Chapter 82

Vincent Wilson's slender fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk as his intense gaze locked onto Evelyn Carter.

"One hundred people. Four hundred cc each. Enough?" The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. "In exchange for your contact information."

Olivia's eyes widened in shock. "This is—"

"Too little?" Vincent arched an eyebrow. "Then two hundred. Or three hundred, if you prefer."

Evelyn frowned and turned to Olivia. "Is the blood bank running low?"

"Yes, Dr. Carter," Olivia fretted, wringing her hands. "We've admitted several high-risk maternity cases recently. They might need transfusions at any moment. If we have to request emergency supplies, there may not be enough time..."

Evelyn knew those cases well. One of them was a pregnant woman with placenta previa—a condition that could lead to severe hemorrhage without warning.

Vincent suddenly slammed his palm on the desk. "Five hundred!"

Olivia waved her hands frantically. "No, no, that's against regulations—"

"Deal." Evelyn cut her off, meeting Vincent's gaze head-on. "Can you guarantee all donors will be voluntary?"

Vincent chuckled, his tone teasing. "What, afraid I'll drag people here by force?"

Ignoring his jest, Evelyn swiftly scribbled something on a sheet of paper and placed it facedown on the desk.

"You can read this only after the five hundredth donation."

Vincent pressed a finger against the corner of the paper, intrigued. "How interesting."

Within half an hour, a line of donors stretched all the way to the hospital entrance.

Rows of young office workers filled out forms and underwent check-ups in orderly fashion.

Olivia gaped. "Are these all your employees?"

"Paid leave. Double year-end bonuses." Vincent winked at Evelyn. "What's the count now?"

Evelyn continued writing without pause. "Four hundred ninety-eight."

The nurses' station buzzed with activity. Bags of donated blood quickly piled into a small mountain.

"Five hundred!" Olivia jumped up excitedly. "The blood bank is saved!"

Vincent triumphantly lifted the note. "Time to fulfill your promise, beautiful."

He eagerly flipped over the paper—only for his smile to freeze.

Written clearly on it was the appointment hotline for the downtown blood donation center.