The blood extraction continued as before, just that this time, the rate of blood flow was slower than yesterday.
This slight change in speed might not be noticeable to a layman like Baili Xia.
However, Nangong Xu, who has studied medicine for many years, could clearly see it.
The little girl was still frail.
"Even though I'm not letting Nangong Yun take credit for your good deed, I won't tell Mr. Xiaojiu that you're the one saving her."
After extracting the blood, Nangong Xu looked at Baili Xia's somewhat pale face and reaffirmed his statement.
"I don't care." Baili Xia tried to stand up, but felt somewhat dizzy.
She had to remain seated for a while longer to regain her strength.
The words Uncle said to her yesterday might possibly remain etched in her memory forever.
If she's just a plaything in his heart, what difference would it make whether she talked about it or not?
She had no more extravagant hopes.
