"A personal vendetta?" Lu Qin tightly held Su Muran's hands and placed them on his legs. As he pointed to his brain, he said mockingly, "Dr. He, can you please use your head to think? I don't have a personal vendetta against Lu Yi. If you want blood, then I can only apologize. This blood would be used to save my wife, I won't let go of it."
"Even without this blood, Miss Su would be fine for the next few days," He Yibin interjected, as he knew that Lu Qin was merely spouting nonsensical excuses. He knew that Su Muran's thalassemia was not that serious currently. Even if the blood transfusion was delayed for a few days, it would only cause a little discomfort and there was definitely no threat of dying at this stage. Having transfused so much blood, the problem should have been solved by now. Why could they not give away some of this blood to save Lu Yi?
