On the child's properly positioned skin, like a single point of starlight, the needle tip swiftly penetrated the flesh.
The speed seemed a bit fast, and Nie Jiamin appeared not to have reacted in time—astonishment flashed in his eyes: "Ah, did the student really just stick it in like that?"
Indeed, it had gone in.
His gaze focused on the syringe she was holding, only to see her pulling back the plunger to aspirate blood.
Instantly, thump, thump, his heart, that of an expert, quickened by two beats, and his eyes fixed unflinchingly on the fluid in the syringe.
Because she had inserted the needle into the child's skin so quickly, he couldn't use this to judge whether she had done it correctly, but no matter, the most important thing was to see whether the pulled-back blood was present, and whether it was venous blood—that was the standard.
The blood slowly rising within the syringe was dark red, clearly venous blood.