Flirted Wrong, Married Right-Chapter 136: Blood Drawing
"Okay, Iโm on my way." ๐ณ๐๐ฒ๐๐จ๐๐ฏ๐๐๐ง๐๐น.๐ฐ๐ผ๐
James Grantโs gaze was deep, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Whatโs wrong?" Sensing something off in James Grantโs tone, Amber asked.
Upon hearing that Uncle Grantโs illness had relapsed, her face changed instantly, and she hurried to the hospital with James Grant.
Matthew Sullivan also rushed over upon receiving the news.
Outside the VIP ward at the hospital.
Security personnel in black uniforms had the entire floor tightly sealed, even the hospital staff had to be thoroughly questioned before entering or exiting, not daring to slack off even a bit.
There was a stifling atmosphere in the air.
"This is it." James Grant arrived at the designated floor according to the address Quentin Hale sent him.
As soon as the elevator opened, the eyes of the two security personnel shot over, filled with vigilance, "What are you three here for? Donโt just hang around if you have no business!"
Matthew Sullivan, never having been treated so rudely before, became a bit angry, "Weโre here to visit a patient, is there a problem?"
"I donโt care who you are, either show identification or have hospital staff take you in, otherwise stop wasting time here!"
"You!"
Beside them, Amber glanced at them with a peculiar expression.
Upon stepping out of the elevator and seeing the strict precautions, she assumed it was the Grant Familyโs arrangement to ensure Harrison Grantโs safety.
But...
How could the Grant Familyโs security not recognize James Grant and Matthew Sullivan?
Who arranged this?
Amber turned to look at James Grant, just about to ask, but she also noticed his furrowed brow.
"Iโve already called my fatherโs attending doctor, heโs on his way," James Grant gave a calming look to Matthew Sullivan in a calm tone.
Soon, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat approached them quickly.
"Sorry for the wait, all three of you. Chairman Grantโs condition is not looking good, we need to quickly discuss and determine a treatment plan with the family."
Dr. Li spoke hurriedly as he led Amber and the others past the security line.
The security personnel repeatedly confirmed their identities with Dr. Li before cautiously allowing them through, fearing any mishap.
"Chairman Grantโs collapse this time was due to a relapse of his previous condition. Weโve used conventional treatments to temporarily stabilize him, but this isnโt a long-term solution. The most urgent matter now is finding a matching blood source, otherwise, if anything unexpected happens, the chairman might not hold on for long."
Blood source?
James Grant and Matthew Sullivan both looked at Amber.
Blood relatives canโt donate blood, and matched with Harrison Grantโs blood type, the only one available now is her.
Amber understood the underlying meaning of the doctorโs words and agreed without hesitation, "Alright, take my blood then."
"Yes, time is of the essence, letโs head to the blood collection room now," Dr. Li adjusted his glasses, seemingly unsurprised at Amber also having a rare blood type.
James Grant accompanied her as well.
Using a swab to disinfect the skin, a slender needle was slowly inserted into Amberโs skin, and bright red blood flowed through the transparent tube, collecting into the bag.
With half a bag collected, the doctor still showed no sign of stopping.
As the time passed, Amberโs complexion grew paler.
But thinking of Harrison Grantโs precarious situation, she clenched her teeth.
Once one blood bag was full, she thought it was over.
But to her surprise, Dr. Li brought out a new blood bag to replace it.
James Grant frowned.
"Doctor, a normal adultโs blood draw shouldnโt exceed 400 milliliters at a time, or thereโs a risk of shock, youโve already taken 300 milliliters," he said coldly, stopping the process as he watched Amber, who was clearly uncomfortable but enduring it.







