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Luo Ying grabbed her phone from the bedside and dialed Jiang Ming's number.

Jiang Ming was on duty. He saw the incoming call and furrowed his brow. He had a bad feeling about it.

He entered Luo Ying's ward and pushed the door open, only to be startled by the scene before him.

Luo Ying leaned against the headboard. Her face was deathly pale. In such a short period of time, she had become so worn-out.

"Dr. Jiang, I need your help," Luo Ying managed to force a smile.

Jiang Ming looked at her with concern. Ever since Luo Ying started donating blood to Lu Zhao, he knew this day would come.

The blood volume in Luo Ying's body had significantly dropped below that of an average adult. Because of her unique blood type, blood transfusion was not an option for replenishment.

Her body had reached its limit. Her physical strength would plummet like a cliff, putting her life in imminent danger.