Early the next morning, around six o'clock, Zhuo Anan's biological clock promptly woke her up.
Zhuo Junyi was naturally accompanying her in the hospital. Extracting heart blood, after all, was a dangerous endeavor.
Today was already the fourth day, and Zhuo Junyi first brought her some food.
Drawing blood on an empty stomach. She was worried Anan might faint directly.
Now, looking at her pale face, she sighed, "An An, if my brother finds out I'm hiding this from him, he'll definitely have my head."
"Aunt, he won't. My dad is all thunder and no rain."
"You, eat something to settle your stomach first."
Anan drank a cup of hot milk, ate a sandwich, and then started the blood extraction.
She thought of Lu Mingfei lying in bed, and suddenly the knife wound felt like nothing.
If not for her, a proud man like him wouldn't be lying there like this.
In truth, he was more troubled inside than anyone else.
