Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind them...
Zayla stood in the corridor. Her tone was calm, but there was an indescribable force.
Everyone looked at Zayla in surprise.
Even the nurse widened her eyes in disbelief.
It was a rare blood type, and there were actually four people with this blood type in the hospital.
Palmer snorted angrily, obviously very dissatisfied with Zayla. "Is such a lowly person worthy of donating blood to my son?"
Lucy roared in anger, "They are both humans. What's the difference? Palmer, do you want to see your son die?"
Palmer could tell the severity of the situation. He was instantly speechless and stood at the side angrily.
Lucy's eyes were red. She looked at Zayla and repeatedly said, "Thank you... Thank you, Zayla."
"Come with me." The nurse looked at Zayla.
Zayla followed the nurse.