It was the operating room where Julian Eames was.
The doctor came out, holding a consent form, very calmly stating the current situation: "Is the patient's family here? The patient is experiencing major bleeding and is at risk of losing his life. He urgently needs a blood transfusion, but the blood bank doesn't have the required type. We'll need to transfer it from other hospitals..."
"What blood type is he?" Aiden Shaw interrupted him.
"Type AB blood."
May Sloane became anxious, "Isn't type AB blood able to accept any blood type?"
"The patient's current condition is quite special. While it is possible to transfuse small amounts of other blood types, his physical state doesn't allow for any risks. Transfusing other blood types could easily cause a hemolytic reaction, so it's essential to transfuse the same type of blood."
While he was speaking, Aiden Shaw had already removed his coat and rolled up his white sleeve, revealing his arm: "Use mine. I'm type AB blood."
