As a carrier of the same blood type, he knows that his son's type is one in a million. This blood type is possessed by almost 1% of the population. There is almost an impossible chance of running into this type of royal blood in this country. His eyes moistened. For the first time, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. He looked at Eleanor on the bed and shifted his eyes on his son in the incubator. His knees weakened. If not for Sam who immediately came to his rescue, he would have knelt down on the cold floor.
Sam stared at his friend. Holding him, he felt the sudden weakness of his body. Sam felt pity for him. Even if he is the one on his shoes, he would also feel weak in times like this, seeing your wife fight for life so with your son at the same time.
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