Just as the group was anxiously waiting outside, a nurse rushed out hurriedly.
Xiao Xuan reacted first, immediately stepping forward to grab the nurse by the arm and anxiously asking, "How is he? How's my brother?"
The nurse was startled by Xiao Xuan's ferocious expression. Xiao Xuan's usually delicate and sweet face now looked twisted.
Wu Yue quickly stepped forward, pulled Xiao Xuan aside, calmed himself, and asked, "How is the situation now?"
The nurse snapped out of her initial shock and replied, "Blood. He's lost too much blood. What's his blood type?"
The situation was urgent, and the hospital no longer had time to test for his blood type.
"Blood is on the way. My brother's blood type is the rarest of the rare—so rare that it's hard to find; maybe one in ten thousand," Xiao Xuan said, calming down slightly.
Everyone except Tie Zhuzi stood stunned by Xiao Xuan's statement. What did he mean?
