Here is the English translation of your text: "My husband is a good person. After my brother died in the line of duty, he took on the responsibility of taking care of my brother's wife. Not only is he on call 24 hours a day, but whenever my brother's wife has a little bump or bruise, she calls me to donate blood. It's because both of us have the rare 'panda' blood type. Later, my brother's wife played a game where she pulled me down the stairs to see who my husband cared about more. She won. When I was injured on the head, my husband forcibly extracted 600 cc of my blood to give to her. However, she forgot that I am a criminal defense lawyer. After I was discharged from the hospital, I collected evidence and sent her to prison, and I also filed for divorce. My husband, however, cried and begged me, 'Wife, I was wrong. Can you give me another chance?' I sarcastically replied, 'You want me to give you a chance to draw my blood?'"
"Please draw 200cc of blood from her." Nigel pinned me against the blood test counter, ignoring my pale face.
My bare feet touched the cold floor, and I shivered hard.
"But your girlfriend doesn't look well," the nurse said, eyeing us curiously.
"Katherine, Melissa got hurt. You have the same blood type. Only you can help her," Nigel said, his hand pressing hard on my shoulder.
Sure, Melissa got hurt, so they needed me, the walking blood bank.
That night, Nigel had yanked me out of bed, waking me in a panic. He said Melissa was injured. Without letting me change out of my pajamas or put on shoes, he dragged me to the hospital.
All because I shared the same rare RH-negative panda blood as Melissa.
Otherwise, Nigel wouldn't have bothered with me.
He worried my arguments might upset Melissa.
But I hadn't said a word that day.
Nigel grew impatient. "Katherine, can you stop being so selfish? Melissa's pregnant. Are you going to let her die?"
The nurse stepped in. "Sir, this is a hospital. Donating blood is voluntary. No one can force anyone to do it."
"Draw it," I said, rolling up my sleeve. "I'm donating because of her status as a martyr's widow."
Maybe because I didn't argue, Nigel looked at me oddly.
"Fine, I'll make you pig liver porridge to help you recover when we get back," he said, his tone unusually soft.
Before I could respond, his phone rang, and his face changed instantly.
"I'm Melissa's family. Is she badly hurt? I'm coming now," he said into the phone before hanging up and running off.
After a few steps, he paused. "Melissa's in the ER. I'm going to check on her."
I clenched my fists, causing the nurse to gasp. "You're bleeding back. Relax."
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 9
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Chapter 12
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Chapter 15
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