"Ask her for another 300CC of blood."
1300CC. The nurse felt that He Yibin was crazy, as this might take that poor woman's life. Moreover, would she agree to it?
"Just tell her. She will agree to it." He Yibin had no choice as Lu Yi's situation was more critical than what he expected, and the most crucial thing to save his life was blood. Perhaps just a little more. Yes, a little more.
Yan Huan opened her eyes. In fact, she had already sensed that she could no longer take it. At that time, her body was covered in cold sweat. She felt extremely sleepy and would really want to sleep for a while. She was also tired, to the extent that even her eyelids could not be lifted.
The nurse walked out with an awkward expression.
"Do you need more?" Yan Huan asked the nurse. Her voice was weak.
"Yes," the nurse nodded. "Another 300CC is needed."
