Yan Luoxi saw his hesitation, and she exploded in anger on the spot, "Do you really have any genuine feelings for Xiaolian? If not, don't pretend to be a romantic saint here."
"Luoxi, don't be mad, what if you upset your health?" Fu Lun looked at her pacing back and forth, feeling distressed.
Yan Luoxi was about to speak when she saw a nurse come out. The nurse said, "The patient has lost a lot of blood and needs type A blood. The blood bank is low on stock. Do you have any friends with type A blood you can call to donate?"
Yan Luoxi raised her hand, "I'm type A blood, take mine."
Fu Lun hurriedly pulled her hand down, "Luoxi, your health isn't good, you shouldn't donate blood. Nurse, I'm also type A blood, take mine."
"Follow me for a check-up. If you're type A, you can donate immediately." The nurse led the way.
Fu Lun squeezed the back of Yan Luoxi's hand, "Luoxi, this mess is my doing, I'll take responsibility for Xiaolian. You wait here, I'll be right back."
