Wilson was still on the operating table.

From Clara’s angle, she could see that he was surrounded by doctors and nurses, and she could catch a glimpse of his side view.

Wilson had a pale complexion, his eyes were closed, and some of his hair had been shaved off.

Clara was afraid that he would never open his eyes ever again.

“He’ll be alright. Don’t worry, Clara.” Serenity gently patted Clara’s shoulder. “There are many experts here, and Wilson is as fit as a fiddle.”

Clara nodded and fixed her gaze on Wilson.

About ten minutes later, a voice was heard in the operating room.

“The patient has lost a lot of blood. He needs a blood transfusion, but he has a rare blood type. There’s no such blood type in the hospital's blood bank. We have to retrieve the blood from the city's blood bank.”

“Take my blood! I have the same blood type as him!” Clara exclaimed without hesitation.

“Clare, you’re pregnant now. No doctor will draw blood from you even if you’re willing to donate it