composure. The woman in front of him looked dignified and graceful. Dr. Kael felt a bit awkward and cleared his throat. "He doesn't know yet, but I don't know how long I can keep it from him." Lyra fell silent for a moment before asking, "What would happen if I donated bone marrow?" Dr. Kael replied seriously, "During your pregnancy, you cannot undergo high-intensity blood collection and bone marrow extraction procedures. If you forcibly donate, both you and the child... could die."

“It would if a witch could harness enough power, but I’ve never heard of or witnessed that kind of power in all my years of practising witchcraft.” “Could there be another possibility?” asked Machiavelli. Doctor Alonso exhaled, “Possibly – a scientific approach could be potential, if this person’s blood was already diseased or a type of rarity that diminished a connection to the werewolf spirit. Someone could utilise the elements of their blood and turn it into a vaccine of sorts, which would then counteract the powers of a werewolf. The blood type being O- would also make it easier to spread it through injection without creating complications, and without a trace of anything attacking the s

"The boy is now useless to him. He's disposable." A smug slowly crept into the corner of her lips as Madam Rider said, "So what are you waiting for then?" His chuckle echoed in her ear, and then he added, "He's severely sick. I heard the doctor drained him to the point that he was throwing up his gut and could barely walk. The funny thing is that one of the critical side effects of bone marrow donation is death-" "No! I don't want my husband's name tied to his death! Stick to the original plan! Do you understand?!" Madam Rider lashed out, a sense of fear growing inside her as she thought about her husband's heartlessness.

Dimore has his eyes on the doctor. "Well, it's great to see you both are eager to donate, but we have to carry out some tests to make sure that you both won't lose your life in the process of saving hers. " The doctor rubs the nape of his neck. " Like Anemia, heart conditions, hepatitis...." "Wait, anemia?" Dimore stops the doctor. " I...I have that. " " That means you can't donate, sir. I'm sorry. " The doctor sadly says. " It has to be you... Mister Jackson?"

“So, there are no banks, and you’re obviously not at liberty to just walk in and out of our territory—” “I’m not?” I gasp, and instantly feel guilty when he takes a step back and fingers his collar. “Sorry. Another joke.” I wish I could smile reassuringly at him. Without looking like I’m about to butcher everything that he holds dear, that is. “Do you, um, have . . . preferences?” “Preferences?” “Like . . . AB, or O negative, or . . .” “Ah.” I shake my head. Common misconception, but cold blood is nearly flavorless, and the only things that would influence its taste would disqualify people from donating in the first place. Illnesses, mostly.

the nurse came running back, panting. John Mckay’s weary head shot up and fear pulled at his heartstrings, “What is it? Have you gotten the blood bag?” The nurse was exasperated, “No sir, we’ve run out of her blood type. She’s got a very rare blood type. I came to ask if you have any relatives or friends who might be - ” John Mckay’s face lit up, “It’s not that rare, I’m A positive, both my late wife and I are A positive. I can donate my blood to –“

“Maybe I should give another unit of blood then, just in case.” “No. There were over a dozen human donors, most of them were her blood type. You don’t need to put yourself at risk of passing out because you gave too much. Besides, I doubt the doctors here would allow it, unless you commanded them. Even then, I’d bet money they’d out you to Alpha Madison and she’d show up to stop you before they could even hook up the donation bag.” I have to smile at Rocco’s statement. He’s probably right. Maddie would show up and keep me from putting myself at risk. I smile at the thought of her protecting me like that.

"Other than what she's receiving currently, we don't have any left to give her." Cain felt the tension in his crossed arms give way and they fell to his side. It occurred to him then that he had probably drank seven or eight quarts in the past few hours. "Get someone to donate," Cain argued. "It's not that simple," Dr. Zosak said. "Her blood tests haven't all been completed yet. I can't just give her a Lycanthrope's blood. I don't know whether her body would reject or accept its potency."

concluded Nial. Charmine frowned. He needed 400 milliliters in one go. Those with this rare blood type would not give out such a large amount of blood in one go. She wondered if those coming to Burlington were willing to donate blood… The wait lasted until night, and Anthony returned with unsavory news. There were 16 of them arriving in Burlington today… Half of them would not donate their blood no matter what. Those who were willing either caught a cold or had some chronic disease. In the end, only two volunteers met the requirements.