Ye Anqi and Ye Rumeng's lives were now intertwined.
Maybe Rumeng would be fine, but who could know for sure?
Rumeng didn't understand what they were talking about and freed herself from Luo Zifeng, "I'm really alright, it won't take much."
This time, Luo Zifeng didn't refuse, "No more than 100CC, maximum."
"Last time Ye Anqi gave her 400." Ya Shitian lied without batting an eyelid.
Luo Zifeng snorted coldly, "No more than 200!"
Ye Rumeng: "..."
The luxurious VIP hospital room.
A crystal vase was placed on the windowsill, filled with a few vibrant lilies.
On the pristine white hospital bed, Ye Anqi lay quietly asleep.
Her thick, curled eyelashes were still, and her fair complexion was even paler, devoid of any color.
Several hours had passed, and she still hadn't woken up.
Actually, Ye Anqi's injury wasn't severe; it was just excessive blood loss.
After being treated, her body didn't have any major issues. All she needed was a week of rest, and she could be discharged.
