"Iris, I need a drop of your blood for a test," William Moore gently pinched her finger with his pale hand, "It might hurt a little, bear with it."
"Okay."
The silver needle pierced in, drawing crimson blood, and William Moore collected three drops, sealing them before handing them to Eddison, "I'll go test it now, wait for me."
Eddison glanced at William Moore, his brow slightly furrowed, as if he wanted to say something, but he held back.
—He knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless; Iris Harris's matters were handled with more care than his own.
Iris Harris pulled at William Moore, "Xavier, you should go rest first."
She looked at William Moore's complexion; the faint dark circles under his eyes hinted at a long lack of rest.
"I'm not tired."
William Moore turned his head and smiled at Iris Harris, "The test is quick, about three hours. I'll promptly prescribe the right medication and formulate the serum."
