Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"No matter how much you need money, but this thing is impossible to do."

"You should know what blood means to a person. Money is not life."

The doctor advised the pale woman in front of her that she would not agree with her to sell blood, because she was too thin and pitiful,

Xia Ruoxin still put her arms on the table and raised her eyes. There were too many sad eyes in those eyes. She smiled weakly, "I understand what you mean, maybe for many people Money is not life, but it is for me to come, because, I have to save my daughter, she gave birth less than a month, she was waiting for my help, she is sick now, she needs me, and I You also need money. "

"Please, can you help me? I can be dead, but I can't live without a daughter."

She clenched her weak left hand, and a drop of tears fell from her eyes, dripping onto her chin. If it was not a last resort, how could she make such a choice, because she really did not have Anyway, she has no relatives, she has no money, she dare not even go back to the city where she was born, and even dare not to find a previous acquaintance. She is afraid, she is afraid that she will be known by that person, and then, that One would hurt her child.

The male doctor stood up and looked at the window with his arms around. There are too many poor people in this world. There are always such dilemmas and reasons.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, with an extra serious look on his face, and a pair of eyes hidden in the lens seemed to show a kind of sharpness that could not be said.

Maybe he is not as simple as a doctor, maybe he is not good.

Xia Ruo nodded heartily.

There was a slight smile on the corner of her lips, she obviously wanted to cry, but she always smiled hard. Life is too unfair to her, but as long as her little rain will be fine, everything else she can bear.

The doctor sat down again, and there was a faint dark blue luster in the black eyes. His facial features are excellent. When he laughs, it feels very gentle, but when he doesn't laugh, it seems to be Some inaccessible distances.

"It hurts," he took out a very thick needle tube from the box on the side, and it was even comparable to her weak hand bowl. She knew it would hurt, but she was not afraid.

She shook her head with a grudge without grudge in her eyes, so that she could be rich, her raindrops would be fine, and there would be no such pain, she was so small, and she would rather have all The pain was all on herself, not her daughter, who had no father since birth.

The doctor took the needle tube and pulled her extremely thin arm, wondering if she would be stabbed to death.

His eyes sank, and the needle tube in his hand fell into her thin arm. Xia Ruoxin flashed his eyes gently, watching the red blood flowing out of the needle tube. Her blood was still warm. Hot blood.

She clenched her hands gently, the needle was quite thick, but it didn't hurt so much, but she felt that her physical strength also left.

She closed her eyes lightly, not knowing how long it had passed, her arms lightened. A big warm hand was placed on her arm.