Chapter 141 Type A Blood

Rachel's fingertips were very cold, while Jack's palm was dry and warm.

He tightened his hands. She raised her head a little bit, and exhaled heavily. Then she held his hand.

He clenched her hand more tightly to console her.

Soon afterward, the door of the operating room opened. A nurse walked out in a hurry. Rachel leaned forward and instinctively looked toward the door.

She knew that she couldn't see anything, but she still couldn't resist looking toward the ward. Jack accompanied her quietly, and grasped her hand gently when she leaned over.

The nurse returned in a hurry with a packet of plasma in her hand.

The door of the operating room was closed again. Rachel leaned against the chair and looked down at the floor. The two of them waited quietly.

About five or six minutes later, the operating room's door was opened again. The nurse who had gone into the operating room just a moment ago came out in a hurry and glanced at them.

A muffled voice came through the mask, "Are you Eric Shen's family?"

Rachel was not in her usual calm mood. Hearing the nurse's words, she stood up from the chair at once. Following her lead, Jack also stood up.

The nurse comforted, "Please don't be alarmed. The patient has lost too much blood. Our blood bank is out of Type A blood at this time. The operation will be delayed."

Jack said in a low voice, "I'm with type A blood. How much blood you need? I will donate my blood."

The nurse looked him up and down and said, "The young man inside has lost a

achel again, Jack walked over and slammed the door.

They had spent some money to give Eric a private room in this hospital.

After the door was closed, there were only two people in the room, Jack and Eric.

Eric stared at him for a while, and they looked at each other for a moment awkwardly. Finally, Eric couldn't stand Jack's cold glare. Feeling defeated, Eric turned his head awkwardly and asked weakly, "Where is Rachel?"

Jack walked to the bedside, crossed his arms on his chest and looked down at Eric. He said coldly, "She went to downstairs to get your medicine."

"Okay."

They kept quiet for a while.

"Why are you here?" Eric asked.

"How are you feeling now?" Jack asked in reply.

Eric's expression was very uncomfortable and awkward. He felt something was wrong all over, so he looked away from him.

He noticed that the way Jack looked at him was not the same as before. Jack seemed genuinely concerned about him.

Dumbfounded by that change, Eric replied softly, "I'm fine. I just feel numb and painful."

"Brace yourself. The anesthetic still has some effect. It will be more painful later."

When he heard those words, Eric's face darkened with irritation. 'What kind of a man is he?

Even if what he said is right,

how could he be so frank? Doesn't he have any idea how to comfort a patient?'

But Jack didn't know what Eric was thinking. Seeing that Eric had turned his head to the side, Jack continued, "It's okay. You don't have many wounds. I'm sure you'll feel better later."