Chapter: 1353

Malcolm kept his eyes on the still-open wound, the blood vessels yet to be sewn up. "Get more blood from other hospitals, now!"

Time was running out, and Lanny's condition was critical. Without the continuous blood transfusions, he would've likely bled out before even reaching the emergency room.

Stitching the severed vessels in his neck was the key to saving him, the step that would decide Lanny's fate.

Two hours into the surgery, Malcolm was drained but couldn't afford to let up.

Lanny's life depended on him, and as hospital colleagues, Malcolm was determined to save him.

"Dr. Hanson, Dr. Wilson is outside the ER and says she can save Lanny," a nurse interrupted.

"I'm in the middle of saving him. I don't need distractions from Dr. Wilson or anyone else!" Malcolm huffed.

The surgery required his full focus. He couldn't afford to lose concentration, not even for a moment, as he carefully worked on repairing the blood vessels.

The nurse watched the monitors nervously. "Dr. Hanson, we're almost out of blood!"

They had nearly exhausted all the blood supplies during these critical hours.

Malcolm glanced at the vital signs, watching them fluctuate as Lanny's neck wound remained open.

“Where are those blood bags? Why haven't they arrived yet?" he hissed.

The nurse, clearly anxious, replied, “There's a shortage of this blood type at other hospitals..."

Her voice trailed off into a whisper.

Feeling overwhelmed, Malcolm was unprepared for such a serious situation.

"Dr. Hanson... what should we do?"

Remembering the nurse's mention of Dr. Wilson, his assistant surgeon chimed in, "Dr. Wilson outside said she might be able to help Dr. Mitchell."

"How is it possible for her to save Dr. Mitchell when there is no more blood available in the hospital's reserves? Damn it!" Malcolm muttered in frustration. "Does she think she's Supernatural Doctor? Even the Supernatural Doctor would be at a loss right now."

He cursed under his breath and signaled the nurse to approach.

"Go get Dr. Wilson. I want to see what she thinks she can do."

The assistant surgeon hesitated, knowing they hadn't called her in when there were still resources available. Now, in this desperate situation, what could they possibly expect from Dr. Wilson?

If the surgery failed, they'd likely shift the blame onto her.

When Malcolm saw the woman in the wheelchair, he scoffed, "You think you can perform surgery from a wheelchair? Which hospital do you work at..."

“Dr. Hanson, the patient's condition is deteriorating!"