A two-and-a-half-year-old girl was strapped to a cold operating table.,Thus, the little girl became Gu Nantian's son's mobile blood bank.,When he uttered the last word, Gu Nanfei's face was contorted like a demon, "This is the last time. Take more blood! After the surgery, my son's body will be very weak and need a lot of blood to nourish him."。