Inside the delivery room.
Dean Wu tightly held down Gu Yanshen's arm, with veins bulging on the back of his hand.
"Gu Yanshen! You've lost your mind! What you're doing is suicide!"
The nurse held the needle, her hands trembling so much that she couldn't get it into the vein.
"Mr. Gu... Please... If you draw any more blood, it could kill you..."
Gu Yanshen lay on the blood donation chair, his lips devoid of any color.
He didn't look at Dean Wu; his gaze pierced through the wall toward the direction of the operating room next door.
With a hoarse voice, he said, "Do it."
The voice was soft, yet carried an unquestionable command.
Dean Wu was so angry that his chest heaved violently.
"Do you think you're made of iron? 800cc! Do you think that's just water? This is suicide for you!"
Gu Yanshen slowly turned his head and looked at Dean Wu.
"I said it."
"If she dies, I won't live either."
All of Dean Wu's words got stuck in his throat in an instant.
At that moment.
"Bang!"
