Yanni was sent to Lockwood Hospital. She needed an AB-type blood transfusion urgently, but there had been a horrible accident that morning and supplies were running short.

It just so happened that both Mason and Zoe weren’t in the AB blood group. It would take an hour for them to transport the blood supply from another institution. Yanni could faint and pass into a coma at any given moment.

He made a snap decision and exclaimed, “Use the helicopter to transport the blood!”

“My blood type is a match!” Cecil declared as he walked right into the room.

Everyone held their breath. They knew Cecil and Mason were enemies. No one dared make a peep, much less agree to his offer.

After a brief moment, Mason barked, “Prepare to perform the blood transfusion!”

Cecil had always done a routine health checkup and he was fit enough for this process. They extracted seventeen ounces of blood from him and transfused it into Yanni without a moment’s delay.

The seventeen ounces of blood was like