"No matter what, as long as there is hope, we must try."
Shen Yanhe put down the golden needle she was sterilizing and picked up a syringe to step forward.
When the young woman saw the syringe in her hand, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes that had shown little emotion. She slowly took steps backward.
Seeing this, Shen Yanhe halted and explained, "Don't be afraid, this is for drawing blood. I'll only take a little, it won't harm you."
The young woman stared intently at Shen Yanhe, making sure she wasn't lying. Only then did her feet, which had been moving backward, slowly come to a stop.
Shen Yanhe breathed a sigh of relief and quickly drew a small tube of blood from the woman, "Alright, Wu Fang, take her down and get her cleaned up."
Wu Fang looked at the young woman with a face full of amazement and nodded, "Okay."
"Miss, please follow me." Wu Fang made a gesturing motion with his hand.
