Where's Qiao Nian's Blood Bag?

Xu Qian looked to be in her thirties. She exuded a gentle aura and gave off a very safe and reliable feeling.

Xu Qian was not from MY, but for her to be able to be the head nurse of this hospital, there must be something special about her. She must be very professional.

Qiao Nian's eyes darted around as she said gently to Xu Qian, "Miss Xu, can you promise me something?"

Xu Qian's gaze landed on Qiao Nian's face. "Miss Qiao, please speak. If I can do it, I will try my best."

Although Xu Qian hated that she was mistress, she still admired Qiao Nian's medical skills.

No doctor in the world was younger and more capable than Qiao Nian.

Qiao Nian didn't want to beat around the bush. She went straight to the point. "Miss Xu, I hope you won't tell Lu Zhu about my blood transfusion."

Xu Qian was slightly taken aback by Qiao Nian's words.

Qiao Nian's expression was serious, as if she had no intention of lying.