Si Mancheng watched as one bag of blood was taken away from Mu Siyu, and the nurse began to draw the second bag. Si Mancheng kept his eyes on the dark red blood.
After the second bag was drawn, the nurse was ready to stop.
“You’re not going to draw anymore? Are these two bags enough? You can draw another bag. My body is very healthy,”mu Siyu said.
She knew who she was going to save. Long Sijue was probably Si Mancheng’s best friend.
“This... generally speaking, you can only smoke two bags,”said the nurse.
“You said it yourself that it’s normal. Now, you’re just waiting for your life to be saved. If you almost can’t save someone, won’t the gains outweigh the losses? “Don’t worry. My body can handle it. If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility myself.”Mu Xianyu stretched out her arm and asked her to smoke another bag.
The young nurse looked at Si Mancheng hesitantly. He looked at Mu Yingyu with a complicated gaze and nodded.
