Nash drew in a deep breath. “Are you guys still at Royal Bay?”
“We’re at the ce where you saved the Warden!”
“I’ll be right there!”
Nash hung up the phone.
A loud crash sounded on the road.
Jasper had already hailed them a car.
The sides were dented, the windshield had shattered into pieces, and
smoke billowed from the engine.
Nash felt his eyes twitch slightly, but he decided he could not be
bothered. Thus, he opened the door so that he could get in.
Jasper sat in the front passenger seat.
They were in a BMW driven by a woman in her 20s.
Still in shock, she gazed at Jasper as he got into the front passenge
seat and asked shakily, “Y-You…”
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He could not recall the proper name for the Zell family’s third
mansion but remembered the road sign outside the building had the words ‘Zell Family 3rd Mansion’ on
it.
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high-ranking politician required it
some time ago.
Blood was still trickling from Melody’s mouth.
Her body was covered in blood.
The couch had been dyed red as well.
Everyone felt a pang in their hearts as they looked at her.
“Let me see!”
Nash forced the crowd apart as he approached the couch.
He felt his heart jolt when he saw the state Melody was in.
There was no time to ask detailed questions. He grabbed Melody’s hand to take her pulse.
Her pulse was extremely weak. There was not enough blood being. supplied to her heart, and she was
in a state of shock now.
“Mr. Calcraft… Ms. Stone’s blood type is the rare type-P blood, and it’s also type-P2, which makes it
the absolute rarest blood type. Only nine people in the world have this blood type.
“Capiton Hospital’s administrative officers have gotten in touch with
the World Medical Association, and they’re doing their best to have type-P blood sent over as soon as
possible. However, it’s estimated.
to take at least six hours!”
Mr. Dean gave a brief overview of Melody’s current condition.
In other words, he was telling Nash he had done his best.
It was up to him whether Melody could make it through the next six
hours.
Nash noticed blood oozing from the gauze on Melody’s body.
Upon activating his Third Eye, he noticed faint traces of true energy
emanating from Melody’s body.
“Are you insane?”
Nash’s eyebrows knitted themselves together.
Melody was using her true energy to stimte her blood cells.
She had wounds all across her body, and her blood vessels were injured as well. Brian must have used
some rare hemostatic to temporarily seal off the wounds on her blood vessels.
However, Melody was using her true energy to reopen her wounds. She was practicallymitting
suicide.
Nash rolled his sleeves up and said, “Mr. Dean, take my blood and give it to her. I have type-SL blood!”