The Return of God of War Chapter 1291

Levi Garrison: The Return of the God of War [The Protector] Chapter 1291

Winsor was only suitable to be a mighty warrior.

But Levi was beyond that; he was more of a commander.

Following that, he took the magical medicine to East Sky Lord and asked the latter to analyze the ingredients inside, hoping that it could be mass-produced.

“Did he give you any trouble?” Zoey asked Levi right after she entered the room.

“No. Instead, he hopes that I recover sooner.” Levi laughed.

Then he added, “By the way, where are your parents?”

Normally, the Lopez and Black families will try their best to cause us trouble if they know that I’m back and disabled. This is abnormal. I haven’t seen a soul after so long. Something is not right.

“Logan got into an accident. They are occupied with the aftermath,” Zoey explained.

Logan joined a street racing with his friends a few days ago and was met with an accident.

It was said that his injury was fatal and some of his organs were failing.

The Black family was busy dealing with the repercussion as he was an essential member of the family.

Therefore, they had no time to pick on Levi yet.

“Oh, really? That’s good news,” Levi chuckled.

Zoey flashed a smile on her face without saying a word.

She had an extremely low opinion of her brother-in-law.

Well, I guess this works as well. This way no one will come and interrupt our lives.

Inside the Intensive Care Unit of the best hospital in South City, Meredith, Logan’s grandfather, and his parents were waiting anxiously.

Logan was in critical condition. He had been staying in the Intensive Care Unit for two entire days.

It was a dangerous signal.

Hence, Jennie was sweating profusely with anxiety.

After all, they had drawn on huge funds to hire a group of specialists to treat Logan.

At that time, the specialists were just done with their discussions in the meeting room and came to the ICU.

“How’s the situation, Dr. Chase?” Robert asked.

Chase shook his head. “It’s not looking good. One of the patient’s organs is severely injured. He needs a transplant.”

“Get it done, then! What are you waiting for?” Jennie retorted.

“The thing is, our hospital is having an organ shortage; we need a kidney donor,” Chase replied.

“Ask the other hospitals and see if there’s any! We can afford the money!”

Meredith and the others became nervous.

The doctor denied, “This has nothing to do with money. We do not have a matching kidney currently and we are running out of time. Transporting an organ from other places takes time; it’s definitely out of the question.”

“Then what should we do?”

Everyone looked hesitant as they exchanged glances.

They were at their wits’ end.

“The only way is to have a donor right now. If we harvest the organ on the spot, the success rate of the operation will be high,” Dr. Chase declared as he stared at them.


The doctor’s statement put them in a difficult situation. Everyone was having a second thought.

Their initial determination was nowhere to be found.

All of us will donate our blood voluntarily. But who will donate a kidney? I’m afraid that even Logan’s parents are unwilling to do so. If that’s the case, it’d be impossible for us, the Blacks.

Everyone’s gaze met with each other’s but they did not utter a word.

Dr. Chase put on a helpless face. “Okay. Take your time to decide and see who will be the donor. But we don’t have all the time in the world. You have only six hours to choose your candidate.”

All of them were thrown into a frenzy right after the doctor left.

They were discussing where to find a kidney donor on such short notice.

Where do we find a donor within six hours? That’s basically looking for a needle in a haystack. No one will donate it if they’re not desperate for money. To have a higher success rate, we need to find a healthy kidney. It’d be best if that person is a young man with a muscular body.

Logan’s parents queried, “Do you have any suitable candidates on your side?”

“No. We don’t!” Meredith rejected immediately.

At that moment, Jennie shouted, “Wait. Aren’t we forgetting someone—Levi Garrison?”

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