Nian Mu put her arm on his arm and shook her head, "Actually, there's no need to be in such a hurry. Besides, even if you draw blood, you're not here. Come with me."
Amul nodded and followed her.
Nianmu asked the front desk for a temporary pass, gave it to Amul, and then took him upstairs.
The receptionist watched them enter the elevator and couldn't help but discuss: "Is that really Professor Nian's brother? Why is he a foreigner?"
"Who knows? Nowadays, there are so many relationships between brothers, sisters, and younger brothers. It's hard to tell." Another receptionist hinted with a smile.
"You mean..." The receptionist who just started speaking couldn't help but be surprised.
"I didn't say that, for someone of Professor Nian's level, it's better not to make random guesses."
The other side.
Nian Mu took Amul upstairs. Because not everyone could enter the laboratory floor, she took Amul to the reception room of the administrative office.
The administrative manager knew that she had come down and hurriedly came to the reception room and said, "Professor Nian, I heard that you are here with guests. Do you need some hospitality here?"
As she said that, she couldn't help but look at Amul curiously.
Make sure this person has not been seen in Watson before.
"No, he's here to see me. Just let me come and you go and do your work." Nian Mu shook his head.
"Okay, I'll go out first." The administrative manager didn't stay, turned around, closed the door and left, leaving space for them.
Nianmu walked to the tea cabinet and asked him, "Would you like something to drink? Juice and milk?"
"Isn't there any coffee?" Amul asked. He never drinks juice or milk. Since the first mission, he drank either wine or coffee.
Both of these have a bitter taste, and every sip they take reminds him and makes him more vigilant.
"Don't you want to draw blood later? Coffee is not good." Nian Mu took it upon himself to pour him a glass of orange juice. "Since there is nothing you want to drink, just drink some orange juice."
She delivered orange juice in front of him.
"Thank you." Amul looked at the glass of orange juice, picked it up and took a sip.
It tastes sour and sweet, and he really doesn't like this taste.
"I'll ask the assistant to bring the tools, please wait a moment." Nian Mu said.
"Okay." Amul asked curiously: "What is your research?"
"It's just a drug for a virus, but you probably don't know that this virus has different manifestations in different races, so I want to draw your blood and then transplant the virus for analysis and research." Nian Mu
He was fooling around casually, secretly glad that when he was training on the horror island, he didn't like to do this type of training.
Neither he nor his sister Aleer were interested in medical research.
This may be genetic.
Nian Mu suddenly thought that he liked to receive training from Asa in the horror island. He also thought of Zhan Zhan, who was also interested in medical books. Is this also a kind of inheritance?
"That's it, Nian Mu, I'm glad to be able to help you." Amul said.
"What are you talking about? I'll ask the assistant to take down the blood drawing tools." Nian Mu shook his head. Since it was inconvenient to take him upstairs, he could only ask Lei Zhong to take down the blood drawing tools.
She dialed Lei Zhong's number and said, "Assistant Lei, please bring a new set of blood drawing equipment to the reception room on the administrative office floor."
"Okay, Professor Nian." Lei Zhong responded.
Nian Mu hung up the phone, sat on the sofa again, and looked at Amul, "When are you going to..."
She paused, almost forgetting that there was surveillance here, "Forget it, it's nothing."
"Hmm." Amul knew what she wanted to ask.
But this is not the place to talk about it.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Amul looked at Nianmu's bandaged hand with gloomy eyes. He noticed that she was injured just downstairs, but he didn't have the chance to ask on that occasion.
"I accidentally got scratched by a knife." Nianmu didn't tell him about the Lin family.
To save Amul from trouble with those people, those people are now controlled by the police and Mu Shaoling's people are also investigating, so Amul doesn't have to take action.
"Just accidentally scratched it?" Amul raised his eyebrows. If her hand hadn't been bandaged and there was no replacement gauze, he would have removed the gauze to see the condition of her wound.
After all, if I just accidentally scratched it, I couldn't reach this place.
Nian Mu scratched this, I'm afraid he was injured.
Moreover, the wound should not be shallow, otherwise there would be no need to wrap it with such thick gauze.
"..." Nian Mu knew that he couldn't be fooled, so he had to say: "Something unexpected happened, but the police are already doing their work, so you don't have to worry about it. When you come back this time, just do whatever you want."
Amul looked at her injured hand in trance.
"Have you contacted Tina?" Nian Mu lowered his eyes and glanced at his hands, then raised his eyes to him and changed the subject.
"No." Amul knew what Tina was thinking about him, and he was destined to be a different kind of person from her, so it was better not to provoke her.
Since Tina thought he had returned to Russia, let her always think it was fine.
"Okay." Nianmu didn't mean to force him to meet Tina. This was a matter between the two of them, and he couldn't interfere.
There was a knock on the door of the reception room, and then Lei Zhong opened the door and walked in. He put the things on the coffee table and said, "Professor Nian, the blood drawing tool you want."
"Okay." Nian Mu checked the bandages, iodine for disinfection, cotton swabs, needles for drawing blood, and tubes for storing blood samples.
Lei Zhong was very well prepared.
"Take it." Amul rolled up his sleeves and motioned for her to draw blood.
Nian Mu glanced at her right hand. Although she could do it for other hours, she still couldn't do something as delicate as drawing blood.
So he said: "I'm afraid I might rupture your blood vessels. Assistant Lei, can you draw blood?"
"I practiced when I was in school." Lei Zhong said. He is not a medical professional, so blood drawing is not included in the assessment. "Professor, I may not be able to draw well..."
Nian Mu had no choice but to say: "My hands are not convenient. Let's do this. I will insert the needle and you will cooperate. If it doesn't work, you can do the injection again, okay?"
"Okay." Lei Zhong could only pick up the straps.
"Tie it here, tie it tight." Nian Mu pointed to Amul's arm.
Lei Zhong did as he was told.
"Amul, make a fist." Nianmu said, picking up the needle.
Amul followed her instructions and clenched his fists.
Lei Zhong picked up a cotton swab and dipped it in some sterile iodine, then watched Nian Mu insert the needle directly into Amul's arm with his left hand.
Before she drew blood for herself, she used her right hand to draw the needle and drew blood from her left hand. Now she is really not very flexible with her left hand.
She carefully inserted the needle into the skin, and then stopped when she felt the location of the blood vessels.
"It should be fine, let's draw blood." Nian Mu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was a success, otherwise Amul would have needed one more injection.
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