The transfusion tube attached to her hand was yanked away by her sudden movement.
Shen Luo'an clearly saw blood seeping out from the back of her hand.
Shocked, he quickly handed the child to her and said, "He's here, he's here. Don't be afraid."
It was unclear whether he was intimidated by Shen Manting, or something else was bothering him.
Tears burst forth from the infant, who, before this, seemed to be on the verge of crying.
His voice had already turned hoarse. Now it sounded helpless and pathetic.
Shen Manting's eyes turned red. She held her son close to her face and gently rubbed against his face.
"Don't cry, Little Moon."
Shen Luo'an looked at the back of her hand and cautioned, "Your hand is attached to the transfusion tube. Try to stay still."
"Go away!"
Shen Manting recoiled from him, tearing away the adhesive affixed to the needle connected to the transfusion tube.
