The doctor strode over, looked at my deathly pale face, and then at the bloodstains still wet at the corner of my mouth, and couldn't help but frown.
The moment the cold needle pierced my skin, a sharp pain sent a shiver through me, and I instinctively gripped Liam's sleeve. A sharp, agonizing pain shot through my heart, making my vision blur and rendering me unable to utter a sound.
In my hazy state, I heard the doctor's slightly worried voice, full of helplessness: "Liam, Madam's condition is really bad. Her hemoglobin level is already at a critical level. We can't draw too much blood, or she will die!"
You will die.
These three words, though seemingly light, struck my already fragile nerves like a heavy hammer.
I struggled to lift my eyes and looked at Liam standing to the side.
His eyes were as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth when they fell upon me. He impatiently interrupted the doctor, his voice filled with a ruthlessness I had never seen before: "Stop talking! Draw as much blood as Vanessa needs!"