"I don't have much of an appetite." Gu Chengrui shook his head.
He was covered in the smell of blood for half a day on this hot day. If it weren't for the fact that he was experienced, he would have vomited. How could he still have the mood to eat?
"Alright, then I'll see to it." Zhou Ying sent him into her interspace. Gu Chengrui did a blood test, found out that the patient was the most common type B, and gave him 200 cc of blood from the warehouse.
After the blood transfusion, Gu Chengrui went into the interspace to shower and change his clothes. He then sat opposite the living room and poured himself a glass of water while observing Guo Chengsong.
On the other hand, Zhou Ying went to the kitchen and pondered for a moment.
She took two cucumbers, some cold noodles, and some sauced beef from her interspace.
After that, she prepared half a bowl of cold noodles, mixed them with the sauced beef, and split them into two bowls.
