The Rare Blood Type

As the doctor finished speaking in one breath, Ethan Montgomery's face grew increasingly grim, prompting a layer of cold sweat to form on the doctor's back. "Negative blood? Who has negative blood?"

Eleanor Thompson was on the verge of tears, frantic. "You mean to tell me there's no solution right now? Where are we supposed to find negative blood at a moment's notice?"

Ethan Montgomery stood, his spine rigid, his facial muscles tightly drawn, fists clenched at his sides. He pulled out his phone, "James Miller, do you have any Rh-negative blood on hand?"

"Negative blood? No, that's rare. What's going on, CEO Montgomery? Something happened?" James Miller's voice was tinged with urgency, sensing trouble from CEO Montgomery's tone.

"Find it now!" Ethan commanded before adding, "Call your sister, have her check David Miller's blood type. If he's Rh-negative, bring him in immediately."