"Why?" Li Tingshen furrowed his brows, "Time is of the essence; saving the child is what's important, and my body is very healthy. You don't need to worry that there's anything wrong with my blood."
Gu Mian grasped his hand and slowly applied pressure, repeating hoarsely, "You can't give Niannian a blood transfusion..."
"Gu Mian!" Li Tingshen said sternly, "Lives are at stake, now is not the time for you to be at odds with me!"
The doctor also spoke urgently, "Any blood that's not from a direct relative can be used. Don't waste any more time! We are racing against the reaper here!"
Li Tingshen directly pushed Gu Mian's hand away and said to the nurse, "Let's go."
Gu Mian rushed forward and grabbed him, shouting in a breaking voice, "I told you that you can't give Niannian a blood transfusion—don't you understand?!"
Li Tingshen knit his eyebrows, about to speak, but the next second, as if suddenly making a connection, he stared at Gu Mian's eyes in disbelief.
