At that moment, the doors to the ICU swung open. A doctor emerged, his expression grave.
"Harry has lost too much blood," he urgently said. "Our blood bank has a critical shortage of type B blood, so we need to mobilize public blood donations immediately."
It turned out that more than a dozen victims of a serious bus accident had been admitted the day before. The blood bank couldn't be replenished fast enough, and they urgently needed donations.
Without a second thought, Ethan immediately stepped forward and said, "Harry's blood type is type B, right? Well, so am I. My recent physical confirmed I'm in excellent health and fully eligible to donate. I'm ready to go right now.
"You are?" Cecilia said, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Kane. It's a shame that I'm type O, so I won't be of much help. Organizing a public donation now would take far too long, so if you're type B, then it would be nothing short of a miracle."
But before the medical staff could respond, Donovan walked over to Ethan's side. He had been silently observing the entire scene.
"Let's not forget. Direct family members cannot donate blood to one another," he reminded.
At those words, Ethan froze. His face stiffened as the reminder sank in.
That's right, he had almost forgotten a basic medical rule. Close relatives and direct family members were unable to donate blood to one another.
Beyond parents and children, this restriction also extended to grandparents on both sides.
After a pause, Ethan's expression changed. "Forget it. I can't donate blood. You should find someone else," he said, waving his hand.



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