Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 264: Chapter 264

York blacked out completely.
I panicked, trembling as I pulled out my phone to call an ambulance, while urgently asking if there was a doctor present.
Moments later, a medic arrived carrying a first aid kit, carefully lifting York's eyelids to check his condition.
"There's internal bleeding," the medic said grimly, instructing June to lay York flat on the ground.
June was frozen in shock; I called her name repeatedly before she finally snapped out of it, trembling all over.
Her makeup was ruined by the tears streaming down her face, and her eyes were bloodshot and frightening.
Thankfully, the ambulance arrived in no time.
June and I boarded the ambulance and headed straight for the nearest hospital.
The unconscious York was immediately rushed into the emergency room.
June stared blankly at the illuminated surgery sign before collapsing onto the bench, lost in thought.
I was also feeling helpless. After a moment's thought, I decided to call Shirley to explain the situation.
Shirley was horrified when she heard the news and, after asking for the hospital address, said anxiously, "I'm coming over right now!"
After I ended the call, a doctor came out of the operating room. June immediately sprang to her feet, her face tense with worry.
Just as she was about to speak, the doctor cut in urgently, "Who is the patient's next of kin?"
June faltered. I stepped forward quickly. "I'm his sister."
The doctor fixed me with a grave look, his voice urgent. "The patient has suffered severe trauma and lost too much blood. He needs a transfusion right away, but our hospital's supply of his blood type is running low!"
"I'll donate," I said without hesitation.
I felt that since York and I were siblings, naturally, our blood types were the same.
"Okay, come with me," the doctor said, and I followed him to the blood test room.
The nurse drew my blood and ran a quick test.
A moment later, I saw her frown, a strange look crossing her face.
Confused, I asked, "Is there a problem?"
She looked at the report, then at me. "Ms. Hinton, are you sure you and Mr. Smith are biological siblings? Your blood types don't match at all."
My eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you just say?" I gasped in shock. Our blood types are different? That can't be possible!
Just then, the surgeon walked in and glanced at the report. "Ms. Hinton, based on this, it's highly unlikely that you and Mr. Smith are biological siblings.
"Mr. Smith's condition is critical. He needs blood urgently. I've already requested a supply from the blood bank, but it could take a few hours. Does he have any other family members? Or anyone with type O blood? Get them to the hospital as soon as possible."
"Doctor, may I try?" June's voice suddenly came from the doorway—no one had noticed when she arrived.
June must have heard the doctor's words—her face was etched with urgent anxiety.
The doctor turned to her. "Are you a direct relative of the patient?"
"No." June shook her head, then urgently added, "But I just heard you mention type O blood—I'm type O!"
The doctor gave a quick nod and immediately had the nurse draw June's blood for testing.
Fortunately, their blood types were compatible.
After donating 400 milliliters of blood, June pressed a cotton swab to the puncture on her arm and looked at the nurse, still uneasy. "Is that enough? I'm in good health—I can give a little more if he needs it."
"400 milliliters is already the limit for a person," the nurse replied, slightly taken aback. She glanced at June, then at me. "She might feel a bit weak after this. There's milk and bread on the table—make sure she eats something."