Zhao Anan had to rest for three days for the last draw. She was so scared that her face turned pale when she realized that she had to do it again.
"Doctor mu, aren't you being a bit too cruel? I'm in pain, what are you doing, why does it hurt so much!"
Mu Qing was wearing a white coat, a pair of white latex gloves and a blue Disposable Surgical Mask. He said seriously,
"Miss Zhao, I've already explained once that I'm extracting a certain cell from your body for research and analysis. This way, I can accurately grasp your immune system and effectively help you prevent various diseases. The needle pierced through several layers of your flesh, so of course it hurt! Please lie down, I'm going to start injecting you with the anesthetic. "
Zhao Anan lay down unwillingly and suddenly grabbed Mu Qing's arm. She said pitifully, "I'm in pain, be gentler!"
Mu Qing looked at her helplessly, feeling sorry and guilty.