Have a Care!

Baron wiped the muzzle with a handkerchief and nodded with satisfaction.

Thanks to the tranquilizer gun, which was originally used to guard against Hazel, it was now used on others.

It hurt so much. Hazel wanted to roll over but found that she could not move.

Her mind was in a daze, unable to remember what had happened.

"Are you awake?"

Dave pulled out a chair and sat in front of the bed. The doctor said that Hazel was out of danger.

She almost died.

Her blood type was a rare blood type that was relatively rare in the country. According to the doctor, there were only a few dozen people who possessed the blood type.

It would take two to three days to transport the blood bags from the nearest place.

Hazel could not wait at all.

"Use mine. My blood type is the same as hers."

While the doctor was surprised, Baron stretched out his arm.

Because the blood type was too rare, he cherished it more. Once there was bloodshed, even if it was a little accident, it might kill him.