When she saw the needle being pierced into her skin followed by the red blood flowing out of her body into the blood bag, Meredith broke down.
She did not know how much blood was taken from her body.
All she felt was that her head and body felt light.
In the end, Ysabelle put on an act and helped Meredith get back onto the bed. She then placed a thermos flask on a small table and said, “Meredith, I’ve made some chicken soup for you. Make sure you take them.”
Putting away the blood bags, Finn apologized to Meredith and left hurriedly.
The look on Ysabelle’s face changed again. Smirking, she said, “We need to make sure you’re healthy, after all, we still need your blood to save Yena. Am I right, Meredith?”
Laying on the bed, Meredith tried to make herself feel better.
“Meredith, this soup is really tasty. Would you like to try some?” Ysabelle asked as she placed the thermos flask in front of Meredith.
Meredith of course wanted to drink. In any case, she must drink the soup.
Struggling, she reached out her hands slowly but Ysabelle was one step ahead of her.
“Oops, my bad!” The thermos flask dropped on the floor, spilling the chicken soup all over.
Ysabelle burst into laughter, turned around, and left the room.
Closing her eyes tightly, Meredith lay down helplessly on her bed.
…
“Are there any signs of Yena waking up soon?” With his brow furrowed, Josiah asked as he stared at Yena who was lying still on the bed.
“Not yet,” answered Finn.
“Could it be that she’s not getting enough blood?”
“No, it’s not about the amount of blood. Miss Yena is unconscious as she hurt her head.”
Josiah remained silent.
For some reason, the air would always turn cold when Josiah stayed silent.
This side of Josiah tended to frighten Finn, but he could not help himself and asked, “Josiah, are you really not visiting Meredith?”
“Why should I?” Josiah asked with a straight face. His eyes were still glued on Yena.
“She’d lose a ton of weight. She looked really weak and frail too.”
Pulling into a scoff, Josiah replied, “The time when she was weak, she still managed to stab me with a knife.”
Even though she only managed to stab his shoulder, it was clear that Meredith was determined to kill him.
The stab wound was still fresh on his shoulder.
“So you’re planning to keep her locked up in the psychiatric ward for the rest of her life?” Finn asked.
“What’s wrong? Do you feel sorry for her?” asked Josiah who turned around and squinted at Finn. “Doctor Finn, it seems to me like you have always been looking out for her, am I wrong?”
“I…” Finn cleared his throat and said, “I’m simply worried that you’d regret this later.”
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