The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"I'll take you to my research room." After leaving the cafe, He Jiayi said to Shen Zhiyu.

The two came to He Jiayi's research room in Shuo Guo by car together.

Pushing open the door of the research room, you can see a variety of chemical and medical equipment, which are placed in a table or closet. The glass tube is filled with a special liquid and is stored in the cold.

Shen Zhiyu looked around, He Jiayi opened the drawer, took out a thick needle tube from it, and walked in front of Shen Zhiyu.

"Do you know what this is?"

Shen Zhiyu turned his head to look, and he saw that the needle in He Jiayi's hand was two or three times thicker than the ordinary one, which looked a little scary.

He Jiayi said: "If you want to study your blood, an ordinary needle is not enough. You must use this needle to draw your blood. Are you afraid?"

As if to scare Shen Zhiyu, he also shook the needle.

But Shen Zhiyu didn't even blink his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't respond much, He Jiayi went on to say, "Moreover, your bone marrow will be extracted. The process is very painful and it will cause great harm to your body."

Shen Zhiyu held He Jiayi's hand and looked at him with heavy eyes, his tone was unprecedented and decisive: "I know what you mean, it doesn't matter, I will hold on no matter what it is, it won't change what I am today. Decided."

He thought, no matter how painful it is, there will be no pain in Xia Beiqin's legs being interrupted abruptly, or the hot oily pain of Xia Beiqin being hot.

"Zhi Yu, you..." He Jiayi was full of irritation, especially wanting to curse.

He felt that Shen Zhiyu was really crazy.

Shen Zhiyu saw through He Jiayi's thoughts, and curled up his gentle lips: "You can scold me if you want, as long as you are willing to do this for me." 

"Okay." He Jiayi nodded, grabbed Shen Zhiyu's arm, and brought the needle closer to him: "Then I'll try a little bit!"

Shen Zhiyu did not object, and took the initiative to roll up his sleeves, revealing his fair skin.

He Jiayi pointed the thick needle at Shen Zhiyu's blood vessel. The moment the needle pierced the skin and flesh, a sharp pain spread throughout his body and deep into his bone marrow. Shen Zhiyu suddenly clenched his fists, his face faded all the blood, almost unable to stand firm.

The blood draw was a long process. Shen Zhiyu gritted his teeth. When it was over, big drops of sweat ooze from his forehead, and his figure shook twice, as if he would fall to the field at any time.

He Jiayi observed Shen Zhiyu's face and asked, "How about? Can you hold it?"

Shen Zhiyu shook his head weakly, his voice hoarse: "It's okay..."

He Jiayi originally wanted to scare away Shen Zhiyu with pain, but he didn't expect to hear Shen Zhiyu say it was okay.

How could it be okay!

He almost forgot that Shen Zhiyu was a stubborn temper.

Now that all the blood was drawn, He Jiayi had no choice but to sigh and shook the glass tube with blood in his hand: "I will try it."

Shen Zhiyu took up his hand with difficulty, and firmly grasped He Jiayi: "Thank you..."

The place where the blood was drawn was blue and swollen, and even the whole arm was tingling, and he could hardly move. When he returned home and opened the door, he saw Xia Beiqing sitting in the living room. Shen Zhiyu immediately covered his arm behind his back. .

Xia Beiqing picked up the pen and paper on his knees, wrote on it, and then held it to Shen Zhiyu.

——Ms. Shen, did you go to see He Jiayi?

Shen Zhiyu pulled the corners of his pale lips and nodded: "I went to see him."

Xia Beiqing stared at Shen Zhiyu's face for a while, then wrote on the paper.

——Mr. Shen, what's wrong with you? The complexion is very bad.