Madam Si put aside her usual pride and reserve, walked quickly over, and stared nervously at the nurse's face, asking, "I'm here. How is my son?"
"It's good that you're here." The nurse breathed a sigh of relief, then said urgently, "The patient's condition is not very good, the blood from the veins hasn't stopped, and there's a massive hemorrhage now. Since you are the patient's family member, your blood type should match his, right? Hurry, come with me to draw blood. Otherwise, the patient will be in danger of dying."
At the mention of 'danger of dying,' Madam Si turned pale, her legs weakened, nearly collapsing to the ground. Fortunately, the servant beside her reacted quickly and supported her, asking nervously, "Madam, Madam, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
