FROM RAGS TO RICHES

Chapter 7

Upon arriving at the ER, Damian immediately tried to enter, but Roy and Matthew blocked his way.

“You’re not a doctor, so you’re not allowed in! Your presence will only interfere with the treatment process!”

“But Damian was the one who saved my father. I’m sure his presence will be very helpful,” Elisya defended him in between sobs.

“This is hospital protocol. I believe what happened yesterday was just a coincidence. Do you want to risk Mr. Darwin’s life because of your selfishness?” Matthew spoke with fake wisdom, making Elisya hesitate.

“Fine. But if you fail to save him, don’t blame me if you end up hated or fired.” Though Damian had only met them twice, he could already read their personalities—greedy for wealth, recognition, and position.

They weren’t doing this out of real care.

“You talk as if you’re a god. We are doctors, and you’re not! Let’s go, Dad!”

Roy and Matthew hurried into the ER.

Elisya paced back and forth, praying non-stop in front of the door. Tears soaked her flawless cheeks.

Seeing her cry, Damian felt deeply saddened and hurt. He realized Darwin wasn’t just a business partner to Elisya.

Moments later, a nurse rushed out with a panicked face.

“What’s going on?!” Elisya quickly asked.

“Mr. Darwin is out of blood. I was told to get a blood supply. Excuse me.”

Ten minutes later, the nurse returned looking even more panicked.

“What now?”

“There’s no available blood in stock. Mr. Darwin has a rare blood type. I’ve already contacted other hospitals, but they don’t have it either.”

Elisya burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, not caring about her ruined makeup.

“Oh God, please don’t take Uncle Darwin from me. I’ve already lost his son.” Her heart felt like it had stopped at the thought of Darwin dying.

With a serious face, Damian asked, “What is Mr. Darwin’s blood type?”

“Rh-null and can be called the Golden Blood groupA.”

“Coincidentally, that’s my blood type too. You can take as much as you need from me,” Damian offered.

Elisya and the nurse were shocked. “Damian, you...?”

“There’s no time to be surprised. Do it now,” Damian said firmly. Though he remained calm, panic surged in his chest.

The nurse nodded. “Come with me.” Damian followed her to another room for the transfusion. She asked him to lie on a stretcher as she inserted a needle connected to a tube and blood bag.

Damian’s brow furrowed slightly at the sting in his arm as his blood was drawn.

“What exactly is Mr. Darwin suffering from?” Damian’s gentle voice broke the silence. He couldn’t hold back his curiosity.

“He has severe kidney failure and needs dialysis twice a week. But he collapsed after refusing dialysis a few days ago.”

Elisya’s sobs echoed in Damian’s ears. Her hopeless expression tore at his heart.

‘They must be very close—like uncle and niece.’

Deep inside, Damian vowed to save Darwin, no matter what. He wouldn’t let Elisya, his savior, suffer again.

The nurse quietly observed Damian’s face growing pale. But her eyes were drawn to the crown-shaped birthmark on his exposed left arm.

***

Darwin regained consciousness six hours later. He immediately recognized the faces around him.

“My child,” he rasped, as if life was slipping from him. “Why are you here?”

“I came as soon as Hannah called me,” Elisya said, smiling in relief. Her eyes were swollen.

“Once again, she disobeyed my orders,” Darwin grumbled.

“No. I asked her to inform me if anything happened to you, Mr. Darwin,” Elisya replied kindly.

Elisya’s kindness made Darwin hate himself even more for his past foolishness. “I’m sorry, Elisya, for failing to protect Levon. I’ve caused you so much pain.”

“No. That’s not true. You don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault.”

Suddenly, Elisya noticed Damian was no longer by her side after donating blood.

“Where’s Damian?” she asked the same nurse.

“You mean the man with the crown-shaped birthmark on his left arm? He’s resting after the blood donation.”

“Crown?” Darwin’s head jerked up in surprise. “He donated blood?”

Darwin and Elisya exchanged shocked glances. Only they knew that Levon had a crown-shaped birthmark on his left arm. Moreover, only forty people have that blood type.

“Where is he now?” Darwin snapped, trying to sit up.

“He’s still in the blood donation room, Sir.”

“Take me to him. Now!” Darwin demanded. Though weak, he forced himself.

Elisya pushed his wheelchair toward where Damian was. Once inside, they found the young man lying weakly.

Damian sat up immediately upon seeing Elisya and Darwin enter. He gave a polite smile. “Hello, Mr. Darwin—” He froze mid-sentence as the older man suddenly hugged him tightly, crying uncontrollably.

“I never thought you were still alive, son! My instincts were right all along—you didn’t die! Forgive me for failing to protect you.”

Damian turned to Elisya, who was also crying with a touched expression, seeking an explanation.

“You are Levon, Damian. Mr. Darwin’s son who was kidn*pped by a mafia g**g at school a few years ago,” Elisya explained, unable to hold back her happiness. Her dark world was finally bright again.

Darwin pulled back and kissed Damian’s face lovingly. His blue eyes resembled his late wife’s.

Damian didn’t know if this was true or not. But deep in his heart, he felt overwhelming joy.

There was a familiar feeling that wrapped around Damian whenever he was near Darwin—as if they had once been close.

Could this be the emotions of the original owner of this body?