The car's speed increased slightly. With a pallid countenance and closed eyes, Alexis murmured softly, “I've never experienced such intense pain before. It must be due to the medication I ingested."

Leonel faltered briefly and felt a momentary surge of emotion.

He then delicately held her hand, not maintaining the grasp for too long, before redirecting his attention to driving.

Five minutes later, he arrived at the nearest hospital with her.

Following emergency care, it was concluded that the distress stemmed from both the medication and her menstrual cycle. The doctor perused Alexis' electronic medical records, and then directed attention back to her.

“If the blood loss becomes too severe, we may need to contemplate a transfusion! Procuring blood of your type isn't a straightforward task."

Leonel interjected quietly, "We share the same blood type."

The doctor, somewhat incredulous, jestingly remarked with a smile, "You two are married, correct? That conveniently resolves matters, self-sufficiency"

"No!"

Alexis raised her head, declaring, “I'll arrange for someone to procure blood for me! I have a freezer containing nearly 10, 000 ml of stored blood."

The doctor was taken aback.

His gaze shifted to Leonel, surmising that it was his blood.

Alexis dialed a number, her voice hushed as she directed someone to fetch two bags of blood.

After ending the call, she slouched wearily over the table.

Witnessing Alexis in such a state for the first time, Leonel experienced a sense of distress and guilt.

He arranged a room for Alexis.

Twenty minutes later, the blood bank supplied the blood. The doctor personally connected Alexis to the IV, observing as the blood trickled into her veins, drop by drop. Leonel's heart was fraught with intricate emotions.

Seated by her bedside, his voice raspy, he uttered, "I'm so sorry, Alexis!"

Alexis contemplated expressing her satisfaction from their session too, yet ultimately refrained from uttering such a distant and acerbic comment.

She felt intensely uncomfortable.