"Hold her down and give Lingling a blood transfusion quickly."
A cold voice without any warmth suddenly sounded. Zhao Hexuan raised his eyes slightly and stared at Mu Yuanke. His eyes were filled with coldness, while the medical staff in white on the side had quick hands and feet and obediently held down Mu Yuanke's hands.
A wry smile emerged from the corners of his lips.
"There's no need for this. Just let go. I won't resist."
A cold snort sounded in the cold and suffocating air.
She knew who sent it.
It was that man, there was no mistaking it, I had heard this voice too many times.
At this moment, he must look down on himself.
A sharp stabbing pain came from the nerve endings where the back of the hand connected with the wrist. The woman on the bed felt that all the strength in her body was exhausted, and her body instantly collapsed...
