Shen Yijun could not think straight when she started to panic. She tilted her head down and thought of an idea as she glanced over to her daughter. She grabbed Xia Ruoxin's small hand in haste and put it in front of the doctor.
"Xuanxuan, look. It won't hurt. Even your sister is doing it." She pulled at Xia Ruoxin's arm as she said it while the little girl, on the other hand, struggled out of her grasp.
"This child is not sick. Why do you want me to draw her blood?" The doctor gave the little girl a strange look. But Shen Yijun had sent her some stern look and warnings, and so he held Xia Ruoxin's thin elbow against the table.
"Mummy, can I not do this, too? I'm scared…" She started pulling on Shen Yijun's blouse. She squeezed her tiny frame in fear.
"Yijun, you don't have to do this. Right?" Even Xia Mingzheng couldn't bear to look at her.
