Meng Jiao saw that Ah Duan was a little embarrassed, and after thinking about it for a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yan Song, don't say it, help Ji Duan to rest on the sofa over there." ”

In other matters, Meng Jiao's decision, even if Yan Song felt that it was inappropriate in his heart, he would implement it to the letter, but now, he was uncharacteristically stubborn, and he still didn't hear Meng Jiao's instructions, his eyes were firmly fixed on the silent Ah Dui, and said: "Ji Dui, you are not unclear about Meng Jiao's character, if you don't donate more than two hundred CC blood, she will definitely take risks later, if she has an accident, how will you face Meng Yao in the future." ”

This is exactly the weakness of Twilight, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is "murderous and punishing the heart", Yan Song's original intention was not to kill Twilight, but he cruelly forced Twilight into a situation where he was in danger.

Twilight remained silent, her heart caught in the battle between heaven and man.

"Yan Song, your initial promise was not to let him donate more than five hundred CC of blood, but now that he has donated eight hundred CC, you still have to force him..."

Yan Song said lightly, blocking Meng Jiao's back words: "You know, it's impossible for me to allow you to do anything risky under my nose." ”

Meng Jiao was abruptly silenced, her eyes drooped slightly, and a trace of strange emotions rippled in her heart.

"Don't fight, I'll give another 200 CC. In the end, Twilight made a compromise, rolled up her sleeves again, and stretched an arm under Meng Jiao's nose, who took a light breath, suppressed the emotions in her heart, and silently took the needle connected to the blood drawing instrument...

After the incident, Ah Twilight was helped to the sofa area by Yan Song to rest, and he lost 1,000 CC of blood in his foot, plus he only lost 400 CC of blood two days ago, at this moment he didn't even have the strength to speak, and the dizziness in his head hit one after another, the palm holding the glass of milk trembled a little, and his lips and teeth were trembling disobediently.

With the 1,000 CC of blood contributed by Ah Dui, the old man barely recovered to four-fifths of his normal blood level, and his complexion looked much better, and he slowly opened his eyes from his slumber.

"Yan Song, give medicine to Old Man Huang. Meng Jiao commanded.

Yan Song brought a bowl of jet-black liquid medicine to the bedside, fed the old man and drank it, the liquid medicine was not heated, but the bitterness was diluted.

"Old man, this bowl of medicine has a strengthening effect on your viscera, the aging time is about four hours, next, I will transfuse my blood for you, regulate your blood, in this process, you need to mobilize the true qi in the body to cooperate, the strength of the true qi is moderate, and you can control it yourself. Meng Yao said cautiously.

"Please. The old man twitched his chin slightly, and a pair of old eyes closed again.

Meng Jiao didn't say anything more, sat down on the ground, the whole person was bathed in the moonlight that came through the glass dome, her hands were knotted in front of her, and she closed her eyes and entered the cultivation state.

Yan Song stepped aside, looking at the time from time to time, and until midnight, he approached Meng Jiao's side and reminded him, the latter's bright eyes slowly opened, and he made a light "um" sound, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a lotus-like arm.

The first time she took three hundred CC of blood, this made Meng Jiao's forehead ooze a little beads of sweat, and after translating these blood into the old man's body, she adjusted a little and drew four hundred CC blood for the second time.

And with the replenishment of seven hundred CC pure yin blood, the old man's complexion continued to rise, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to fade quietly, as if his youth had been rejuvenated, but Meng Jiao's expression became quite sluggish, and the fatigue and weakness between his eyebrows and eyes could not be concealed.

She stood up with a strong spirit, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and once again checked the pulse of the old man, and three minutes passed, and when she withdrew her two fingers, there was a touch of surprise in her bright eyes.

"How's the situation?" Yan Song asked.

Meng Jiao looked at him, looking like she wanted to speak and stopped, and after a while, she said: "The condition in the old man's body has improved significantly, but the blood level is still a lot away from the normal standard, and I estimate that at least five hundred CC of blood will have to be transfused." ”

500 CC of blood, which is equivalent to about one-eighth of the total amount of normal human blood, is still so much worse.

Yan Song suddenly changed color, grabbed Meng Jiao's hand, and shook his head resolutely: "Meng Jiao, you have lost seven hundred CC of blood, and you can't continue." ”

Meng Jiao nodded silently, shook her head again, the look of surprise in her eyes turned into a little dazed, it is said that her seven hundred CC blood, even if she can't make the old man return to normal blood levels, at most she will lack a amount of more than one hundred CC, how can it deviate so much?

Could it be that half of his blood has evaporated for no reason?

She began to study medicine at the age of ten, and officially debuted at the age of twenty, so far Meng Jiao has been practicing medicine for nine years, and the patients in her hands are not two hundred but one hundred and seventy or eighty, this kind of strange thing is the first time she has encountered it.

"Both, what's the situation?" Uncle Nian heard something strange from the exchange between the two, walked over lightly, and asked.

Meng Jiao subconsciously shook her head.

"Mr. Yan, is it convenient to have a few words?" Uncle Nian didn't ask again, and made an "invite" gesture to Yan Song.

"Meng Jiao, you take a rest first, and I'll come over after a few words with Mr. Nian. Yan Song didn't think much about it, nodded in response, and told Meng Jiao uneasily, and then followed Uncle Nian to the sofa area.

And not long after Yan Song left, the old man who was lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and said as if muttering to himself: "With another seven hundred CC of blood, I should be able to recover completely, Miss Meng, please." ”

Meng Jiao, who was outside the wandering object, couldn't help but be shocked when she heard this, and her eyes turned around, just meeting the old man's deep and unfathomable eyes, and her heart was beating wildly for no reason.

"Miss Meng, please, as long as my illness recovers, there will be a follow-up. The old man's face was very pale under the reflection of the moonlight, but his spirit was quite full, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a person who was sick or recovering from a serious illness, I saw him smile faintly, and then, without waiting for Meng Jiao to agree, he stretched out a slightly thin palm and buckled Meng Jiao's veins.

"Old man Huang, what do you want to do..."The old man's actions made Meng Jiaojiao's body tremble, and she wanted to break free reflexively, but she still had the strength to lose too much blood, and under the old man's casual pull, her body lost her balance and fell towards the bed obliquely, and at the same time brought an exclamation.

Hearing this exclamation, Yan Song, whose buttocks had just touched the sofa, suddenly shook his head to look, and before he could see the situation clearly, a big hand had quietly reached his chest, and a thick true qi surged out from his palm.

(End of chapter)