Just as Nalan Ye Jue was about to climb the steps.
The little woman in his arms suddenly moved.
Qin Xin opened her eyes, her big eyes blinking once: "What are you doing?"
Nalan Ye Jue's gaze tightened: "Taking you to the operating room for emergency treatment."
Qin Xin: "This wheelchair can't go up the steps."
Nalan Ye Jue: "Your husband has hands, I can climb up."
Qin Xin: "...Then I'll climb up myself."
She struggled out of his arms and set upright the wheelchair he'd knocked over: "You sit properly. What are you climbing for, it looks awful."
Nalan Ye Jue: "..."
Looking at the little woman covered in blood yet still bouncing around helping him with his wheelchair, he felt a moment of suffocation.
Then he slowly spoke: "Let me see your wound."
Qin Xin looked calm, casually pulling a blood bag out from her clothes: "Isn't it super realistic? The blood's real, rabbit blood. The lab's expired stock, I took it all, not wasting a drop."
Nalan Ye Jue: "..."
