My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 253

I thought he said he would take care of his nephew? The nurse has asked three times, but it seems like he has suddenly gone deaf and mute! Hearing no response from Peter and the rest, Genevieve answered hoarsely, “None of us is type A. Please check the blood bank.”

“Whoever has type A blood, please get in there and donate your blood! Dr. Jensen is about to go mad with worry!” The nurse then ran along the corridor and shouted at her colleagues, “Please hurry up and check the blood bank! Find out how many bags of type A blood we have. The patient in operating room number eight needs it!”

“A victim of a car accident came in this afternoon, and he needed type A blood as well! We gave all the type A blood to that man, so we have none left,” someone answered.

“Hurry up and think of something! We don’t have time to waste!”

When Peter and the rest heard the conversation between the nurses, none of them even flinched. At the same time, Samantha had a mischievous look in her eyes, as if she was watching on in amusement.

Genevieve, on the other hand, felt cold to the bones. Brain hemorrhage is the worst form of internal bleeding! If he doesn’t get a blood supply soon, he’s doomed.

Glancing at Peter, she buried her nails deep inside her palms to stay calm. After that, she turned toward Steven and asked for his phone.

“Steven.” Genevieve enunciated every word clearly and firmly when she said, “Stay here. Don’t leave!”

In response, Steven nodded solemnly.

Genevieve took the phone and ran toward the emergency department.

There were doctors all day long in the emergency department, and there were always patients coming in and out.

When Genevieve arrived in the emergency department, she glanced at the people in the waiting area and shouted, “Is there anyone here who’s healthy and has type A blood? My husband is in the operating room, and his life is at risk! I’ll pay three hundred thousand for every three hundred milliliters! I’ll even pay before you donate!”

Three hundred thousand for every three hundred milliliters? A greedy light entered the eyes of everyone there.

A man in the waiting area stood up immediately and raised his hand. “Me! I’m type A!”

“So am I!”

Soon, another two people stood up.

Genevieve merely posed a few questions to see if they had any underlying health issues. Once they were cleared, she transferred the money on the spot.

She was so fast that when she brought those few people to the operating room, the nurse was still busy asking her colleagues to look for candidates.

The entire process took no more than two minutes.