Chapter 305

Lilian was already in the emergency room; everyone else waited outside. Cynthia leaned against the hallway wall, feeling cold. Jonathan stood beside her. When she emerged, she was still wearing her bloodstained bridesmaid dress. Jonathan removed his jacket and draped it over Cynthia's shoulders.

Filip sat on a bench, staring blankly at his blood-covered hands, lost in thought.

The emergency room door opened, and a nurse emerged with a serious expression. "Where are Lilian's family members?"

Filip didn't react immediately. Only after the nurse repeated the question did he snap to attention, quickly standing. "I am. I'm her husband."

The nurse stated, "Her condition is critical. Although the gunshot didn't directly hit her heart, it injured other organs. Due to excessive blood loss, the baby has been deprived of oxygen. She must deliver immediately."

Everyone was shocked. Filip exclaimed, "How can she give birth in this situation?"

The nurse replied seriously, "There are risks. Given her condition, a natural birth is impossible; a cesarean section is required. However, performing surgeries simultaneously poses significant risk."

The nurse produced a critical condition notice. "Mr. Vites, we will do our best."

As Filip signed, his fingers trembled. His feelings were complicated. Though filled with hatred—resentment for her deception, drugging, and schemes—a lingering confusion remained. He had genuinely loved her. When he abandoned everything to go to Amiroca with her, he envisioned a future where they would grow old together, building a life for her and ensuring her happiness. After Lilian became pregnant, he dreamed daily of a happy family of three. Three years ago, he would never have imagined this day.

Even though he hated her deeply and sometimes wished she would disappear, seeing her near death, Filip felt scared. He didn't want Lilian to die. Not only because she carried his child, but because she was the only person who had ever called him the best and most outstanding man. Her past praise, admiration, and dependence had been a highlight of his life. Even though he later realized it was all a lie, the satisfaction and pride she'd given him were genuine. Only with Lilian did he feel truly needed. That had been his mental sustenance for years. If Lilian died, he would feel overwhelming loneliness.

Amidst his chaotic thoughts, a red light flashed above the emergency room door—an extremely dangerous signal. The same nurse rushed out again.

"The patient is experiencing severe blood loss, and we're running low on blood. She has AB negative blood, and we're coordinating with other hospitals, but it may not be enough."

She turned to Filip. "Generally, people with this blood type have mutual aid groups. Can you help find someone with the same blood type?"

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Because of the rarity of AB negative blood, individuals with this type often establish mutual aid groups. In emergencies, nearby members are expected to help voluntarily.

Cynthia stepped forward. "I have the same blood type. I can donate."

Cynthia and Lilian knew they had the same blood type, discovering it during a high school blood drive. The staff remarked on the amazing coincidence given the rarity. They said it was wonderful they were friends, adding that they could help each other in future emergencies.

Cynthia jokingly said, "We're not just friends; we're each other's emergency kits."

Lilian replied, "Maybe it's destiny, Cynthia. We're meant to be bonded."

Cynthia hadn't imagined this day would come.

As Cynthia was about to enter, Jonathan grabbed her arm. "I can quickly find someone with the same blood type. You don't need to donate."

Cynthia reassured him, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. It's an emergency."

Cynthia went inside. Jonathan began making phone calls. Soon, people with AB negative blood from Roncrity rushed to Peace Hospital.

Cynthia's blood was tested and confirmed to be a match. She was assigned a bed to donate. Next door, Lilian underwent surgery—simultaneously removing the bullet and performing a cesarean section. She was very weak.

General anesthesia posed a high risk, so doctors opted for local anesthesia. Lilian was fully conscious during the procedures. Even numbed, she felt intense pain. She heard the doctor say her amniotic fluid had ruptured, and the baby was severely oxygen-deprived, necessitating the cesarean section. Despite the pain and weakness, her primary concern was the baby.

"The baby how's my baby?" Lilian murmured faintly.

The doctors and nurses were frantically working to stop the bleeding and couldn't answer. Cynthia heard clearly while donating blood.

The nurse said, "Ms. Jones, please wait. We've contacted hospitals, and blood and volunteers are on their way. But please wait until the blood arrives."

Cynthia nodded, pressing the needle mark. "Take as much as you need; it's fine, as long as it saves her." Next door, Lilian seemed to hear Cynthia's voice. Her voice grew slightly louder. "Cynthia Cynthia"

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Cynthia noticed Lilian's heartbeat suddenly sped up, and her blood oxygen dropped quickly. She seemed excited. "Cynthia, you're here, right?"

The nurse walked over. "Ms. Jones, you can be with the patient. It might calm her." They were close friends; one was the bride, the other the maid of honor. Lillian kept calling for her.

Cynthia approached. Lilian's hand waved aimlessly. "Cynthia, are you there? Where are you?"

Cynthia took Lilian's hand. "Lilian, I'm here." The "SEND GIFT" seems out of place and should be removed.