"No!"
Mo Xiuchen rejected it outright, seeing the nurse who had taken two steps back, he immediately grabbed Wen Ran's hand that had just been pricked with a needle, and he looked at the nurse with a cold stare.
The nurse, under his piercing gaze, bit her lips in grievance and went into another room to have someone else draw blood from Wen Ran.
This time, the blood draw went smoothly. Mo Xiuchen watched as Wen Ran's blood was drawn, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. His Ranran was already so thin. How long would it take for her to recover after losing so much blood?
Wen Ran seemed to sense his worry. She lifted her head and gave him a comforting smile, lightheartedly saying, "I have plenty of blood. Donating a bit is no problem."
After the incident with the blood draw, when going for the next examination, Wen Ran no longer allowed Mo Xiuchen to accompany her. Instead, she let him wait outside.
She was afraid he would scare off the doctors or nurses for some reason or another.
