Reaching a deserted part of the corridor, he lit a cigarette with trembling hands.

He’d quit smoking but sometimes, in distress, he’d indulge.

Thin wisps of gray smoke curled up, blurring his vision with tears.

Instead of returning to the ward, he buried himself in his phone.

Breaking news flashed across screens.

At nine in the morning, chaos struck Duefron with a massive pileup.

Among the wreckage was an emergency center blood transfusion truck.

Reports flooded in, mentioning casualties, including Waylen, the ex-

CEO of Fowler Group.

Leonel’s face paled as he scrolled through updates.

“The ex-CEO’s in critical condition after the accident,” he muttered.

rare rh-negative

The bank’s running dry.

hanging on by a thread,” echoed more

dropped from Leonel’s

swiftly, he placed

“Dr. Nguyen, it’s Leonel.

Yes, get my blood

call,

blood collection room, Dr. Nguyen drew

have

But this time’s different.

Leonel knew.

depleted his reserves during

needed a

blood flowed into

“You’re

more and you’ll

Leonel’s smile was weak.

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