The Blood Bank Guy Novels & Stories

None of the family member's blood groups matches with her after the test. "I will do something," he said and fished out his phone to dial a number. "My blood group is 'O' positive. I will donate the blood" a voice turned their attention towards itself. "Who are you?" Mayank asked suspiciously. "I will introduce myself later. Let me donate blood first. She is in need" she said and walked towards the doctors when Mayank halted her steps. "I asked,'' Who are you? Why are you intending to donate the blood to the stranger" He asked in his cold voice.

He suggested. It is a good gamble for them, a very good one because Carter left his assistant to handle his business by he hides from Noel, the demon king as they called him withing the organisation. "Sure. I will have him taken to the warehouse later." Gavy said. "Before I will actually forget again, remembered that you had suspended work at the blood bank so if work doesn't resume soon, the blood stored there will become rotten." Gaby reminded.

he said at length. "Okay," I was confused but I answered. What is in my blood? Why is my blood always on a topic? "Let's go," Adrian said. He went ahead of us so Shantelle and I followed him. “Wait a minute!” we were about to go out of the barrier when Mayor Cendric stopped us so we stopped. "Why, dad?" Shantelle asked him. "I just have something to say to Gabria," I frowned at his answer. "What is it?" I asked, curiously.

The man replied sounding hurt "I overheard the doctor saying she's O+ which happens to be my blood group. If it's okay with you, then I would donate my blood" Alhaji Bello suddenly felt shy, deep inside he was regretting his actions. "Ma shaa Allah, thank you so very much, sir." "Don't get worked up, I'm just helping a fellow brother in need, and I'll do so to whoever I see in a situation like this. Let's go doctor" it's obvious that the blood donator was still angry at the way Alhaji Bello had treated him. 12:09 am "Congratulations Sir, May she grow up to be a source of happiness to you and your family". Alhaji Bello congratulated the man who donated blood to his wife a few hours ago.

She touched my face gently, checking for fever. “You’re stronger than you should be, though. The doctor said it’s because of the transfusion.” “Transfusion?” “Blood. You needed blood, mija. A lot of it.” She glanced toward the hallway, then lowered her voice. “El jefe, he gave his blood. Dante. He’s O negative, same as you. He sat right there for an hour while they took a pint from him, and he never left your side until the doctor finished.” The words didn’t make sense at first. Then they did, and my stomach twisted violently.

I even pulled strings with my dad's old contacts to keep him in the hospital, saving his reputation. He did not have an ounce of gratitude. He teamed up with an intern and sent me to my doom. Hank was speechless, his face beet-red. I shoved past him and declared, "Two hundred milliliters, rare blood type, Rh-negative!" Before the staff could even react, there she was, Shirley. "Dr. Ferguson, I get that you're mad about Hank and I, but you don't need to donate blood to win his attention. That's not love, it's just pity," she said, rolling up her sleeve without a care in the world.

“ What ?……What kind of hospital is this that it doesn’t even have blood for the patients ?! Huh ! “ said Damian glaring at the doctor . “ Sir….Sir……Da….Damian ?! “ said the doctor with his voice shaking in fear . “ Stop stuttering and start talking . Why can’t you find the type of blood the kid needs ? “ said Damian angry . “ We…..We….do not have that kind of blood in our hospital . “ said the doctor . “ You don’t have that type of blood here ?! Why is this hospital still standing and working for ? You better cure the kid unless you don’t want me to destroy this shitty hospital and fire all of you from entering the medical field ever again in your life . “ said Damian extremely angry . “ B…

If she dies, he will feel guilty all his life. ******* "The patient lost too much blood and needed a blood transfusion." Doctor walk towards Kevin and Mara. "Please arrange it quickly. If there is no blood in the blood bank, you can draw my blood!" Kevin was eager to make up for it, so he quickly proposed. The doctor said, "No, the patient has type O blood. There is enough blood in the blood bank." "Blood type O?" Kevin was stunned. He and Mara looked at each other, and their faces changed.

“John, be civilized. Are you sure you’re at my hospital? Don’t speak ill of my baby!” Then, their eyes met. Ken hung up the phone in embarrassment and called the blood bank. After inquiring about the situation, he ordered the blood bank to always have sufficient blood supply of every type or he would fire the person in charge. Knowing that he was at fault, Ken cautiously looked into the room. “Is Liv in there? Who got into an accident?” “Harry.” “Harry? Who?” John gave him a blank look. “The bartender at the bar.” Ken pursed his lips, a little puzzled. “Rh-negative blood type is so rare. How could the bartender have it too?”

I ushered him to the nurse, who said we needed a blood. I'm glad Windle came and he was compatible with Dwight. Dwight's blood type is rare to find and it's immediate. I can't sit waiting for the result as well as Windle. I don't know the feeling if you donate blood. I heard the person will become weak maybe, but Windle is not a weak person. His troops were also standing and some sat further from us waiting for him. "Are you Alison?" The oldest guy asked. I shivered how deep and strong his voice was. I nodded.