In that case, untested blood should never be used. No one was willing to risk Raegan'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 Raegan's, and neither did Stefan's.

Mitchel said, "Use mine."

The doctor asked, "Are your blood type B?"

Mitchel 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 Mitchel'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."

Mitchel 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 Mitchel?

"What are you waiting for?" Mitchel 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 Raegan's suffering.

Upon entering, Mitchel found Raegan 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 Raegan's bleeding, but none were effective.

Mitchel had given Raegan 802 ml of blood for the first time, but it didn't help much.

The doctor guessed Raegan 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.