Qi Shu walked up to Song Yihuan with a rare and serious expression: "I need it now, can you give me a drop of blood?" ”

His gaze was eager and fiery.

Being stared at like this makes me feel very infiltrating.

Chu Shuolan sat in a wheelchair on the side, and when he saw Qi Shu's attitude, his eyes darkened.

But he didn't stop him, but looked at Song Yihuan.

Coincidentally, Song Yihuan was also looking at him, and the eyes of the two met in the void, and the expressions in each other's eyes were clear.

Chu Shuolan said softly: "If you don't want to, no one can force you." ”

Song Yihuan smiled: "There is no reluctance." ”

After speaking, she took a deep breath, stretched out her arm to pull up her sleeves, and handed it to Qi Shu's eyes.

Seeing her righteous and awe-inspiring posture, the corners of Qi Shu's lips twitched.

"Miss Song, I only need a drop of blood, not a bowl of blood, you just need to stretch out your fingers."

“……”

As soon as Song Yihuan said something in Qi Shu, he immediately pulled down his sleeves, and the expression on his face relaxed a little.

She smiled: "Say it earlier, if it is a drop of blood, it can be given to you every day, what a big deal!" ”

"Is that true?!" Qi Shu's eyes lit up.

Song Yihuan narrowed his eyes: "Naturally, it lied to you, even if it was a drop of blood, it hurt!" ”

"Tut-tut......"

Qi Shu didn't know where to get a gold needle and a small porcelain bottle.

He took Song Yihuan's outstretched hand and squeezed it in his hand, and the golden needle in her hand slowly approached the other party's fingertips.

Chu Shuolan on the side saw this scene, the gentleness between his eyebrows and eyes was gone, and the light in the depths of his eyes had an indescribable dark color.

The golden needle pierced Song Yihuan's fingers, like the pain of being bitten by a mosquito.

Immediately afterwards, a drop of bright red blood dripped into the porcelain vase.

Song Yihuan had already taken out a handkerchief, ready to stop the bleeding at any time.

Seeing that Qi Shu took a drop of blood and was about to stop, Song Yihuan stopped his movements, she pinched her fingers and dropped a few drops of blood before pressing the wound with a handkerchief.

"Thank you, Miss Song, for your generosity." Qi Shu smiled and thanked him.

Song Yihuan glanced at him, saw the bright smile on his face, and decided not to open his mouth to hit people.

In fact, she was afraid that a drop of blood would not be enough for Qi Shu to study, and she would have to toss when she turned around, so it was better to get it in pain once, and give a few more drops to save her and toss her again.

And Song Yihuan's selfish heart thought about it, if her blood can really save Chu Shuolan, she is the biggest benefactor of the male protagonist.

In the future, this big golden leg will still not be used by her.

"If it's okay, I'll leave first, thank you Doctor Qi for saving me today."

"Kind to ......"

Qi Shu's eyes were on the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and the blazing gaze under his eyes seemed to burn it.

He looked at the small porcelain vase for a while, and looked at Chu Shuolan for a while, and it was self-evident what he wanted to do.

When Chu Shuolan heard that Song Yihuan was leaving, his eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Didn't you say that you would stay for lunch, the kitchen must be ready at this time, why don't you stay?" ”

"Woo woo woo ......"

The white tiger on the side seemed to know that the master was leaving, and let out a low sound.

"Childe, the kitchen has been prepared, do you and Miss Song have lunch?"

Ming'en also happened to have just returned from the kitchen.

Hearing his son-in-law's retention, he hurriedly asked.

Song Yihuan knew that he insisted on leaving, and he couldn't get by.

And when Chu Shuolan asked her about her taste before, when she told her loudly, she had already agreed to stay.