The word "critical" cast a shadow over Rafael's gaze.

An icy, sinister aura swept over him.

The nurse suddenly recalled the scene of Rafael breaking in, trembling with fear at the thought of fists raining down upon her.

Thankfully, Rafael had already pulled out his phone and walked away.

"Immediately arrange for a blood transfusion from the blood bank," Rafael demanded coldly, clutching his phone tightly.

The assistant on the other end hesitated, "Sir, don't you wish to keep your return a secret from others..."

"Do it at once!"

"Yes." The assistant's face turned pale as she hurried to comply.

After hanging up the phone, Rafael closed his eyes and...