Chapter 2112

Although Mu Xiaojiu has acted independently his whole life, not liking others to influence him,

he knows in his heart that the girl will only listen to Nangong Xu on this matter.

No matter how strong he is, in this regard, he has no authority to speak of.

After all, he is not a doctor.

So, in this matter, Nangong Xu saying a single word is better than him saying a hundred.

Yet, Nangong Xu still shook his head, “Mr. Xiaojiu, this time I can’t listen to you.”

“Then get me another doctor.” Mu Xiaojiu snorted coldly.

Nangong Xu didn’t mind his words; after following Mr. Xiaojiu for so many years, he had long understood his temper.

“If you change doctors, he’ll only try desperately to draw all the blood from your girl.”

Mu Xiaojiu pressed his thin, cold lips together, saying nothing.

Nangong Xu continued to persuade, “As long as Mr. Xiaojiu recovers completely this time and the poison doesn’t relapse, it would be the best outcome for Xiaxia.”

“If Mr. Xiaojiu insists on stopping the blood transfusion and gets better for a while, should the poison suddenly resurge in a couple of days, I’m afraid that girl would rather drain all the blood from her own body to save you.”

Mu Xiaojiu still said nothing, but it felt as if a piece of his heart was being painfully torn.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, what Nangong Xu said are the facts.

He’s not a pretentious person, nor does he want to do pretentious things, but his heart truly aches…

…

When Baili Xia returns, the atmosphere in the room feels particularly heavy.

Nangong Xu is sitting on the sofa, while Mu Xiaojiu is leaning on the bed, the two having no bit of interaction.

Baili Xia restrains her expression, even though she doesn’t know what they were just talking about, she can roughly guess.

She walks to the bathroom, brings Mu Xiaojiu mouthwash to rinse out his mouth.

She then wipes his face and hands clean with a towel before bringing over breakfast.

“Uncle, hurry up and eat.”

Mu Xiaojiu doesn’t move, he just quietly watches her.

With that look, Baili Xia doesn’t need to guess to know what he wants to do.

She pouts, then places the tray on the bedside table.

Reaching out, she picks up a bowl, gently scoops a spoonful of porridge, and brings it to his lips.

“Eat up.”

The sick are the most important, no matter what, they’ll talk after he gets better.

Mu Xiaojiu obediently opens his mouth and eats the porridge.

Baili Xia, serving Mu Xiaojiu this way in front of Nangong Xu, feels indescribably awkward inside.

Though Uncle has an IV in his hand, making it indeed inconvenient to eat by himself.

But he is inherently such a domineering person, completely ignoring whether or not there are others around.

Nangong Xu seems used to this situation, just quietly waiting on the side.

Once Mu Xiaojiu finishes breakfast, Nangong Xu stands up and says to Baili Xia, “Come on, I’ll draw your blood.”

“Okay.” Baili Xia helps Mu Xiaojiu lie back on the bed, then walks over to the sofa with delicate steps.

No trace of hesitation in her manner, causing the piece of Mu Xiaojiu’s heart to clench painfully a few more times without reason.

Nangong Xu has already prepared the blood drawing tools and is about to insert the needle into Baili Xia’s arm when a cold voice comes from the bed.

“Take less.”

Nangong Xu glances at him without responding.

He must ensure he can neutralize the poison in his body while also ensuring this girl’s health remains intact.

The amount he needs to take, he knows in his heart.

Baili Xia’s heart warms slightly, even though Uncle is being somewhat unreasonable by keeping her by his side right now.

But he always thinks of her, worries about her.

Once Nangong Xu finishes drawing her blood and hangs the blood bag, he leaves the room.