The girl's delicate arm had a needle inserted for a nutrient infusion.
In her other hand, a man with gold-rimmed glasses was drawing her blood.
Blood continuously flowed from the girl's body into a blood bag, and her once rosy cheeks gradually became pale, making her look like a lifeless doll from a distance.
The man glanced at her, paused his blood-drawing action, removed the needle, and pressed down on the puncture site.
"Why did you stop? Is this amount of blood enough for my sister?" Gyor frowned and stood up from his chair, questioning the man with gold-rimmed glasses.
The man shrugged, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Don't say this amount of blood isn't enough for your sister. Even if this girl gives all her blood, it wouldn't be enough. We must take good care of her, and only when her blood level is sufficient can we perform the blood transfusion surgery!"
Gyor gritted his teeth, clenching his fist, "But what about my sister during this waiting period?"
