Whenever the young boy was weak, Gu Nanfei would throw the little girl onto the cold operating table and take her blood.,Beside Gu Nanfei, a doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses put on a mask expressionlessly.,Blood gushed out, Xiaoning cried out in pain, her pale and delicate face covered in sweat. She wanted to struggle, but she was bound firmly to the bed and couldn't move.。