Unexpected Love: The Chief Auctioneer's Decision-Chapter 211: A Difficult Choice—Save or Let Go?

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: A Difficult Choice—Save or Let Go?

Kyle asked anxiously, "Then go try other hospitals."

"We checked. This blood type is too rare. Other hospitals don’t have it either."

Instantly, silence enveloped the surroundings.

Isn’t this just sentencing Ivy Summers to death?

Damien Lancaster pressed his lips tightly, took out his phone, and quickly made a call, saying, "Broadcast the message citywide. Anyone with Rh blood type should come to the First Hospital immediately to donate blood. The Lancaster Family will offer Ten Million as a reward."

The doctor wiped some sweat off his brow, "Hurry."

Damien hung up the phone, feeling entirely unsure because even if someone with this Rh blood type sees the message and is willing to come, they might not make it in time if they aren’t in the same city.

No one knew how much longer Ivy Summers could hold on.

Damien asked, "Has the poison she ingested been identified? Can it be treated?"

The doctor shook his head, "This poison is something our hospital’s experts have never seen before. It’s very tricky."

A buzzing sound filled Damien’s ears, his chest swelling with fear, "So, there’s a high chance she can’t be saved?"

The doctor sighed helplessly, having to tell them the truth, "If you don’t find a blood donor soon, it won’t just be a possibility."

The doctor’s words nearly brought Damien to his knees.

Damien stood motionless, his eyes vacant.

"Regardless, you need to prepare for the worst and call her family over, just in case..."

The doctor didn’t finish his sentence and reentered the operating room.

Damien made a slight movement but almost collapsed.

Zachary Lancaster worriedly reached out to support him, "Brother!"

Tristan Sterling, with an intense gaze, stepped aside to make a call.

The doctor’s message was crystal clear.

The chances of saving her were slim.

No matter what, he had to inform the old master to come over.

Less than half an hour after making the call, Old Master Sterling almost jogged over, leaving his cane behind.

Seeing the despairing faces in front of the operating room, Old Master Sterling frowned deeply, "Where is Ivy?"

Tristan responded, "She’s not out yet."

Kyle stepped forward, seeing the old man come without his cane, immediately supported him, "Grandpa."

Old Master Sterling pushed Kyle away. At this moment, the hospital director who received the message arrived with a team of doctors.

Seeing Old Master Sterling and Damien Lancaster, the heads of two major families, the director quickened his pace, "Old Master Sterling, Mr. Lancaster..."

Old Master Sterling immediately stepped forward, seizing the director, "The person inside is my granddaughter. Save her. You must find a way to save her."

The director nodded repeatedly, "I’ll take the team in right away. Rest assured, I’ll do everything possible to rescue her."

As the director went inside, Old Master Sterling, anxious and sweating, exclaimed, "How could this happen? She was just picking up a child, how did it come to this? What were you all doing?"

Tristan lowered his head, "The one who harmed Ivy hasn’t been caught yet. There were too many people at the time; we were negligent."

The school gate is indeed a place that easily lowers one’s guard.

Old Master Sterling’s hands trembled.

His daughter was already gone.

Now, is he going to lose the granddaughter he just found?

Absolutely not.

Amidst the oppressive atmosphere, a voice rang out, "Are you looking for someone with the Rh blood type? I am."

All eyes turned toward the source.

A woman in a light-colored coat stood there, like a ray of light.

Grace Norwood walked closer, raising her phone to show Damien Lancaster the message he had broadcast, "I have the Rh blood type. Do you need a blood donation?"

"Yes, we do!" Old Master Sterling took a deep breath, "Hurry."

A nurse immediately came over, rapidly asking Grace Norwood a few questions before taking her for tests.

Every moment was crucial now; no time for idle words.

Before leaving with the nurse, Grace Norwood looked back at Damien Lancaster.

She had seen it that day; this man truly loved that woman.

Grace Norwood smiled gently before following the nurse for testing.

"Brother, sister-in-law is saved," Zachary Lancaster said excitedly.

"Tristan, quickly, go with that lady," Old Master Sterling instructed.

Tristan Sterling immediately followed.

Damien Lancaster clenched his trembling hands and sighed with relief.

But now was not the time for joy.

...

Soon, 400 milliliters of blood was sent into the emergency room, and the blood-donating Grace Norwood rested in a chair.

At this moment, her phone rang with a message.

Grace Norwood leisurely opened her phone.

Rachel Shaw, "Miss Northwood, did you go to the hospital to donate blood for Ivy Summers?"

Rachel Shaw, "Why save her?"

Grace Norwood glanced coldly, responding, "Do I need to explain myself to you?"

Her words left Rachel’s side silent for a long time.

Grace Norwood took a sip of water beside her, the corners of her mouth curling into a light smile.

No one but the Northwood Family could cure the poison she used.

So her blood donation could not save Ivy Summers.

It could only delay death.

Her mother said that this woman must die; she would not change this outcome, but she wanted to use this process.

This was a life-saving favor.

milliliters of blood in exchange for the title of lifesaver to the Lancaster Family and Sterling Family was very worthwhile.

Besides, that man...

Grace Northwood opened her phone album and looked at the man’s silhouette.

Although she could see this man loved Ivy Summers greatly, it was precisely this kind of love that captivated her.

It showed this man was deeply affectionate.

She liked handsome and excellent men, but she liked deeply affectionate men even more.

Her father said she deserved the best man in the world, and she thought she had found him.

There were two knocks at the door.

"Please come in."

Tristan Sterling walked in, his gaze settling on the woman’s face.

Grace Northwood put down her phone, "Who are you?"

"I’m the brother of the person to whom you’re donating blood."

Grace Northwood nodded slightly, "Hello."

Tristan Sterling opened his phone, "Thank you for coming to donate blood. What’s your account number? I’ll transfer the money to you."

"Wasn’t that plea for help sent by the Lancaster Family?"

"You are saving someone from the Sterling Family. This cost should logically be borne by the Sterling Family."

Grace Northwood gently shook her head, "Whoever sent it pays. I don’t accept anyone else’s money." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Tristan Sterling sized her up a little, seeing her attire was not of someone lacking funds, "Would it be convenient to ask for your name?"

"Not convenient." Grace Northwood stood up, "Is it convenient to see the patient?"

Tristan Sterling raised an eyebrow.

Grace Northwood walked past him.

...

Ivy Summers was rescued after five hours, barely snatching back a life.

This was the result of many experts working together.

But her poison hadn’t been neutralized; she was severely injured, weak in breath, not out of life-threatening danger, and still unconscious.

The doors of the operating room opened.

The director and many doctors walked out.

Old Master Sterling, "How is she?"

The doctor sighed, "Old Master Sterling, Miss Summers’ life has been saved, but she hasn’t escaped danger yet."

"What about the poison in her body?"

"I’m sorry, we’ve only temporarily suppressed it with medication. We can’t neutralize the poison in her body yet. We’ll need to try other methods. Keeping her alive was already the best result within our expectations."

Old Master Sterling’s body swayed a little, "So, you mean the poison can’t be neutralized, and she will still die?"

Though reluctant to convey such a cruel outcome to the old man, this was the truth, "Yes."

"While she’s undergoing a period of unconsciousness, she’s also in great pain. The poison is formidable, and if it isn’t neutralized, the patient will suffer immensely in the upcoming period..."

Zachary Lancaster couldn’t bear to listen anymore, "Just tell me whether your hospital is confident to neutralize this poison or not?"

The director shook his head helplessly.

Zachary Lancaster frowned, "So what do you mean, talking in circles for so long?"

The director was silent for a long time before speaking: "After discussing among the doctors in our hospital, we still want to ask the family’s opinion, whether they want to keep waiting for a miracle or..."

"Or what?" Zachary Lancaster was anxious.

Anyone could understand the implication in his words.

It meant the hospital couldn’t save her, asking whether to continue letting Ivy Summers suffer or to let her go earlier.

"You bunch of incompetent doctors!"

Zachary Lancaster was angry and cursed.

A burst of silence.

Asphyxiation spread among everyone.

For a long while.

"Continue saving her."

Damien Lancaster, who hadn’t spoken so far, spoke up.

He wouldn’t give up.

There had to be a way.

"Old Master Sterling?" The director turned to Old Master Sterling.

How could Old Master Sterling watch his granddaughter leave like this? His heart in agony, Old Master Sterling said, "Save her! You must save her!"

"Understood. The patient will be sent to the ICU. I’ll gather specialists for a consultation."

Ivy Summers was quickly sent to the ICU.

Damien Lancaster stood at the back, like he had turned to stone.

Grace Northwood stood at a distance, quietly watching. All were helpless against her poison; she smiled in satisfaction.

Seeing the man standing alone, Grace Northwood approached, handing a piece of paper, "Mr. Lancaster."

Damien Lancaster seemed not to hear and continued walking towards the ICU.

Grace Northwood, who had never been ignored since she was acclaimed from a young age, was stunned.