Feng Zhihe looked at An An lying on the hospital bed, her lips devoid of any blood color.
"Tell me, what's going on? How did An An end up like this?"
Su Ningyan frowned slightly and sighed, "Mingfei is seriously injured this time. Ordinary medicine might make it difficult for him to even sit up. There's an old remedy that requires the blood of someone dearly loved as a medicinal guide. I thought it was just drawing some blood, but I didn't expect she would keep it from us, using her heart's blood as the medicine guide."
Upon hearing this, Feng Zhihe's tears fell, "How can this silly girl be so foolish? We are Mingfei's closest family, already at this age. If blood is needed, take ours. If anything happens to her, how can we explain it to Mingfei? How can we explain it to you all?"
At this moment, An An's fingers moved slightly, and after a while, she woke up.
Opening her eyes, there was still a feeling of the world spinning, a cry sounded in her ears.
"An An… An An..."
