"Shut up!"
Before he could speak, Moses had already spoken in a low voice.
The doctor looked over in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" Moses shook his head, "As long as she needs it, take my blood, it's alright, I'm in good health."
Half an hour later, two bags of blood were packed in an insulated box and sent to the hospital.
Of course, this wasn't blood from the blood bank, but plasma that Mu Yunting helped him acquire from a nearby private hospital.
The doctors and nurses sighed with relief as they swapped the plasma for Moses's blood, and the bodyguards also felt at ease upon seeing the situation.
After all, Moses's health isn't as good as it used to be. They're only worried if the blood is drawn continuously, Yu Yao might be fine, but he could end up having issues.
After another ten minutes, Mu Yunting also arrived at the hospital and made his way to the emergency room.
