Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
The doctor was at a loss for words. The twins were adorable, yet no one seemed inclined to hold them.
With a glance at Cornell’s unmoving figure, Erick sighed. “I’ll do it.”
After all, with Cornell standing guard, he felt reassured about Audrey’s well-being.
Even as Erick wheeled out the stroller, Cornell couldn’t bring himself to steal a glance at the babies. Until Audrey was safely by his side, his worries would persist.
Erick studied the babies with a mix of awe and concern. They bore a striking resemblance to Cornell, a fact that filled him with a pang of envy. Cornell was a lucky dog.
After gently putting down the children, Erick turned to Victor and Judd. “Keep a close watch on them.”
Then, turning to Stefan, Erick added, “Let’s tend to those wounds on your face, Stefan.”
Stefan hesitated. How could he leave? He was consumed by concerns for Audrey, and the last thing he wanted was to leave Audrey’s side.
But Erick reassured him, “Audrey wouldn’t want to see you like this. Cornell is here. She’s in good hands.”
Reluctantly glancing over at the cold Cornell, Stefan nodded and followed Erick to address the wounds on his face.
As they left the room, a sudden commotion erupted as several doctors rushed into the delivery room. Cornell’s heart raced with anxiety as he grabbed hold of one of the doctors. “What’s happening? Is Audrey okay?”
The doctor’s expression was grim. “She’s bleeding heavily, and her condition is critical.”
Cornell’s hand fell limply to his side as panic washed over him.
The doctor burst into the delivery room after the others.
Without hesitation, Erick and Stefan hurried over, their faces pale with shock.
“How could this happen?” Erick demanded.
No one had an answer.
Moments later, a female doctor emerged from the room “She’s losing blood rapidly. We need to transfuse her immediately!”
“Then do it! What are you waiting for?” Cornell’s tone was sharp, his eyes blazing with intensity. If the doctor wasn’t a woman, he would have beaten her up!
The doctor quivered slightly, intimidated by his fierce demeanor.
“The blood bags for type B blood in the hospital were compromised. We’ve reached out to nearby hospitals, but their supplies are also destroyed. Several hospitals are facing the same dilemma!”
There was a pin-drop silence. Everybody seemed even more confused.
“What do you mean, ‘compromised’?” Erick demanded, his patience wearing thin.
“We were informed just an hour ago that someone had tampered with the blood bags. They’ve been contaminated.”
“What? What are you talking about?” Erick’s mind raced.
Then he realized. It could only be the work of their unknown assailant, the one who desperately wanted to kill Audrey. Upon Learning of her labor, they sabotaged the city’s blood banks.
Frustrated, Erick pounded his fist against the wall, cursing his oversight.
Stefan took charge, issuing orders, “Alert all individuals with type B blood. We need donors, and we need them now!”
The doctor nodded, grateful for a plan of action, Audrey’s life hung in the balance, and they couldn’t afford to waste any time.
As she turned to leave, Cornell stopped her. “How long until the blood checks are completed after taken?”
The doctor stopped, puzzled as to why they needed to test the blood they had just taken. She explained, “It will take at least forty minutes, and if there are many people, it may take up to ninety minutes or longer.”
“In that case, forget it,” Cornell declared it firmly.
This reminder startled Erick and Stefan awake. The guy had been targeting Audrey might actually inject a virus into a medical worker.
In that case, untested blood should never be used. No one was willing to risk Audrey’s life!
The doctor was puzzled. “But even if we transported the blood bags by helicopter, it would take more than four hours. Moreover, tonight’s wind and snow are too severe for flying. It might not arrive until morning. The patient can’t wait that long.”
Erick was worried. His blood type didn’t match Audrey’s, and neither did Stefan’s.
Cornell said, “Use mine.”
The doctor asked, “Are your blood type B?”
Cornell replied, “I’m the Rhnull blood type.”
The doctor was surprised. It was a special golden blood type. Anyone could receive his blood, and it would match perfectly.
Erick’s eyebrows knit together. It made sense why Cornell’s blood type wasn’t in public records. If enemies knew about this rare blood type, it could cause problems. Casually revealing it could lead to lethal consequences.
“But…” The doctor hesitated. “The amount of blood you can donate alone is simply not enough for the patient’s needs. Given her current rate of bleeding, we would need the equivalent of five donors to ensure she has enough.”
Cornell grew impatient. He rolled up his sleeve, moved forward, and declared, “Then keep drawing until we have enough!”
The doctor faltered.
Erick felt anxious as well. Drawing the equivalent of five donations from one person didn’t seem safe. Wouldn’t that nearly drain Cornell?
“What are you waiting for?” Cornell disregarded their concerns, threatening the doctor, “If anything happens to her, I won’t let the surgeons off easy!”
The doctor jumped in fright, stuttering.
Erick proposed, “Let’s start with some blood now, and I’ll work out the rest.” He couldn’t stand the thought of Audrey’s suffering.
Upon entering, Cornell found Audrey on the delivery bed, her hair soaked with sweat. He sat beside her, grasped her hand, and directed the doctor, “Draw blood here.”
As the transfusion began, the doctor tried various methods to stop Audrey’s bleeding, but none were effective.
Cornell had given Audrey 802 ml of blood for the first time, but it didn’t help much.
The doctor guessed Audrey had lost more than 2500 ml of blood and was still losing.
For context, a typical adult had about 4000 ml of blood, and such a loss without timely replacement was typically fatal.
Cornell could tell on the doctor’s face that the initial 802 ml was ineffective. He commanded sternly, “Continue!”
The doctor paused, considering the gravely ill Audrey, who clearly needed more blood. She took another 1000 ml of blood from Cornell and transfused it to Audrey. At this point, Audrey’s heart rate finally improved slightly.
However, it was clear Audrey needed more blood.
Cornell, already severely depleted, was turning pale, and the doctor, after a quick check, realized his body was recovering from a serious illness and couldn’t endure further strain.
No matter how much more blood Audrey required, drawing additional blood from Cornell was no longer an option. If they continued, Cornell himself might be at risk of dying!
Outside, Erick relayed that safe Rhnull blood and type B blood were being arranged, but it would take at least two hours, and Audrey’s situation appeared too urgent to wait.
Cornell observed Audrey still unconscious, her heart rate unstable.
He insisted firmly, “Continue!”
The doctor hesitated and said, “I can’t, for the sake of your safety, sir.”
Cornell’s tone hardened. “I told you to continue!”
The doctor had never encountered such desperation, and Cornell’s bodyguards seemed ready for conflict. If something happened to Audrey, they might just wreck the hospital. With no other options, she reluctantly drew blood again, this time taking only 80 ml.
This 800 ml slightly raised Audrey’s heart rate again.
Everyone sighed in relief, but suddenly, the doctor at the operating table yelled, “The patient is bleeding again!”
The blood flowed rapidly, and Audrey’s recently stabilized heart rate plummeted. The situation was dire!
Cornell clenched his teeth. “Draw 1500 ml!”
The doctor hesitated. “Please, be sensible. You’ve already given 2600 ml of blood. Drawing another 1520 ml could leave you with dangerously little blood, and the Rhnull blood bags we have are contaminated as well. If we continue without careful thought, it could risk not only the patient’s health but yours, too.” She steadfastly refused to proceed, unwilling to risk Cornell’s life.
But Cornell grabbed a scalpel and held it to his wrist, challenging, “Will you do it, or should I?”
The doctor was speechless, having never seen a family member so desperate.
She was terrified and pleaded, “Sir, please put down the knife.”
“Are you going to draw blood or what?” Cornell insisted, his eyes blazing.
Under pressure, the doctor played it safe and drew 1200 ml of blood from Cornell.
After transfusing this 1200 ml into Audrey, her condition finally stabilized.
Relieved to hear from the doctor that Audrey was no longer in danger, Cornell, pale and exhausted, begged, “Please, you must save her.”