"Sister Yuxin, you must save him." Shen Fei, having also heard that the patient's life was in grave danger, felt immense pain for this unconscious casualty. "His name is Liu Guang, like his name, he loves to smile and is only eighteen years old, freshly an adult, and this is his first time with our company. If you can save him, please try your utmost. And we can't bear the guilt of a death, especially one so young."
Tang Yuxin pressed her hand against her forehead.
"Lele, get a syringe."
"Oh..." Lin Yile obediently went to get a syringe.
Tang Yuxin rolled up her sleeves and stretched out her forearm.
"Yuxin, you..." Lin Yile nearly dropped the syringe in her hand. "What are you...?"
"Yeah, I'm O-type."
At this moment, Gu Ning reached over and pulled Tang Yuxin's arm back. "Draw my blood. Don't you remember, I'm also O-type?"
