Master Jiu's little sweetheart is a bit fierce

Wen Tingyi didn't seem convinced by Tang Wan's attitude, but it was just for Shen Mohan's sake.

Wen Tingyi's face darkened, and he turned his back. He wanted to see your old friend, but there was no way!

Tang Wan watched him turn his back, she didn't seem to want to take her to see Shen Mohan, she turned to him and pressed him.

"Wen Tingyi, what do you mean? You slapped me too. I beg you too. What else do you want?"

Logan no longer has the patience to waste time with him, she is now a person who is not afraid of death, so she is afraid of losing face.

Facing Tang Wan's pressing questions, Wen Tingyi felt it was ridiculous, this woman is really changeable, she can change her temperament after a while, she can act anything for a man.

"I see that you are so emotional, it's better to wait to visit his grave."

Wen Tingyi said it calmly, Tang Wan was so angry that her heart burst into flames, but she was helpless against him, she really wanted to bump him to death!

Just when she had this thought, the door of the emergency room opened and a nurse came out.

"Who is Anya's family member?"

Hearing the sound, Wen Tingyi stepped forward and asked, "How is she doing?"

"The patient is severely anemic and needs blood transfusion, type A blood."

Tang Wan, who was at the side, heard that she had type A blood, and turned around silently. Just two steps away, Wen Tingyi stopped her.

"Logan, why are you running? Come back to me!"

Logan paused for a moment, pretending not to hear, and continued walking. She has type A blood, but she would not give that woman a blood transfusion. Besides, she just gave her daughter a blood transfusion, and she was still weak.

"You are blood type A, right?" Wen Tingyi suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

"No, I have type B blood."

Even if you sell blood, you won't lose to that woman!

Wen Tingyi ignored her words and directly handed her over to the female nurse.

"Test her blood type."

"Wen Tingyi, you bastard! My blood is still up to you."

Tang Wan struggled to free her hand, but Wen Tingyi clamped her wrist again.

"It seems that you have type A blood."

"If I didn't pay attention to you, I'd really let you run away. It's your responsibility to take care of Anya. You should rush to transfuse her."

When Tang Wan didn't cooperate, Wen Tingyi dragged her to the operating room, and personally pressed her hand on the table.

"Doctor, if you have type A blood, you can draw more. This woman is physically strong and energetic, and she can fully bear it."

"Wen Tingyi, you..."

"If you talk too much, I'll let the doctor drain your blood!"

Wen Tingyi pinched her cheek with the other hand, which made her unable to speak even if she wanted to, and could only struggle with moaning.

The doctor took a little to test, and when the test was completed, he came to announce the good news.

"Master Jiu, it happens to be type A blood."

Wen Tingyi pinched Logan's cheek even harder.

"Then draw more, so that she won't have to make trouble with her teeth and claws every day."

The doctor looked at Tang Wan who was being pressed on the chair by Wen Tingyi, his face seemed a little uneasy, so he followed the procedure and first brought her a blood pressure measuring instrument to test.

When Wen Tingyi saw that the doctor needed to measure blood pressure and check other things, he became impatient.

"Blood is drawn directly, and those troublesome procedures are saved."

The doctor was slightly taken aback, did Master Jiu treat the woman he sent to the ward so casually?

Seeing Wen Tingyi's impatient look, the doctor didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he prepared Tang Wan to draw blood according to his wishes.

Tang Wan's right hand was pinned on the table by Wen Tingyi, unable to move. The blood-drawing needle pierced the blood vessel in her arm coldly. At that time, the glaring red liquid would continuously flow into the finger-thick tube.

It didn't take long for one tube to be filled. When the doctor was about to replace the second tube, Tang Wan stretched out her unfettered hand, and swiftly removed the blood-drawing needle from the crook of her arm.

"Logan, you are courting death!"

Wen Tingyi cursed loudly, but Tang Wan's hand clamped on Tang Wan's cheek was held by Tang Wan and bit him hard.

Wen Tingyi let go of his hand in pain, but Tang Wan took the opportunity to get up and wanted to escape, but she didn't want her right hand to be still being dragged by Wen Tingyi.

When she got up, Wen Tingyi pushed her to sit down, grabbed her left hand and clasped it on the back. Her entire upper body was pressed against the table. Whenever she struggled, the hand clasped on the back would be broken. A bone-like pain.

"Keep pumping!"

Wen Tingyi gave orders coldly, the doctor watched her coldly and continued to draw blood.

Her face was forced to stick to the table, and she watched ferociously as the blood-drawing needle pierced her arm again, sucking out the blood tube after tube.

When taking the fourth tube, the doctor glanced at Tang Wan's pale face, and said to Wen Tingyi.

"It's almost enough, Master Jiu can let her go."

Wen Tingyi looked at Logan's fierce eyes, and said indifferently.

"Continue to smoke."

With Wen Tingyi's words, the doctor took away two more tubes of Tang Wan's blood.

Logan's eyes closed heavily, her struggle was useless anyway, she stopped struggling when her hands were clasped behind her back.

Seeing that Tang Wan's face was ashen and her eyelids didn't tremble, the doctor became a little anxious.

"Master Jiu, there is more than enough blood."

"Are you sure enough is enough?"

Wen Tingyi's eyes were fiery, and he looked at the doctor who was drawing blood.

The doctor looked at Tang Wan worriedly, and said timidly: "Master Jiu, she...she seems to have passed out."

Wen Tingyi looked down at Logan, his face turned pale, as if he really was dying.

Wen Tingyi let go, and her hand hung on the edge of the table, and the half of her body that was attached to the table did not respond at all. At this moment, Wen Tingyi panicked.

"Show her what's wrong."

What's wrong?Isn't it obvious that there is too much blood drawn!
Tang Wan fell asleep for a day and a night before waking up. When she woke up, she was already in Wen Tingyi's villa.

The scene of drawing blood that day was vivid in my memory, even when Tang Wan woke up, she gritted her teeth with hatred, and just about to turn over to get up, but her whole body felt weak.

Depend on!
Tang Wan bit her back molars, and sat up on the bed with difficulty, the ice on the back of her hands was cold, and she felt a tingling pain when she sat up with her hands.

She turned her head and looked over, there was still a needle inserted in the back of her hand, and she looked up along the thread tube, and there was still a hanging bottle for her.

When she thought of giving Anya all those tubes of blood, she couldn't suppress the fire in her heart, and couldn't help but curse out loud.

"Fuck! Your uncle's dead green tea, don't let me seize the opportunity, or I will kill you!"

She had just finished cursing when the door was pushed open.

The nanny came in with a bowl of longan and red date soup, seeing Tang Wan's irritable face sitting on the bed, a trace of excitement appeared in her eyes.

"Miss Tang, this is the longan and red date soup that Master Jiu told you to make before he went to see Miss Anya."

"How come you come out, don't hesitate." Logan scolded coldly.

The nanny stopped and sneered at her.

"It's not that I want to come, Master Jiu is afraid that you will die in the villa and dirty the villa."

Tang Wan rolled her eyes coldly, and rudely pulled out the infusion needle on the back of her hand.

Seeing Logan turning over and getting off the bed, the nanny was inexplicably flustered, and couldn't help but took a step back, looking at Logan warily.

"What are you doing?"