It could feel her breath very faint and immediately jumped on the bed and licked her face in fear.

Only then did Ji Zhong rush over to pull out the needle, find the unopened disposable infusion set in the box, pick up the blood prepared in the morning and start transfusing it into her body.

His right hand kept probing her pulse.

"How is she?" Jiang Heng asked uneasily.

Ji Zhong exuded an aura of decadence all over his body, and said with a desperate expression: "Please prepare some blood-replenishing food for her.

Animal offal, animal blood can be, she has a poor appetite, it's better to make soup, thank you! ”

"Okay......" Jiang Heng nodded, he wanted to call, but he felt uneasy when he thought about it, so he went out in person.

Ji Zhong carefully put the blood she had drawn back into the crisper bag in the refrigerator.

Abu asked suspiciously, "Grandpa Ji, isn't this just a blood exchange?" ”

"Theoretically, it can be understood this way!" Ji Zhong watched the blood flow into her body, probed her cold forehead, and rubbed her cold hands.

"There shouldn't be any danger in exchange blood, why are you?" Abu asked incomprehensibly.

Ji Zhong opened the wardrobe and took out a thick quilt from it to cover her body, but her red eyes were misty again, and she didn't say anything.

"Magnetic ...... Magnetic ......" Abu's phone vibrated again.

"Yes, sir, what should I do?" Abu asked, looking uneasy.

"Let's just say that the young master hasn't woken up yet!" Ji Zhong lowered his head silently, a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes, like dead fish, so dim that there was no trace of brilliance.

"Oh!" Abu nodded, but there was an indescribable fear in his heart.

"You take care of the young master here, change the blood bag in time, and I will bring those experts over to save people now!" Ji Zhong picked up the fresh-keeping bag and hurriedly walked out.

"Okay, slow down!" Abu said uneasily.

"Good ......" Ji Zhongtou didn't dare to reply, because he was afraid that he would not be able to resist the blood and transfuse it back.

"Hmm......" The Black Emperor lay next to Jian Junxi with tears in his eyes, rubbing her from time to time.

However, it was as if she had no feelings, could not hear anyone, and showed no sign of waking up.

R borders

At noon, the wind that had been blowing all morning, and it was still exerting its aftermath, and the vast land was filled with a cold smell.

"How?" Miyazawa strode to a tent and asked with an expressionless face.

"Report to the general, I haven't seen anyone come out yet!" The soldier staring at the camera stood abruptly and replied respectfully.

Gong Zeting frowned, this Jian Junxi can't be a suspect who caught too little, so he didn't want to come?

"General, that Jian Junxi is scheming, he must be thinking of some kind of ghost idea now!" His adjutant stood aside and opened his mouth with a solemn expression.

"Huh...... I'm even more afraid that he won't come, and before he gets on the boat, he must be searched, and he is not allowed to bring any weapons, but I want to see what else he can do without weapons alone! ”

Gong Zeting ordered disapprerovingly, his black eyes were full of resentment, and the unwillingness to be planted in Jian Junxi's hands many times had swallowed up all his reason.

"But......" The adjutant looked confused.

Miyazawa's cold gaze was like a sword of wind and frost, and the adjutant was so frightened that he immediately stopped talking.

Glancing at the male officer from earlier, he shook his head at him and motioned for him to say no more.

"Keep an eye on him, and if you can't see anyone else for an hour, cut off someone's head every five minutes!"

After Miyazawa gave this order, he strode out the door.

"Yes!" The adjutant bowed his head respectfully.

(End of chapter)