Bab 490: Chapter 489: The Sorrow of the Little Nurse

The man had dug into his own face with his hands, his fingernails smeared with fresh blood, aimed directly at the Little Nurse's delicate and tender cheeks.

If he scraped the Little Nurse's skin with his nails, she would be at risk of contracting HIV.

"Please, please let me go...," the Little Nurse wept like rain hitting pear blossoms.

HIV. No one isn't afraid of it. No wonder nobody dared to step forward to save the nurse.

Wang Dadong also swallowed hard. Although his medical skills were remarkable, he couldn't guarantee that he could cure such a dreadful disease, and thus he didn't dare to act rashly.

After all, the man's fingers had already touched the Little Nurse's skin, and her skin was so delicate—that to act hastily might actually harm the Little Nurse instead.

"Don't be rash. If detected early and treated in time with the doctor's cooperation, you can still live for a long time," an old doctor tried to persuade.