The two of them followed the nurse to the place for blood draws.
The nurse rolled up her sleeve.
Watching the needle pierce the vein in her arm, the bright red blood gradually flowed through the thin tube into the test tube.
Jiayin swallowed hard, mustered up the courage, and asked the nurse.
"Tell me the truth, am I about to die?"
The nurse who brought her over gave her a weird look, "Why would being pregnant mean you're going to die?"
"What?"
"What?"
Jiayin suddenly stood up, and Ye Wuge asked simultaneously.
"Oh, don't move, you're bleeding." The little nurse drawing blood hurriedly grabbed a cotton swab and pressed it on Jiayin's arm where the needle was.
Hearing this, Ye Wuge didn't have time to worry about anything else, and quickly pressed Jiayin back into the seat.
Excitedly grabbing the nurse's arm, "What did you just say? What's wrong with her?"
"Pregnant." The little nurse looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"Pregnant?" Ye Wuge asked incredulously again.
