"How's my little Lolo?" Shi Jianshu quickly came to the pool, unconcealed his worries.

"The situation has stabilized for the time being, and the wound is gradually healing, but ......"

Tao Zhengya said this, glanced vaguely in the direction of Zhan Qi, and quickly took it back.

Although Tao Zhengya's speed was very fast, Shi Jianshu keenly captured the desire in Tao Zhengya's eyes.

Suddenly, he looked at Zhan Qi fiercely, and his anxious eyes turned into a knife against Zhan Qi's heart.

"Zhan Qi, I won't pursue with you for the time being why you found Xiao Luoluo."

"I'll ask you now, do you love my little Luoluo?"

"Love." Zhan Qi replied in the affirmative.

"Then are you willing to die for little Lolo?"

Shi Jianshu's question was very sharp, and the determination in his words shocked Tao Zhengya and Ethereal Song.

Old Man Shi shouldn't want to drain Zhan Qi's blood to save Ji Luo, right?

Human beings are selfish animals, especially in the face of life and death, the ugliness of human nature will be brought into full play.

Whether it was Tao Zhengya or the Ethereal Song, even Old Man Shi felt that Zhan Qi would definitely give a negative answer.

Shi Jianshu was even ready to raise his crutches and knock Zhan Qi unconscious.

But Zhan Qi's answer made the three people present stunned.

"I do."

Zhan Qi replied willingly, as if he was not answering Shi Jian's fatal question, but answering the priest's inquiry at the wedding.

This time, without waiting for Jianshu to react, Zhan Qi had already come to the pool.

He reached out and brushed his fingertips lightly over Kiro's wounded cheek.

"Soon it won't hurt."

He muttered softly, doting his eyes as if Ji Luo would wake up in the next moment.

"Peach, transfuse my blood to her."

Zhan Qi stretched out his hand to Tao Zhengya, and the bulging artery flowed with fresh plasma.

Before, when Tao Zhengya said that Ji Luo's blood could save Zhan Qi's illness, Zhan Qi found that his blood and Ji Luo's blood were completely consistent, as if they had the same blood flowing in their bodies.

This realization made Zhan Qi excited for several nights.

But after the excitement, he had doubts again.

Why is their blood the same?

Tao Zhengya wanted to refuse, but looking at Zhan Qi's determined gaze, he didn't say anything in the end.

Zhan Qi himself is difficult to protect, if he gives Ji Luo a blood transfusion at this time, it is tantamount to asking for Zhan Qi's life.

Zhan Qi went down to the pool, and Tao Zhengya went ashore.

The blood vessels were punctured by needles, and the red liquid slowly flowed down the transparent tube into Ji Luo's blood vessels.

After Zhan Qi's blood flowed into Ji Luo's veins, Ji Luo seemed to have eaten an elixir, his pale face instantly regained some blood, and the wounds on his body were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's saved, it's saved, it'......s saved," Shi Jianshu said excitedly, and the tears that he had endured for a long time finally flowed out uncontrollably.

He looked at the weak Zhan Qi gratefully, and opened his mouth in distress to say something, but in the end he only sighed secretly and said nothing.

Some things are not yet to the point where they can be said.

"Zhan Qi, hold on, as long as you can be okay this time, I will promise you to marry Xiao Luoluo."

Shi Jianshu's words hit Zhan Qi's heart like a shot in the arm, making his pale face unable to hide the look of joy, and he asked shyly like a hairy boy: "Old man Shi, is what you said true?" ”