A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

Lyana was also worried about William, so she asked:

– Doctor, can I enter the operating room with you and be your assistant?

Hearing Lyana’s words, the doctor looked troubled. Since ancient times, there had never been a case where a patient’s family entered the emergency room at will.

After thinking, Lyana pulled out her phone and took a photo ID. She handed it to the doctor and said sincerely:

– Can you make an exception?

The doctor took Lyana’s phone. When he saw the identity documents, his eyes couldn’t help but widen. Then he smiled at Lyana and said respectfully:Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

– It would be an honor for me to have the advice of Dr. Dubois for this operation.

Hearing this, Lyana knew that the doctor had agreed to let her in. She said gratefully:

– THANKS.

Standing to the side, Eddy instantly understood and heaved a sigh of relief. His gaze fell on Lyana’s face and he humbly pleaded:

– Miss Dubois, please.

Lyana looked at Eddy and gave a slight nod.

Although she had previously felt that Eddy always had a long face, she had to admit that he was a very loyal bodyguard.

Lyana followed the doctor into the disinfection room and put on a surgical gown. After disinfecting herself, she entered the operating room.

As soon as she entered the operating room, she smelled a thick smell of disinfectant and blood.

Lyana’s gaze fell on the operating table. She saw that William was already lying on it, his body hooked up to various instruments.

The anesthetist standing to the side was already ready. Now he just had to wait for the blood type report.

The ER door opened and a nurse rushed in with the blood type report. She hands it directly to the chief surgeon.

The head surgeon glanced at the report and frowned.

– Type A blood?

When the nurses standing around heard this, their expressions changed drastically.

Lyana felt the atmosphere was a little weird. She asked worriedly:

– Type A blood? Is there a problem ?

The chief surgeon replied:

– Miss Dubois, here is the problem. There was a pregnant woman who bled profusely during the day. She also has type A blood, but in the end there was only 1, 500 milliliters left. I’m afraid that’s not enough for this gentleman.

Lyana frowned, her eyelids fluttering wildly.

The doctor looked at William and sighed.

– He is losing no less than 30% of his blood now. In theory, we should prepare at least 3, 000 milliliters of blood.

The doctor pursed his lips and said:

– But it will take at least half an hour to transport him from the other hospitals now.

Lyana understood and interrupted the doctor without hesitation.

– I also have type A blood. Use mine! Also, I just had a physical exam a while ago. There is no problem.

As Lyana spoke, one of the nurses had already hooked up the blood bag and was helping William with the transfusion.

All that remained was to operate and remove the bullets.

The doctor looked at Lyana and frowned.

– Even if you donate your blood, you can only donate 400 millilitres. It won’t be enough.

Lyana smiled and said:

– This is a healthy blood donation limit. The situation is urgent now, and he could lose his life if he has ischeLyana. If I have ischeLyana, I’ll be unconscious for a while at most. It is nothing serious.

The doctor frowned and glanced at William, who was lying on the bed and gradually losing his vitality. After thinking for a while, he accepted Lyana’s suggestion.

– Let’s first do a cross-compatibility test between the blood of Dr. Dubois and that of Mr. Royer. If there is no problem, we will do a blood test.

– OK.

As she spoke, the nurse began drawing Lyana’s blood from her veins and crossing it with William’s.

Lyana glanced at the other nurse and said:

– Go out and tell Vincent Sanchez that there is not enough Group A blood. He needs to find someone from Group A and Group O.

Lyana knew Vincent would understand.

Hearing Lyana’s words, the nurse nodded and quickly left.

At this time, the anesthesiologist was also preparing to administer the anesthesia. The chief surgeon has also started putting on gloves and disinfecting himself.

– How-how is this possible?

exclaimed the nurse.

Lyana looked at the nurse in confusion. The chief surgeon had also approached.

– What happened ?

asked the chief surgeon.

The nurse’s expression changed slightly. Finally, his gaze landed on Lyana’s face.

– Dr. Dubois, she cannot give blood for Mr. Royer.

Lyana frowned slightly and asked, confused,

– How is it possible ? We have the same blood group. How can I not donate my blood?

– That’s how it is, Doctor Dubois. When your blood came into contact with that of Mr. Royer, hemolysis took place.

Lyana’s beautiful fox eyes couldn’t help but widen, her pupils dilating.

– How is it possible ? How can there be hemolysis?

The nurse didn’t expect Lyana to be so shocked. She hastened to say:

– Come take a look.

Lyana felt her mind go blank as she walked towards the nurse.

Blood cross-matching was a step that had to be performed before each blood transfusion. Simply put, red blood cells from two people were placed together for an agglutination test.

Clearly, even if they had the same blood group, there was still a possibility that they could experience coagulation and hemolysis.

In order to ensure the health of the person receiving the blood, we checked every time there was a blood transfusion.

How could this have happened?

Seeing Lyana standing there, dazed, the nurse cautiously called:

– Doctor Dubois?

It was only then that Lyana came to her senses. She did her best to calm down and said:

– Let me look.

The nurse nodded gently and moved away.