"What?" Su Peiyuan asked, puzzled.
Mo Jun said earnestly, "I have a friend whose medical skills are indeed very good. Since he can't see Little Ping'an, I was thinking, could we take some blood back for testing and have him help analyze it? Don't worry, I'll only draw a little bit of blood."
Su Zhan immediately said with distress, "Look at my baby, with such thin arms and legs, and such a weak body. Every drop of his blood is precious. How long will it take for him to recover if you draw more out?"
Mo Jun knew that too, Little Ping'an was too frail.
Although his body proportions looked good and he didn't seem shorter than other children his age, he was indeed very frail.
Seemingly understanding Mo Jun's intent, Little Ping'an suddenly lifted his little arm to signal her, "Draw..."
Mo Jun and the others were momentarily stunned.
The little guy said with determination, "Draw, draw!"