Qi Yue shook his head gently and walked up to Qi Tianlei, making a gesture of invitation.
Qi Tianlei spoke, "There's no need to make a special trip; I've brought the necessary equipment today. I just need to take a small amount of your blood for the test. Rest assured, this matter concerns whether you are my son or not, and I will personally take the blood sample to the hospital for analysis." As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a bodyguard who had followed him pulled out a syringe that seemed to be made of alloy and handed it over.
Qi Yue took the syringe, didn't even glance at it, and plunged it into his right arm. His brow furrowed slightly, not because of the pain in his arm, but because of the ache in his heart. As blood flowed into the syringe, he didn't feel much until the syringe was full of his blood. He then pulled the syringe out and handed it back to Qi Tianlei's bodyguard.