Kapitel 33: THE FAKE BISERKA

Ahmed suffered more severe injuries than the one Benvolio had in the fighting just now. Ahmed received more hits from Benvolio. Ahmed's face looks very battered and covered in bruises at the moment, while Benvolio only has scars on the corners of his lips and forehead.

The situation there gradually began to calm down. They all waited anxiously and prayed that Mataya would survive and make it through this critical time in her life. Ahmed continued to stand in front of the door while looking at Mataya's condition through the glass gap in the door.

He wiped the wound on his face with his handkerchief. A glimpse of the memories that he had spent with Mataya flashed back into his head. He didn't dare imagine how his life would be without Mataya's presence anymore.

The doctor came out of the room, and everyone stood waiting for news about Mataya that the doctor would say, "Miss Mataya lost a lot of blood in her body. She needs a blood transfusion ASAP, or she really won't survive."

Vla breathed heavily, "How long can she survive without a blood transfusion, doc?"

"An hour, or even sooner," the doctor lowered her head, unable to say this to Vla.

"Is it okay for Biserka to transfuse her blood, doc?" asked Vla.

"Of course, Miss Biserka is allowed to transfuse her blood. But—" the doctor's words were cut off, and there was doubt in it.

"But what, doc?" Vla asked again.

"It seems that the one in the medical room is the fake Miss Biserka, Miss Vla. Miss Mataya's blood type is AB- while the woman we think of as Miss Biserka has blood type O," she said very carefully, saying this.

Vla's eyes widened at the doctor's words. She didn't know how to react to all this.

"No wonder she hasn't spoken since she woke up. It turns out she wasn't Biserka," Vla muttered.

Ahmed was just as surprised as Vla to hear that. His subordinates had taken the wrong person, so where was the real Biserka now?

"Why are you just telling us now?!" asked Vla, a little annoyed with the doctor who had just told him this vital information.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hide it. It's just that the lab results just came out this morning when I did a full check on her body," replied the doctor explaining the reason.

"Then how about Mataya's blood transfusion, Ellie? Have you been looking for a donor, and have you found a donor for that blood type?" Ahmed asked the doctor, whose name was Ellie.

Ellie is a high school friend of Ahmed, Mataya, and Biserka, and she is Vla's senior.

Ellie shook her head, a look of guilt on her face, "Not yet, Ahmed. Mataya's AB-type is very rare, and only about 0.36% of people in the world have the same blood type as her."

Vla and Ahmed were very frustrated to hear that explanation.

Benvolio got up from his seat and volunteered to donate his blood to Mataya. Pavlo, who saw it, was also surprised because Benvolio's blood type is rarer than Mataya's.

"Ben, are you sure you want to donate your blood? Your blood is rarer than her. What if something bad happens to you later?" Pavlo said, confirming whether Benvolio was sure of his decision.

Benvolio turned to Pavlo and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Don't worry, and I'm not going to die just by donating a little of my blood. You saw it for yourself, didn't you? The woman was dying, and we didn't have much time left," he said flatly.

All of their gazes were now on Benvolio. Ellie immediately asked Benvolio's blood type. "If I may ask, what is your blood type, sir?" she asked politely.

"Rh-null," Benvolio replied curtly.

Ellie was surprised at Benvolio's answer. How could he be willing to donate his 'Golden blood' to Mataya without a second thought? "R—Rh-null? Is it true that your blood type is Rh-null, 'Golden blood', sir?"

Ahmed and Vla, who don't understand the rare blood type, couldn't help but stare at the conversation between Ellie and Benvolio.

Benvolio nodded his head in confirming Ellie's question.

"Okay, you can follow me to the medical room for a blood transfusion," Ellie said politely to Benvolio.

-to be continued-

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