C187 Maltransfusion

The blood was still warm.

Ji Xinqing, on the other hand, felt a surge of fear from the bottom of her heart.

She looked down at the place she had just touched.

Meng Lanshan was wearing a red down jacket.

However, the color on the side of his waist was much darker than the other places.

"Doctor! Doctor! " Seeing the beads of sweat on Meng Lanshan's forehead