Chapter 2242

It reminded her of the last time she had seen him at the convenience store. His complexion had been equally pale, with a touch of gray on his lips.

Back then, she had attributed it to fatigue.

But if he had also had his blood drawn at the hospital around that time...

That was roughly a month ago, and the nurses in the restroom mentioned that he had his blood drawn monthly!

"Do you really come here to draw blood every month?" Clara questioned.

Wilson's expression changed slightly before he replied with a smile, "Why would you think that? I'm in good health. Why would I have to come here to draw blood every month?"

She pursed her lips tightly, aware deep down that she knew the answer, but...

Suddenly, Clara rushed past Wilson. She pushed open the room door and stepped inside.

Within, a nurse was organizing a blood bag.

Wilson tried to stop Clara, but couldn’t do so in time. Clara had already seen the blood bag with Wilson's name tag on it, indicating a volume of 400 milliliters.