Blood rose into the air like rain, accompanied by weak wails and mournful sobs.

This time, even the ghostly howls had taken on a tone of grief and indignation. As the crimson flow gradually thinned, the family members no longer had the strength to struggle or glare in defiance.

They could only cry quietly. The soft sobs mixed with whispered pleas, barely audible. It was hard to comprehend what they were whispering about. 

Everyone had come here expecting to attend a feast, yet before they had even seen the banquet, they were on the verge of becoming the meal themselves. Tears welled up in all the crimson eyes. The creatures were almost choking with emotion. 

Stop taking our blood, stop taking it! Our lives matter too, damn it! Does your hospital only care about the patient? Do you not care at all whether everyone else lives or dies?!

Unfortunately, reality was often disappointing. Indeed, it was as they thought.

“Bad...” 

The moment Ji Jue spoke again, Mr. Qian didn’t even wait for him to finish. He immediately waved his hand and said, “Transfuse!”

On his blood-covered, stitched-together face, a trace of relief and admiration appeared within the exaggerated smile that had once been filled with malice. As he watched the figure fighting tirelessly at the operating table to save both mother and child, it was as though he were witnessing a radiant future rising before his eyes.

With doctors like this, how could...