Harry Hunter's icy and stern gaze swept over: "Say that again?"
Johan Niles felt his scalp tingle, too scared to take a breath, and gritted his teeth: "This is for Isabella's good. We can test the drug content in her body. If, by any chance, the content is too high, the child...can't be kept."
Harry Hunter's heart suddenly felt excruciating pain!
She loves children so much, finally having one, she'll surely be very happy when she wakes up.
But if there's a problem...
Harry Hunter didn't dare to think further.
His eyes turned red: "Draw it, but don't draw too much!"
Johan Niles agreed, thankful for his solid professional skills. Under Harry Hunter's blade-like gaze, his hands didn't tremble as he quickly and steadily drew blood from Isabella Weaver's white porcelain-like skin.
He withdrew the needle, pressed a disinfected cotton swab, and the swab was immediately stained with bright red blood.
Harry Hunter was unsatisfied: "Incompetent doctor, you made her bleed!"
