Early the next morning.
Qiao Yuxian was still asleep, and Huang Qi came to draw blood again.
Gu Yanjing sat by the bed, holding her hand, gently rolling up her sleeve, then holding her arm, waiting for Huang Qi to administer the needle.
Normally, Qiao Yuxian would sleep soundly without waking.
Usually, you have to call her for a while to get her up to eat or take medicine.
Today, as soon as Huang Qi's needle pierced her skin, she woke up.
Her arm instinctively moved a little.
Gu Yanjing quickly used a bit of force and then looked at her.
Qiao Yuxian opened her eyes, dazed for a few seconds, stared straight at him, and when she realized what was happening, she smiled at him.
Gu Yanjing smiled back at her.
Neither of them spoke.
Huang Qi quickly drew three vials of blood and withdrew the needle.
Gu Yanjing skillfully pressed the cotton ball onto the site.
Huang Qi took her pulse again and asked about her physical condition.
