Patrick had someone tidy up the courtyard, while Xavier and Ella rushed to the medical room.
Freya was messed up bad.
The concealed weapon Steve had thrown, penetrated deeply, even damaging the major artery, resulting in uncontrolled bleeding.
But there wasn't enough type B blood in the medical room, so they had no option but to swiftly draw blood from Bradley for emergency treatment.
It wasn't clear how much blood was drawn in total, but eventually Bradley's complexion changed.
Xavier quickly ordered to stop, "We can't draw any more blood."
If they kept drawing the blood, Bradley would be at risk.
"Keep drawing until we had enough!"
The man firmly gripped Freya's hand, his dark eyes filled with compassion.
He was ready to give his blood if it meant saving her, no hesitation!
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