How many tubes of blood do you have?

Bei Jingtang sat on the bench in the corridor, his mood dark and foreboding.

Ya Shitian did not leave either, waiting for news.

Ye Anqi had two vials of blood drawn.

She came out of the laboratory, her complexion somewhat pale.

Ya Shitian looked at her with an expressionless face.

He strode over to her and said in a low voice, "I think your blood is completely useless, drawing more is just a waste."

Anqi was indifferent, "It's okay, a little bit of use is fine."

Ya Shitian snorted coldly, "To draw your blood dry for just a little effect, I did not expect you to be so foolish!"

Wasn't she quite smart when she was with him?

Now, she was so stupid that he felt like cursing.

Anqi looked him in the eye with a faint smile, "Don't exaggerate, it's not to the point of being drawn dry."

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled up her sleeve.

Anqi's fair arm was exposed—

There were many needle marks on it.