Yale's arms around Molly were shaking as he couldn't fight back his tears.

Blood. There was a lot of blood!

What could he do to save her?

Frantic devoured the man. Like a helpless kid, he begged, "Ms. Fordham, you're the miraculous doctor. Please save Molly.

"Please, I'm begging you. Please save her."

"Mr. Yale, I think the baby is already gone.

"We have to get to the hospital as soon as possible so that they can perform D&C and blood transfusion for her. Do you know her blood type?"

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