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The broken Bugatsu stopped at the door and the doctor asked, "Did you guys get into a car accident as well? The hospital has sent a large number of accident victims, but they do not have enough blood bags, so they need blood transfusions on the spot. Which one is the relative, and who's the one with the same blood type coming to the emergency room? "

"She's a family member, but she's not in a good condition right now."

Mu Beihan frowned. Even if Yan Luoluo wanted to force the blood, the doctor would agree to it as well.

Without waiting for them to reply, Yan Luoluo already denied herself, "I can't give Fanfan blood transfusions. Our blood types are different.

Tears the size of beans rolled down Yan Luoluo's face. Seeing Yan Qingfan's pale face, she wished so much that she could bear the pain for Fanfan.

There was a blood transfusion on the spot. The blood type was not the same. There was no way for her to receive a blood transfusion! Right now, the person who could save Yan Qingfan was far off in the horizon, yet right before his eyes.

The sense of powerlessness enveloped Yan Luoluo, causing the doctors to be startled, saving others was their duty, since their family members' blood types did not match, they could just extract the blood types from the doctors and nurses.

An ice-cold hand rested on Mu Beihan's arm. Yan Luoluo's eyes were full of pleading, and said with a trembling voice: "Can you give Fanfan a blood transfusion? "My child!"

Save your child.

In the end, Yan Luoluo did not say the words that were stuck in her throat, but why did he want to save her own child!

Mu Beihan was stunned by her words. Without hesitation, he exposed his strong arm in front of the doctor, "Tap my blood."

The long needle pierced into the blood vessel, and the blood flowed through the vein into Yan Qingfan's body.

Seeing the two people's blood fuse together just like that, Mu Beihan felt a little happiness in the bottom of his heart. It was not only because he had saved Fanfan, but also because his blood had flowed out of Fanfan's body in the future.

Seeing that Yan Qingfan's face was gradually turning red, Yan Luoluo felt relieved, her tensed mind relaxed, her vision went dark, and she immediately fainted.

It was already two days later when Yan Luoluo woke up again.

She sniffed the faint smell of disinfectant. It was as if her body was no longer hers. It was the same feeling she had five years ago. It made her feel scared.

"You're awake?"

Mu Beihan stood at the side and carefully raised the bed up so that she could sit more comfortably. Yan Luoluo looked around, but she could not even see Yan Qingfan's little figure.

A hand tweaked the corner of her blanket, and a low voice sounded in his ears, "Take good care of yourself. Fanfan is fine, don't worry."

It was just one sentence from Mu Beihan, but it made him feel relieved.

Yan Luoluo bit the corner of her mouth, and said with a small voice to thank him: "Thank you, for saving Fanfan."

Mu Beihan paused for a moment, then asked without answering, "How did you know I can give the Fanfan blood transfusion?"

"When I looked up your information online, I found that you and Fanfan have the same blood type."

Yan Luoluo shrunk her neck back, his gaze dodging a bit as she did not dare meet his unfathomable eyes.

"So you've investigated me. Didn't you say you weren't interested in me?"

His fingers slowly moved along the corner of the blanket, following her exquisite face and moving towards her dry and chapped lips, gently caressing it with his fingertips.

"I just have a better understanding of the work I did. Knowing yourself and knowing your opponent is the best I can do." Yan Luoluo stiffly explained.