"Get out!" Ian was calm, not treating her as a mentor at all, "You can’t participate in the rescue ! You’re not a god; even if you look at him a hundred times, it won’t work!" The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the Novᴇl_Fire(.)net Speaking thus, Ian directly hoisted her up by the waist and strode out! "Let me go! Let me see him! Let go of me! Ian, you are crazy!" She beat his back desperately, on the verge of collapse. "You’re the one who’s crazy!" Ian emphasized, "Look at the state you’re in!" "Let me go! Let go!! I want to see him! Justin—" At this moment, Anton Miller walked into the ward with the examination paper but didn’t see Mia, his steps halted, eyebrows furrowed lightly. The shoes were still by the bed, most of the blanket had fallen to the floor. "Mia?" He hurriedly went to the bathroom, no one? He thought maybe she insisted on getting discharged, but glanced around and saw the bag she had desperately protected was still there. Leaving the hospital without shoes didn’t make sense. Anton Miller had a bad feeling and quickly exited the ward, "Mia!" searching outside, "Mia!" He ran, not missing any corner with his eyes. Kicked out of the emergency room, Mia cried in despair, her whole body feeling like it had fallen into an icy pit. "Justin... sob... no..." Ian blocked her, calmly looking at everyone present, asking, "The blood bank is low on blood; we urgently need RH negative blood, is anyone here that type?" Kristina Kingston was pale, frightened, her whole family only Justin’s father had it! Lack of blood... something she hadn’t considered at all, this news was adding insult to injury. A few attendants shook their heads regretfully, "I’m not." Everyone knows that panda blood is hard to come by, asking a million people might yield one. "Madam Kingston, how about you?" Ian focused his gaze on the person with the highest possibility, "You’re Mr. Kingston’s mother, what blood type are you?" "I’m not either." She was heartbroken, feeling like a knife twisting. Suddenly, Mia calmed down; she thought of someone. At this moment, Anton Miller arrived at the corner, instantly spotting her barefoot, disheveled clothes, messy hair, while Mia was just about to rush to find him. Their eyes met, Anton Miller furrowed his brow, coldly approaching her. And Mia, as if seeing a ray of hope, ran towards him, "Anton Ford! Are you RH negative blood?!" Rushing over, she grabbed his arm excitedly, "Are you?" Anton Miller saw her bare feet, swollen cheeks, tear-streaked face, couldn’t help feeling a pang of sorrow. "What are you doing here?" He couldn’t help reprimanding her, "You’re supposed to be resting properly after surgery, why ask such nonsensical questions? Body and hair are from your parents; I never blood." His gaze swept to Kristina, but he didn’t recognize the masked her he had seen before; her restored appearance was unfamiliar. Yet Kristina instantly recognized Anton Miller! She’d investigated him plenty over the years, countless photos of him. To Kristina, Anton Miller was a bastard. Her breathing tightened, face darkened, Anton Miller and Mia together? Did they approach Justin with unspeakable motives? "Are you RH negative blood or not?" Mia was extremely anxious, "Answer me!" "Please, please save Justin, please?" Her face was pale, completely incoherent, "He had a car accident, a serious accident, he’s lying inside, he was looking for me, because of me he’s , he can’t hold on, the blood bank has no blood... he’s bled so much, Anton, I’m begging you, please?" Anton Miller lightly furrowed his cold eyebrows, looking at the door of the emergency room, at Ian, at everyone present, finally fixing his gaze on Kristina Kingston.