"Young Master Chu, you?" Zhang Yifei felt inexplicable at his sudden action.

Chu Linchen narrowed his black eyes slightly, but did not expose it on the spot, but returned the needle to him quietly and said lightly: "Look at it casually."

Zhang Yifei said nothing and quickly put away the silver needle.

After Chu Linchen finished his clothes, the two came out of the operating room.

Zhang Yifei thought about it and said slowly: "Mr. Chu, I have completed the treatment for you as agreed. Next, it's you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Linchen nodded softly in his nose and counted as a response.

His expression was cold and without any turbulence, and his thin lips spit out two words: "Lead the way."

Zhang Yifei moved his lips, swallowed the words back, took a step forward, and walked in front.

Wei He, who had been waiting outside the operating room, followed behind the two of them.

The blood draw room is located in Zhang Yifei's office.

An assistant nurse has prepared the necessary equipment.

Chu Linchen has a special identity, so Zhang Yifei naturally cannot use the hand of others, and he has to do it himself.

"Mr. Chu, please."

At his gesture, Chu Linchen sat down in the chair, and then without saying anything, he naturally rolled up his sleeves.

Very good combination.

Zhang Yifei pursed the corner of his lips, placed the blood collection bag on a small scale, and inserted the blood collection needle connected to the catheter into the vein at the bend of his arm.

The dark red blood passes through the transparent catheter and flows into the blood collection bag.

Wei He stared at this process, his brows furrowed together.

He still finds it difficult for him to accept the fact that Mr. Chu, who has a noble status, donate blood.

Chu Linchen just stared at the blood-collecting needle inserted into his arm, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his expression was deep, not knowing what he was thinking.

The shriveled blood collection bag was gradually filled with dark red blood.

A bag of blood was full, just so.

Zhang Yifei took off the blood bag and replaced it with a new one.

Wei He's expression changed, "I still have to suck?"

Zhang Yifei looked up at him and nodded, "Well, it's not enough, you have to suck it."

?!

Wei He widened his eyes in surprise, a little disbelief.

How much blood is there for a person? He is going to take it away. Wouldn't he lose too much blood?

It is related to the health of his young master. Wei He immediately corrected his face and questioned: "Master Zhang, isn't it too much? Ordinary people can't give so much blood. Mr. Chu has just finished the treatment. Pumping so much blood may be harmful to his body..."

"It will have some impact, but Mr. Chu is healthy and takes good care of himself after he goes back and will recover after a while."

In fact, it is more dangerous for normal people to draw blood, but Zhang Yifei thought that the blood was to be used to save his godson, so he would rather be thick-skinned.

Fortunately, he had prepared before and stated this in the agreement.
Chapter completed!