Mr. Song, please stop being abusive. Madam, she is getting married for the second time.

"Doctor, draw her blood!"

Song Wenjing grabbed Shi Sheng's arm and placed it on the blood draw window, speaking in an urgent tone.

"How much?" the medical staff asked.

"Pump as much as you need." Song Wenjing said without thinking.

The medical staff skillfully tied the tourniquet and when the blood collection needle found the right blood vessel and was about to plunge it in, Shi Sheng suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Sorry, I don't donate blood." Shi Sheng rolled up his sleeves, stood up and left.

When her wrist was grabbed, Song Wenjing frowned and said impatiently, "What's wrong with you! Zhen Zhen is injured and needs a blood transfusion!"

The tip of Shi Sheng's nose felt sore, and she couldn't suppress the sour emotion in her heart. "What does Wen Yizhen's injury and needing a blood transfusion have to do with me?"

Today was supposed to be their third anniversary. He hurried home and took her directly to the hospital, but he ended up giving Wen Yizhen a blood transfusion.

Song Wenjing frowned and pulled her back to the blood drawing window. "Stop making trouble. If you have anything else to do, wait until the blood drawing is finished."

Shi Sheng threw his hand away with a firm attitude, "I will never donate blood to her again! Song Wenjing, let's get a divorce."

Song Wenjing was stunned at first, then her expression gradually stiffened, "What did you say?"

"We have been married for three years, and I have been Wen Yizhen's mobile blood bank for three years. Do you have to drain my blood to be satisfied?"

In the past three years, her body has become extremely weak. She is tired. Let's get together and relax. She can no longer love her.

Song Wenjing looked at Shi Sheng, with many complicated emotions in his eyes. After a while, he said: "This is the last time. I will find a blood donor with RH negative blood as soon as possible."

Shi Sheng snorted coldly. Sure enough, he was only thinking about Wen Yizhen.

Even though the doctor had reminded her several times that she was severely anemic and could no longer donate blood frequently, he didn't care.

Shi Sheng looked at Song Wenjing, but there was no warmth in her eyes. She said decisively: "I can give her a blood transfusion. The condition is that you divorce me. If you agree, I will draw blood immediately."

After today, she didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

"No, I won't divorce you, can you please stop making trouble, human life is important!"

"What does her life have to do with me? It's not me who caused her to be like this."

Shi Sheng laughed angrily at his virgin appearance. She was the fault of everything. She really needed to see an ophthalmologist. Why did she fall in love with such a blind man?

Seeing that the atmosphere was deadlocked, the nurse next to her reminded anxiously: "Mr. Song, the patient's condition is quite critical now, do you think?"

Hearing this, Song Wenjing even said angrily: "Are you really going to be so cruel?"

"Just tell me whether you agree or not." Shi Sheng was very calm, her sad expression had calmed down. She was not in a hurry, and she was sure that this bitch would definitely agree.

Song Wenjing gritted his teeth. He didn't think Shi Sheng really wanted to divorce him, but was just jealous. "Okay, I agree!"

"Okay, don't forget to sign the divorce agreement."

Shi Sheng was already disappointed with him, so she turned back to the blood drawing table, inserted the blood collection needle into the blood vessel, and the blood flowed down the tube into the blood bag.

By the time the blood was drawn, Shi Sheng's face was pale and there was no trace of blood on his lips.

She stood up, and the strong dizziness made her stagger. Song Wenjing reached out to support her in time.

The two came to Wen Yizhen's ward, and when they saw Shi Sheng's pale face, a sneer flashed in her eyes.

"Sister Shi Sheng, I'm troubling you again." Wen Yizhen said delicately, with a guilty look on her face.

With this green tea look again, Shi Sheng sneered. She pushed Song Wenjing away, walked to Wen Yizhen, and pulled off the gauze on her head.

"Ah -" Wen Yizhen was so frightened by Shi Sheng's actions that she screamed and said with red eyes and aggrieved face, "Sister Shi Sheng, what are you doing?"

"It's just a skin scratch and I need a blood transfusion. Miss Wen is really precious! If I delay donating blood for a while, the wound will probably be healed, right?"

Song Wenjing looked at Wen Yizhen's forehead. There was a little scratch on the left corner of her forehead, not even a trace of blood. There was no need for blood transfusion at all.

He frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Zhenzhen, what's going on? Didn't you say that you fell down the stairs and lost too much blood and needed a blood transfusion?"

After being yelled at by him, Wen Yizhen bit her delicate lips, her wet eyes turned slightly red, and said aggrievedly, "Brother Wen Jing, I..."

Shi Sheng couldn't see her aggrieved look and interrupted, "Not only this time, even last time you cut your finger and asked me to draw blood. Wen Yizhen, you have to transfuse so much blood. Don't you be afraid?" Death of heart failure?”

"I..." After being scolded by Shi Sheng for a while, Wen Yizhen's face turned blue and white, and she couldn't say a word.

Song Wenjing's expression was cold, and a hint of anger surged in the depths of her black eyes, "Zhenzhen, is everything Shi Sheng said true?"