The doctor also said, "Matilda, come quickly, Miss Song really needs you now."
Nan Xia asked, "What about the blood bank in the hospital? Are we still short on Type A blood?"
The doctor awkwardly said, "You're a doctor too, you should know that Type A blood is already in short supply, it can't be replenished quickly, at least it will take two or three days. Matilda, it's an emergency situation now, don't worry, we'll only take a little bit of your blood to save a life."
Ha...
She didn't believe them at all; she felt like they just wanted to drain her dry.
As a doctor, Nan Xia understood her own body too well; continuing to take her fresh blood could cause serious problems.
Feng Jingxuan saw her standing still and said displeased, "Saving lives is crucial, why are you still standing there?"
He didn't know that Nan Xia couldn't be bled anymore, or perhaps he knew, but simply didn't care.