The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu lowered his long eyelashes, hiding the expression in his eyes, and said: "Just now, He Jiayi contacted me."

Xia Beiqing was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't quite understand.

Shen Zhiyu continued: "He also has a research institute in Shuo Country. He told me that maybe he can find a way to heal your legs and throat. He is trying."

Hearing this, Xia Beiqin, who was still lifeless, suddenly lit up. He grabbed Shen Zhiyu's arm and looked at Shen Zhiyu with incredible eyes, desperately for an affirmative answer.

Shen Zhiyu nodded at him: "It's true, I didn't lie to you."

Xia Beiqing hurriedly grabbed the pen and paper, and was so excited that his hands were trembling, and he wrote the words crookedly.

——Ms. Shen, did you really find it?

Shen Zhiyu reached out and touched Xia Beiqing's head: "I believe He Jiayi, if he is not sure, he will not tell me."

Xia Beiqing slowly bends the corners of her lips, her chest undulating violently with excitement.

Shen Zhiyu also laughed: "Are you hungry, do you want to get you something to eat?"

Xia Beiqing nodded vigorously, as if in the dark, finally caught a beam of light, with hope, was held tightly in his palm.

"Wait for me, I'll leave you right away."

Shen Zhiyu got up, walked out of the room, and when the door was closed, his smile could no longer hold up, he leaned weakly against the door, and his eyes behind the camera became dark and heavy.

A few days later, according to the agreed time, Shen Zhiyu came to a nearby coffee shop, and He Jiayi was already sitting in the corner.

Shen Zhiyu walked over, pulled the chair away and sat down on the opposite side.

He Jiayi took a sip of coffee and asked, "What's the matter? I just want to meet outside."

Shen Zhiyu lowered his head: "I want to ask you one thing."

"Well, you said."

"Help me find a cure for the Northern Deviation."

He Jiayi was stunned for a moment. Seeing Shen Zhiyu's almost pleading appearance, the cruel words came to his lips, He Jiayi suddenly couldn't bear to speak.

After being silent for a long time, he sighed, "Jiyu, you don't know, his legs and throat can't be cured, I know your mood, but..."

"There is a way." Shen Zhiyu suddenly raised his head and looked at He Jiayi with a firm gaze: "With my blood, it's fine."

He Jiayi slapped her coffee down: "You are crazy!"

Realizing that she was too radical and attracted the attention of other guests, He Jiayi hurriedly lowered her voice: "Ji Yu, you have taken good care of him, and I also know that you plan to take care of him for the rest of your life, but how can you... use This way!"

"If you continue like this, BeiQing will not be able to hold it. I know that my blood is special. With my blood, maybe I can really develop a medicine or method to treat BeiQing. How can I know if I don't try it?" Shen Zhiyu clutched He Jiayi's arm tightly, as if grabbing a straw: "Jiayi, please, help me."

He Jiayi withdrew his arm with a cold expression: "Impossible, I can do anything for you, but this is not."

Shen Zhiyu pursed his lips: "Do I really want me to kneel down and beg you?"

"Zhiyu, you..." He Jiayi said with a solemn expression: "Do you know how painful it is to draw blood for research? Maybe it will kill you half your life!"

Shen Zhiyu pulled out a pale smile: "The whole life doesn't matter."

He Jiayi was shocked by Shen Zhiyu's determination, and was speechless for a while.