The weather wasn't cold, but her constitution had become very sensitive to cold.
It was time, but Ye Rumeng still hadn't woken up.
The doctor made a stern decision, "We must give the patient a blood transfusion now, or it will be too late."
The atmosphere in the office suddenly became stifling.
To give Ye Rumeng a blood transfusion, where would the blood come from?
It had to come from Ye Anqi.
Ya Shitian immediately refused without a second thought, "She's going to die sooner or later, so why waste the effort to save her?"
Bei Jingtang remained silent.
Ye Anqi said to the doctor, "Start the blood draw now."
Ya Shitian glared at her darkly, "Ye Rumeng is going to die sooner or later. You might save her temporarily, but can you save her for a lifetime?!"
Ye Anqi smiled, "Saving her temporarily is still saving her."
"No way! Your health is very poor right now, it's not suitable for you to give her a blood transfusion."
