Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell



Carlisle had just gotten out of the car in the underground garage of Willow Grove. He got back in after he heard what Gareth had said.

"She was mugged after she left the campus grounds, and she got hit on the head with a hammer. She wasn't sent to the hospital in time to stop the bleeding. She's lost too much blood. The hospital has issued an Informed Consent Form!"

"She has a brain hemorrhage?"

Carlisle's brow furrowed tightly.

Lily was his high school classmate and was Wanda's best friend in high school.

His heart grew heavy upon hearing the news.

"No, she doesn't have a brain hemorrhage. It's just blood loss. She has the Rh-negative blood type, and right now, none of the hospitals in Riverland has this blood type, so she needs to be sent to the provincial hospital. The doctor says she may not be able to make the journey," Gareth explained the situation in one breath and slowly exhaled.

Carlisle asked, "Which hospital are you in right now?"

Gareth said heavily, "The university-affiliated hospital. You don't need to come over. I'm going to drive them to the provincial hospital. Although we may not arrive in time, I still want to try."

Carlisle said slowly, "My blood type is Rh-negative!"

Carlisle hung up and told Francis, "Take me to the affiliated University of Science and Technology hospital. Make it quick!"

Francis hadn't heard the conversation over the phone. However, he heard Carlisle mention that he had the Rh-negative blood type, and he was now being ordered to take Carlisle to the hospital.

It was clear to Francis that Carlisle was rushing over to save someone, and there must be no delays on the way.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Francis started the engine with a roar and drove out of the garage. He honked several times to alert the security guards to open the gates.

When the security guard saw that they were driving out again after just returning, he looked annoyed and slowly walked out of the security guardhouse.

Carlisle said impassively, "Don't wait. Let's just go!"

Francis floored the gas pedal and broke through the barrier gate.

"Damn you! Are you in a rush to go to hell? You'll pay for that!" the security guard yelled behind them.

Francis sped the whole way there and ran seven red lights.

Several patrol cars began tailing them.

Carlisle called 911 himself and explained the situation to the police.

Five minutes after that, the patrol cars behind them gradually slowed down.

At the hospital, Gareth told Sean and the doctor about Carlisle's Rh-negative blood type.

"This young lady is fortunate. It's not yet her time to die."

The doctor looked amazed.

Rh-negative was a very rare blood type.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was one in a million.

The probability of a Rh-negative blood type donor appearing right at the moment when

another was in critical condition was so low that it was truly a miracle.

In this era, most people did not know their blood types, and most companies did not require health checkups when employing workers.

The blood donation law had only come into effect in 1998.

14th June 2004 was the first World Blood Donation Day.

At that time, when information channels were limited, very few people donated blood.

That was why Rh-negative blood was extremely rare.

A young nurse eagerly awaited outside the hospital as Francis stopped the car outside the main lobby.

Carlisle had just exited the car when the nurse asked, "Are you Mr. Zahn?"

Her bright eyes moved quickly away from his face.

Carlisle nodded.

"Yes, I am!"

The nurse smelled alcohol on him, and she couldn't help asking, "Have you been drinking?" Carlisle nodded.

The nurse muttered, "You might not be allowed to donate blood if you've been drinking."

Carlisle said, "It'll only affect the blood's quality. The patient needs blood plasma to save her life, so just treat this as a special circumstance!"

"Come with me then."