Having a conversation really did divert Xu Cheng's attention away from the pain.
Xu Cheng looked over to Lin Chuxue when he noticed that the Tardigrade's genes in her head had started to work and there was movement.
He hurriedly said, "There is a reaction, Little Xue's necrotic cells are being repaired. Quick, she needs a lot of blood right now."
Lin Dong lifted his eyes. "Master, you're not suggesting that…?"
Xu Cheng lowered his head and looked at him with a serious face. "Transfuse my blood!"
Lin Dong was reluctant and deliberately said, "Your blood types don't match, so it won't work, right?"
"Are you stupid?" Xu Cheng rolled his eyes. "Don't try to trick me, my blood can be supplied to anyone!"
"Master! Madam's blood loss is not little," said Lin Dong seriously.
"I'm determined to save her, do you think I would give up halfway?" Xu Cheng shouted, "Cut the cr*p and hurry up!"
