FreeNovelChapter 523 I rushed forward uncontrollably and grabbed the doctor's collar. "Say it again! Are you tellingthat the blood bank on the cruise ship isn't enough to save her from blood loss? That's impossible! You're talking nonsense!" Meanwhile, Zion stood there, feeling numb and helpless. He was unsure of what to do. However, he knew that brain death equated to death itself.
"I'm sorry for your loss," the doctor whispered sympathetically.
I grabbed the doctor's collar. "Sorry?" "What was the cause of brain death?" Steven interrupted the doctor and asked calmly.
"Excessive blood loss..." The doctor was so stunned by Steven's presence that he replied without confidence.
Steven forcefully pushed the doctor aside to enter the operating room.
"You can't enter. It's sterile inside..." Before the doctor could finish speaking, Joel hastily covered his mouth from behind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSteven stood in the dressing area, wearing protective clothing. He disinfected himself in the designated area before stepping into the operating room.
Rachel lay on the operating table, her face drained of color. Her hands and wrists were now sutured and wrapped in bandages. As Steven examined her dilated pupils, a hint of concern marred his face.
Zion's voice trembled as he cried out, "When she cin, she was still conscious. She called my name... She definitely called my name." "Who's the anesthesiologist?" Steven asked.
A doctor wearing a mask raised his hand nervously. Steven gazed at the oxygen mask in silence.
At that precise moment, the doctor from the adjacent operating room rushed over. "Are you all family members of the patients? If the patient is already brain-dead, would her family be willing to let her undergo a cardiac compatibility assessment? "The other patient has promised that as long as the family agrees, they can provide a consolation money of five million," the doctor continued anxiously and looked at us.
Zion was furious and felt the urge to fight him.
The doctor quickly added, "If it's not sufficient, feel free to request more." Such a compelling temptation... If it were just an average tourist from a regular family, the family would likely have given in by now. After all, there seemed to be no hope of saving a brain-dead person.
I glanced at Steven. I immediately felt a chill run down my spine. I trembled at the thought of what had happened.
Every year, this cruise ship departed from ports in various countries, welcoming both wealthy and ordinary tourists from around the world.
However, it wasn't just a matter of letting ordinary fortunate tourists on board, allowing the wealthy to witness the big gap between them and pumping them with a sense of superiority. Instead, the wealthy were allowed to choose the organ donor that best suited them.
Once the match was successful, those regular people would becthe target of the wealthy. They would end up in the operating room due to different accidents, never to wake up again.
"I agree to the assessment," confirmed Steven in a low voice.
Zion lost control and wanted to rush forward. "Steven!" Steven didn't explain a word. I stopped Zion. "Eason, take him away and let him calm down." The doctor who cto inform him was beaming with joy, and the family members who followed him nodded in agreement.
"They put so much effort into it. They must have known that Rachel's heart was compatible," I whispered. Steven nodded approvingly. "Wealthy individuals typically target young college students who are in good health. Rachel's blood type and other personal information were probably leaked during her tat school.
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"They exploit opportunities such as free or public welfare physical examinations on campus to gather comprehensive data on students, which they can then sell and profit from..." GenSociety likely had massive genetic data across the country, even from around the world. This was concerning.
"Is Rach okay?" I whispered.
"She won't die," Steven replied faintly.
I gazed at Steven. "Why are you so certain?"
Steven replied softly as he gazed into my eyes, "The blood on the bed didn't belong to Rachel, which means that someone intentionally faked the scene to deceive us into thinking she had suffered severe blood loss and was on the verge of death.
"And brain death is the least severe result. Do you know what the requirements are for a heart Om transplant. The heart must be alive. If too much blood is unintentionally released and the patient passes away, the donor loses their value." Hence, they wouldn't take the risk of actually killing Rachel.
Ashburn "But..." I remained slightly anxious, as Rachel's present state was indeed one of being brain-dead.
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