He didn't even understand what the Lu family wanted to do.

"Keep an eye on it. If the opportunity arises, I will have you begin the destruction process," Shen Jinmo coldly ordered.

"Okay, no problem."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Jinmo didn't rush back to the ward. Instead, she went to the doctor's office to learn more about Lu Anyu's condition and the only way to treat him.

After leaving the doctor's ward, Shen Jinmo's expression was unusual; his face was tense, and he didn't utter a word.

An unbelievable thought flashed through his mind.

Combining what the doctor just said to him, Lu Zhiwei's strange behavior in the early morning, and the movements of the Lu family, everything was clear.

He wanted to verify his conjecture.

"Doctor, doctor, Lu Anyu in ward number three has a sudden emergency and needs an emergency blood transfusion..."

The nurse rushed out of the ward to notify the doctor.

The doctor in the white coat immediately came out of his office and ran to Lu Anyu's ward: "Quickly go and inform President Luo to come and donate blood. He said that only his blood can be taken and the blood bank's blood cannot be used. If we delay any longer, it may be too late."

Shen Jinmo walked into the ward.

Lu Zhiwei stood on the edge of the bed, holding Lu Anyu's hand tightly.

Lu Anyu frowned, kept crying out in pain, and blood gushed from his nose.

They were lively and energetic just a moment ago, but now they're completely different.

Shen Jinmo walked to the bedside, picked up Lu Anyu's medical record, and checked Lu Anyu's blood type.

At that moment, the doctor and nurses rushed in, pushing the medical equipment along.

Shen Jinmo put down the medical record and walked up to the doctor: "I am also blood type B, I can donate blood to him."

“You can’t do it.” Lu Zhiwei rejected Shen Jinmo’s suggestion almost without hesitation.