Meng Xing didn't want to say more and said to Su Nuannuan, "Rest well, someone will bring you blood-replenishing soup at noon, and we won't draw blood for the next few days. Don't worry."
Su Nuannuan nodded and said, "Understood."
As long as I don't die, it's fine.
Her expectations had really reached the lowest point.
Moreover, she truly hoped she could awaken the uncle who was lying there.
The blood drawn out quickly replenished back to her.
After a nap, Su Nuannuan rejuvenated and didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere, with no significant impact.
The next day, Meng Xing came again in the morning to invite her out for a run.
He asked if she felt unwell and if she could run.
Su Nuannuan shook her head and said, "It's okay."
Meng Xing's gaze became complicated, "You'll have to bear with it for a while..."
"Has that uncle's health improved somewhat?"
Only then did Su Nuannuan realize, her blood could actually save a life.
She felt rather novel.
