Qiao Nian smiled coldly and said, "Alright, call someone from the operating theater over now. We'll ask him in person."
At that moment, Li Na walked in with the pills.
Li Na was sensitive to the strange atmosphere in the room. Her heart skipped a beat and she swallowed nervously. "Mr. Lu, your medicine!"
When Song Yue saw Li Na, her eyes lit up.
Li Na, the young nurse, looked like a yes-man. She probably wouldn't lie.
Song Yue smiled sweetly and said to Li Na gently, "Miss Li Na."
Li Na's heart was in her throat when she heard Song Yue calling her. Then, she pretended to be calm and turned to look at Song Yue. She asked politely, "Miss Song, what can I do for you?"
Song Yue went straight to the point. "I have a very important question to ask you. You have to tell the truth. If you lie, don't blame me for being rude. When Mr. Lu was undergoing surgery, did Qiao Nian donate blood to Mr. Lu?"
