An Chuxue shook her head: "In theory, there isn't any."
Blood exchange itself is already against common sense. As a doctor, in her objective understanding, such a thing is simply impossible to succeed.
An Chuxue held Han Jing's hand, her eyes red: "Mirror, if you want to cry, just cry, don't keep it all in and harm yourself..."
But Han Jing still had a blank expression, lost in thought.
After a long time, a light returned to Han Jing's hollow eyes: "Since we can't think of a solution, let's not think about it. I always believe that if Su Yu dared to make such a decision, then he is confident enough that he can do it. I trust him, and I trust Yun Feng's abilities. I initially tried my best, hoping things wouldn't get worse, but it seems that I can't be of any help at all."
She was worried that Su Yu would die from excessive blood loss, but Su Yu is such a capable person, he wouldn't die so easily, absolutely not!
