A doctor quickly emerged from An Wei's room and began speaking as he walked. "Miss An, the young master's condition has escalated. He urgently needs a blood transfusion."
"Ah Rong?"
Upon hearing the doctor's words, An Xiangrong felt a bit dizzy. At her side, Lin Baobao was quick to support her.
Shaking her hand, An Xiangrong managed a smile at Lin Baobao, "I'm okay."
She then turned to the doctor, "How long can we wait at most?"
"One hour. The young master must be rushed to the hospital immediately. Once he enters the operating room, he must receive a blood transfusion."
"All right, I understand."
With these words, An Xiangrong got up from the sofa. As she left, Mu Yan watched her retreating figure, clenching his fist.
Gently pushing the door open, An Xiangrong looked at An Wei, lying on the bed.