Mitchel 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 Raegan, who clearly needed more blood. She took another 1000 ml of blood from Mitchel and transfused it to Raegan. At this point, Raegan's heart rate finally improved slightly.

However, it was clear Raegan needed more blood.

Mitchel, 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 Raegan required, drawing additional blood from Mitchel was no longer an option. If they continued, Mitchel 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 Raegan's situation appeared too urgent to wait.

Mitchel observed Raegan 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."

Mitchel's tone hardened. "I told you to continue!"

The doctor had never encountered such desperation, and Mitchel's bodyguards seemed ready for conflict. If something happened to Raegan, 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 Raegan'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 Raegan's recently stabilized heart rate plummeted. The situation was dire!

Mitchel 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 Mitchel's life.

But Mitchel 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?" Mitchel insisted, his eyes blazing.