The bottles were getting larger each time, the intervals between uses were getting shorter, and Xia Dabao's blood was drawn more with each passing session.
Although humans have plenty of blood, one can't keep drawing it like this indefinitely; she began to feel dizzy.
But fortunately, Axian's waking hours were getting longer; besides being able to finish a meal, in the evening he was also able to get out of bed and move around a bit. His appetite improved too, and he could now eat some rice.
That evening, Xia Dabao even had Peony prepare a tub of bathwater for Axian; she wanted to give him a bath.
"Big sister…" Axian was actually a very sensitive boy. He vaguely knew something but didn't dare to say much.
"Axian, what is it?"
"Nothing, big sister, you've worked hard," Axian didn't want to tell Xia Dabao that he was actually missing their parents.
