The next day, Jing Zhi went to the hospital obediently. When he saw that Shuyin was fully armed and ready to draw his blood, he suddenly felt like he had returned to the Research Institute.
Once, Shuyin was dressed in white and wrapped herself up tightly. Even her eyes were covered by an eye mask. She pulled his arm expressionlessly and started to draw his blood.
Maybe it was because his state of mind had changed, but for the first time, Jing Zhi didn't have a strong rejection towards blood extraction. He just didn't like the feeling of blood being drawn out of his body.
"Can't you smoke less?"
Shuyin didn't even raise her head and said indifferently,""No,"
"I didn't need to draw so many in the past!"
"You were not as ill as you are now!"
Jing Zhi still didn't believe that there was something wrong with his body. He said unhappily,"Why are you all talking as if I'm dying? my body is especially good. I can easily take on ten people by myself!"
