Scarlett took the gauze from the medical rack and pressed it on Chap's abdomen. She choked and asked again, "Doctor, he needs to stop bleeding. Can you sew up his wound?"
The old doctor walked to the bedside and moved away from the medical rack. He looked at the blood-stained shirt and said in a cold voice, "You did a good job, but it's useless for him."
Looking at the blood gushing out from Chap's wound, she still tried to calm down with a pale face. "The dagger is not hooked back, there is no poison, and the wound is not deep. Why is he bleeding profusely all the time? Can you sew it up? Now he needs to be sewed up."
"Did you call the ambulance?"
After making sure that she had called an ambulance, the old doctor made a phone call. "I have an Rh-negative hemophiliac who needs blood tr
