Zhuo Feng was very worried, but unfortunately, she was not trained in medicine and could not care for Miss herself.
The next morning, when Chen Ziling came in, he noticed Zhuo Anan's complexion was even worse.
Her fair face had even darker circles under her eyes, and she was wearing the same clothes as before, showing she hadn't changed.
"An An, are you okay? Do you need a break?"
"Of course, I need a break, quickly, draw the blood."
She was almost dead tired, but now the Poison Insect was about to mature; at such a critical moment, she couldn't afford to be careless, lest all previous efforts be wasted.
Chen Ziling drew half a bowl of blood again, watching Zhuo Anan pale-faced as she walked inside.
The father was still unconscious, unaware of the methods Zhuo Anan was using.
Just seeing her like this made him feel somewhat guilty.
If it weren't for the father, she wouldn't be so exhausted.
An An took the blood drawn from Chen Ziling, watching the Poison Insect slowly form.
