You have to give me a holiday

A complex emotion flickered in the depths of Ye Anqi's eyes.

He disregarded Ye Rumeng's life and death, could he really be just concerned about her health?

Impossible, someone as cold-blooded as him couldn't possibly care about her.

There had to be another reason...

The needle pierced into the vein in Ye Anqi's arm.

Bright red blood flowed through the tubing into the blood bag, and Ye Anqi turned her head away after just one glance.

Ya Shitian stood to the side, exuding a low pressure.

He had seen countless amounts of blood and was long accustomed to the color of it, yet this time he felt a bit uncomfortable.

The 400CC blood bag was quickly more than half full...

With a slight frown on his handsome brow, Ya Shitian called out to stop it, "Enough!"

The doctor looked up, "But Ms. Ye needs more blood..."

"I said enough, don't you understand?!" Ya Shitian's eyes narrowed dangerously.