After a moment of silence, Lihu replied, "I don't know. Drawing another tube will exceed the burden on your body. Some ordinary people may die from excessive blood loss, while others may survive. I can't say for sure. I dare not make that conclusion."
"No need." Before Lihu could finish his sentence, a dry, cold voice interrupted, filled with anger and determination, sending a shiver down everyone's spine.
"You can't get up, boss." Lihu, standing beside Di Mo, saw Di Mo slowly opening his eyes and trying to sit up, but he quickly pressed him back down.
Di Mo glanced sideways at Lily, who was lying beside him, her pale face and weak body making him furrow his brow. He had never seen Lily so weak before. Even when she was in pain, she was always spirited. Now, seeing her in such a fragile state, he felt uncomfortable.
"Di, you still need another dose of serum. Otherwise..."