The Ugly Lady Strikes Back novel Chapter 871

A male doctor was currently talking to Jeremy Quest. “The patient is suffering from congenital dyserythropoietic anemia, and he must undergo a blood transfusion now. Don’t worry. I’ll contact his blood donor.”

The doctor was wearing a white coat and a pair of refined, silver-rimmed glasses. His hair was neatly parted in three-sevenths, matching well with his delicate features. His presence imparted an air of elegance.

He looked very much like a hot actor walking out from the television.

Upon hearing that, Xyla Quest immediately quickened her pace as she walked up to the doctor. “I can give him my blood.”

The male doctor was startled. “You? Do you know what blood type he has?”

“Yes. I’m his wife. We share the same blood type,” Xyla said again.

“Come with me. You have to do a simple body check-up before we proceed with the blood transfusion,” the doctor explained.

As he spoke, Xyla stole a glance at the name tag on his chest. Stephen Harris, the Vice President of Municipal Hospital.

He looked at most thirty years old.

Xyla was astonished at how young the hospital’s vice president was.

“Let’s go.” Stephen extended his hand politely, showing her the direction.

Xyla nodded and quickly followed him to do her body check-up.

Various tests were waiting for her. Fortunately and gratefully, all of them went smoothly under Stephen’s guidance.

After completing the tests, Stephen took 200Cc of blood from Xyla’s body.

After the extraction, he hurriedly brought the bag of blood into the emergency room.

Xyla then returned to Jeremy and sat down next to him.

When Jeremy saw Xyla, he turned to her and started questioning her, “What’s going on? How could Stan have congenital dyserythropoietic anemia? It seems like you know everything. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Xyla, I’m worried about you. How long can Stan live? What if his condition worsens and he suddenly passes away? What are you going to do? Have you ever thought about the consequences?” Jeremy asked.

Xyla leaned on Jeremy’s shoulder and hugged his arms. “It won’t happen, Dad. Take it easy.”

Once again, Jeremy sighed helplessly. “I hope so. I hope Stan can live a long life and protect my daughter forever.”

His words touched Xyla. “He will.”

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About ten minutes later, Stephen walked out of the emergency room.

He slowly took off his mask and threw it into the trash can next to him.

“How is Stanley, Dr. Harris?” Xyla and Jeremy asked in unison.