Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 646

“Where are Armando and his aunt?” Ferne asked, “Have you finished? What about the result?”

“He has left.” Collin looked at his watch and said, “About five minutes ago.”

“Maybe he went to buy food.” Ferne was unconcerned.

“No, he found a nurse to take care of the patient, and told me to report to Janessa if there were any problems.”

“Tell Janessa?” Ferne was surprised. “Have they had a quarrel?” Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t know, but he seems to be a little distracted.” Collin looked at Ferne’s hand, “Have you stuck the glue on yourself?”

“Do I look that stupid?” Ferne felt insulted.

Collin looked at him as if asking in silence, wasn’t he?

Ferne said, “Noah, tell him what have I been through.”

Noah looked at Collin and asked, “Can it be cured or do his hands need to be amputated?”

Ferne was shocked by his words.

Collin looked carefully as if he was thinking about where was the best part to amputate.

“It was more poisonous and sticky glue than normal glue,” Ferne said timidly.

“I will ask someone to take you for a test of the ingredients.” Collin looked at his watch. “I’m going to draw blood, so I won’t accompany you.”

“Why are you drawing blood?” Ferne asked.

“For donation” Collin took off his watch and put it in his pocket. “You can go, too. Of course, it’s all voluntary.”

Ferne did not go to donate blood. He was taken away by a nurse and said that she would test on the skin of his hand. Noah went to Janessa’s ward to take a look. There were only the nurse and Janessa inside. No one spoke. Janessa was lying on the bed with teary eyes.

It would be improper to go in and bothered her, so he only looked through the window and went away. When she came back and told Ferne, Ferne was so shocked that he almost jumped up.

“She cried? Is the wound so painful? Well, I think it must be for this reason. Think about it, falling from a horse.”

Words failed Noah.

Ferne was always more stupid than he expected.

Noah told Ferne about his supposition, but Ferne answered disdainfully, “Impossible, Janessa wants Armando to leave. How could she cry just because he left? This is impossible.”

Noah gave up communicating with Ferne. He watched the nurse who took out a blade aiming at Ferne’s hand. Ferne grabbed Noah’s arm, “Why did you take such a big blade! Didn’t we agree to take just a little piece of skin? You are going to cut my major artery! Stop!”

Noah covered Ferne’s mouth and smiled at the nurse, “Please hurry up.”

The nurse, “Okay.”

Ferne struggled and shouted.

On the other side, Collin arrived at the blood donation station. It was not the first time for him to donate blood, and there was a record in the certificate. This time, the nurse affixed a seal and asked him to lie down to draw blood.

Looking at the blood flowing into the thin tubes from his body, Collin was about to close his eyes and take a nap when he saw the person beside. She was wearing a long black dress. Her face was half- covered with black-rimmed glasses. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to have fallen asleep. He looked at the bag above her head and it was half-filled.

It had been more than a month since he last saw her, she had lost some weight. Although the long black dress was loose and fat, her arm was slender and fragile. She was also donating blood. She looked so beautiful.

Collin called the nurse over. He wanted to say that this woman drank coffee and ate instant noodles. Her diet was irregular and her blood might not be healthy. However, she was donating after all, so he remained silent.

However, the nurse had already come to him. Collin asked softly, “How many times has she come here?”

He could find her blood bag later and do a blood test to see if it was healthy.

The nurse looked at the woman beside Collin and lowered her voice. “She has been here many times. She has donated a lot, bout 8,000 milliliters, I think.”

A woman should have about 3,500 to 4,500 ml of blood. She was 50 kilo. According to her weight, she should have about 4,000 milliliters of blood.

However, she had donated eight thousand milliliters by now.

It impressed him.

Collin donated no more than four hundred milliliters at a time, and he came once every two months. According to the record, she must have started the donation two or three years ago.

The nurse probably went to check her record on the computer. She came back in a little surprise. “Doctor Mueller, she had donated more than that. There are records from other hospitals on the computer.”

Collin was about to take the blood bag and look for her name. But she woke up.

Collin did not know what experiences could let a person have such empty eyes. She looked blankly at the light above her head, and then the blood bag above her head. It was not full yet, she closed her eyes again to continue her nap. As if she had sensed something, she suddenly turned her head to look at him.

Collin’s gaze met hers. Before he could make a sound, she had already turned back and closed her eyes, as if she had not seen him at all.

For some reason, Collin felt suffocated.

The stack of money she had left in his arms the last time they met was still on his coffee table, constantly reminding himself that it was not him who had enjoyed her service, but she had enjoyed his.

She tipped more generous than him.

A few minutes later, several young nurses brought the nutritious ginseng soup to Collin. “Doctor Mueller, how often you come here.”

Collin pressed his temples, somewhat regretting not having worn a mask or taken off his white coat.

Last month at a dinner party, someone said that he was still single, then a group of nurses started to chase after him. Collin had received all kinds of desserts and coffee every day, and even bento.

“Thank you.” He took a sip, and said to the other nurses, “There are still several donators here. Please give them.”

Although they were reluctant, they were also unwilling to be petty in front of Collin. They quickly pass the soup out. Seeing that only Roxy had not received the soup, Collin felt a little anxious. He said to a young nurse standing in front of him, “She is missed out.. Give her some.”