Both hurried to the hospital.
Before heading to the ward, Nangong Lin didn't forget to needle Leng Sichen a bit, "You should know that Rh-negative blood is very rare and precious, this deal might not necessarily be a loss for you."
Leng Sichen sneered disdainfully, that damned old man, always playing coy after gaining an advantage.
However, he was aware that a man like Nangong Lin, who never lacked money, would never bother to trade his own blood unless he genuinely intended to help.
Although it was unpleasant to be threatened and used, he still had to thank him for his presence.
In the quiet hospital room, the only sound was the rhythmic dripping of blood flowing from one person's body into another's.
Nangong Lin was leaning sideways, his arm pillowed behind his head, curiously observing the pale and weak Xia Yuxun beside him on the hospital bed.
At that glance, Nangong Lin felt his heart skip a beat.
