When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden)
Chapter 552

Chapter 552 Maybe My Blood Is More Useful Than Yours

Shirley said, "Hey, Braden, stop making trouble! Don't scare me!"

Shirley felt that something was wrong and her thin cheeks turned pale instantly. And she squatted down to search for the man's breath.

Shirley thought, "Fortunately, he is breathing. But he is a little weak, which was enough to prove that this guy is really weak. He's not playing a prank on me."

"Come on, someone!"

Shirley shouted in panic.

Not very soon, the staff of the nursing home rushed over and sent Braden to the medical room for emergency treatment.

Shirley followed behind and was panting. Her mind went blank, and she didn't know what to do.

Shirley herself had just recovered from a serious illness, and she was very uncomfortable. She didn't understand why she had been in a coma for three days. And when she woke up again, she didn't understand why Braden, who had recovered very well, turned out to be seriously ill like this.

Shirley grabbed Alice, the caregiver who was in charge of taking care of Braden's diet and daily life on weekdays. Shirley asked with a nervous expression, "Alice, what's going on? Isn't Braden getting better soon? Why?'

"This../

Alice looked extremely unnatural, avoiding Shirley's questioning eyes.

May had told Alice before that Alice couldn't tell Ms. Wilson about the lack of medicine, so Alice didn't dare to say anything.

Shirley saw Alice's hesitation, and said solemnly with a cold face, 'You don't have to be afraid, just say what you know! And I will give you a hand. If it delays Braden's recovery, the consequences will be more serious!"

"Hey, Ms. Wilson! Since you insist on getting to the bottom of it, let me tell you the truth. In the past few days when you were in a coma, Mr. Stewart's medicine has long been insufficient. May loves you so much that she didn't continue to collect blood. So Mr. Stewart's situation took a sharp turn for the worse."

After Alice finished speaking, she shook her head again. Alice said, "However, we are just guessing like this. And it may not necessarily be because of a lack of medicine. Don't take it to heart." "I always say that there must be not enough medicine left!"

Shirley glanced at the door of the medical room, and said to Alice, "You take good care of Braden for me. If there is anything wrong, please notify me immediately."

Then, Shirley rushed to the pharmacy without stopping.

On the way, Shirley bumped into Antwan who had just finished washing Braden's socks.

The man held the woman's shoulder and asked with a half-smile, "Shirley, even if you are moved, you won't throw yourself into my arms in broad daylight. What are you so anxious about? You're in such a panic!"

"Get out of the way, I don't have time to talk to you now!'

Shirley pushed Antwan away, didn't want to say a word, and continued to run to the pharmacy sullenly.

Antwan stayed silent.

Antwan frowned and followed Shirley silently instead of tangling like usual.

In the pharmacy, May was racking her brains to study new prescriptions for Braden's situation.

Her severing father didn't mention anything other than using the flesh and blood of a loved one as medicine.

But in the current situation, even if May broke up with Ms. Wilson, Alice couldn't use Ms. Wilson's flesh and blood as medicine.

Therefore, May tried to add new medicinal materials to replace the original medicinal ingredients.

"May!"

Shirley pushed the door open and entered, her brows frowned, and her face was not very good-looking.

"Ms. Wilson, what's wrong with you?"

May hid the herbs behind her back with guilty and smiled unnaturally.

Shirley didn't say much, just rolled up her sleeves and urged May, "Braden has fainted, the situation is urgent, so I won't tell you anything. Hurry up and draw my blood!"

"This....

May guessed that Shirley probably knew everything. May let out a long sigh, and resolutely refused, "I can't draw your blood anymore unless you don't look like you are going to die."

"It doesn't matter! I have strong blood-forming ability. I just need to eat more pork liver and red dates. It's too late. Hurry up!'

When Shirley said this, her head was still dizzy, and she was extremely powerless.

Shirley's body was not weak before. But after giving birth to two children, her blood had not been able to flow very well. Even if she kept replenishing her body, she couldn't return to her previous state. This time when Shirley was going to return to her previous state, she was drawn too much blood which was used as medicine, and suddenly became wilted again.

"Ms. Wilson, I can't joke about this. I really can't draw the blood.'

"May, don't dawdle any longer. Braden can't wait anymore, and I order you to draw my blood as the eldest lady of the Wilson family!"

Shirley had no choice but to reveal her identity and force May to draw the blood.

"Ms. Wilson, you are persecuting me. How do you make me explain to your parents?"

May couldn't refuse Shirley's order. So May turned around helplessly, took out the blood-drawing equipment, and prepared to draw blood from Shirley again.

Antwan walked in at some point, pulled Shirley behind him, then rolled up his sleeves, and said to May in a cold voice, "Just draw my blood!"

"You..."

Shirley was somewhat moved by Antwan's righteousness, but she still put on a cold look and pushed him away. Shirley said, "Don't make trouble, your blood can't be the same as mine. May said the blood of beloved ones was in need."

Antwan spoke word by word with unprecedented seriousness, "In terms of blood, I am his blood relative, maybe my blood is more useful than yours."

Shirley was about to refute when she heard May's excited voice, "Right, how could I have forgotten? Besides the blood of loved ones can be used as medicine, it seems that the closest relatives can also be used. Maybe we can try/

Antwan asked seriously, "Even if it's useless, my blood won't make people dead, right?"

"No. Even if it's useless, it's just that the medicine is most effective. It won't cause any side effects."

"Then don't delay, start drawing!"

Antwan had already made up his mind and urged with a cold tone.

"Okay, then you need to bear it. I'll start drawing blood now/

With the mentality of giving it a try, May cut open the flesh tissue of Antwan's wrist, took a palm-sized porcelain bowl, and began to take it.

This process was extremely cruel. Just looking at it made people feel pain.

"Antwan, don't you guys hate Braden the most? Why are you doing this?"

The man frowned, gritted his teeth, and said, "Of course I hate Braden, but I don't want you to suffer."

"You are really crazy!"

Shirley knew better than anyone how painful the blood collection process was. Antwan couldn't be able to do this without being moved at all.

After drawing enough blood, May quickly made a bowl of soup according to the newly prepared prescription.

"Ms. Wilson, hurry up and give it to Mr. Stewart to drink. If the effect is good, many problems will be solved."

The problems mentioned by May included the problem of Braden's eyes.

May had been having a bold idea for a while but had never dared to try it. Antwan's behavior gave May courage and she hoped that everything would be successful!