Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

481 A Rare Blood Type

Selma Payne’s POV:

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come to her,” I said. “Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone into labor so suddenly.”

Kara gave me a cup of hot tea and comforted me. “No, perhaps it was good that you came to Miss Carey. If she could give birth to the child today, she would not have to worry about the baby’s threat in the future. She could also start a new life in another city soon. This might be to her liking.”

I didn’t know what Carey was thinking, but she was definitely in intense pain right now, constantly facing the threat of death.

Craig’s major was not in Gynecology and Obstetrics, so the chief surgeon of the operation was an obstetrician who had been arranged for a long time. He was constantly observing the process and would immediately report to me if there was any problem.

“It’s not looking good.” A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. “Carey is losing energy too fast. She doesn’t have enough strength to give birth. Considering the uniqueness of this child, we suspect that the fetus in her womb is absorbing the mother’s nutrients to protect itself. But in this way, the child will grow, and the mother will have more difficulty giving birth.”

“What about a C-section?” I asked urgently.

My heart sank when I heard his answer, “I’m afraid not. One of Carey’s ancestors married a human. From the records, that human ancestor might have a ‘rare blood type’, and Carey’s RH-O blood type might have been inherited from that. This blood type caused Carey to suffer from mild coagulopathy. Once the operation is carried out, no one can guarantee that the blood coagulate. If any accidents happen...”

A rare blood type...

My heart skipped a beat when I heard that. She couldn’t give birth, and surgery risked her bleeding out. This was basically a death sentence for her.

Oh my god, oh my god.

I shouldn’t have come, I shouldn’t have come!

After hearing Carey’s weak screams, my legs gave way, and I fell onto the sofa.

Was there no other way? Could this nineteen-year-old girl reach the end of her life today?

“Is there no other way?” With the last glimmer of hope, I asked. “The adults are the most important. If it doesn’t work, we can give up the child...”

I’m sorry, Your Highness,” he said, shaking his head again. “Carey’s current condition does not allow us to induce labor.”

“Because there’s no way to stop the bleeding?”

“Yes, any tiny bleeding wound could kill Carey.”

“If there’s a way to stop the bleeding, wouldn’t all the problems be solved?”

He looked at me in confusion, but I had decided.

“Now, I need you to talk to the chief surgeon and ask him to allow me to join the surgery.” I said, “I have a way to stop her bleeding, but this process might not align with what you all know. Therefore, I need to gain the trust of the doctors and cooperate with me.”

Instead of answering me immediately, he asked seriously, “Please forgive my rudeness, Your Highness. But this operation is a serious matter. Are you sure you want to join?”

“Yes, I’m sure. To save Carey’s life. I was the one who took her into the palace and asked to raise the child in her belly, so I have the responsibility to protect her safety, no matter what the price is.”

He came back quickly and told me the chief surgeon had agreed after a few seconds. And so, under the nurse’s guidance, I quickly made a series of preparations and entered the bedroom that was temporarily used as the delivery room, fully armed.

The conditions in the delivery room were not good, not because of the sanitary environment or equipment, but because of Carey’s bed. Her amniotic fluid and sweat had made a mess of her. The midwife had tried unsuccessfully to help her. There had been no progress.

The chief surgeon quickly described Carey’s current situation to me. From that, I learned that Carey’s body progressed very slowly in her prenatal preparations. On the other hand, the child couldn’t wait to get out of its mother’s womb.

“Based on the current situation, C-section is the last option.” The chief surgeon said, “Dr. Craig told me you can help Carey overcome this. Usually, I can’t let any non-professionals into the delivery room. You’re an exception. This is not because of your identity but because we all hope to save the young life in front of us. We have the same goal, so I’ll try to cooperate with you.”

I solemnly thanked the doctor and told him to prepare for the operation.

The nurse handed the chief surgeon a scalpel shining with a cold glint. He looked at me. I took a deep breath and nodded.

“I need you to tell me immediately when to stop the bleeding and where to stop the bleeding,” I said. “After that, you just have to carry out the operation. I will make Carey’s blood stay in her body.”

The chief surgeon nodded. After the anesthetist indicated that the anesthesia was successful, he made an incision on the skin of Carey’s lower abdomen.

Blood instantly gushed down the curve of my stomach like a rolling bead. Under the chief surgeon’s guidance, I released the black-gold moth and carefully repaired the skin and flesh where the bleeding needed to be stopped. The medical staff at the scene looked at me in surprise but quickly put on a professional attitude and devoted themselves to the operation.