Chapter 140: Fried Paste

Si Heng felt that even holding a scalpel had never been so heavy, a mere blood collection needle had caused him to break out in sweat all over.

After the blood collection, he watched as Fu Shiyan pressed down on the needle site, his brows so furrowed they seemed they could pinch dead two tiny cockroaches.

His lips twitched as he took the blood collection tube and left the room, personally delivering it to the laboratory.

After greeting the lab staff, he stayed there waiting for the results.

In the examination room, Fu Shiyan pressed hard on the needle site, afraid of further bleeding.

An Yan found it amusing, "Even if you don't press it, the needle site would clot by itself. You can let go now, it's fine."

Fu Shiyan watched as the site stopped bleeding before tossing the cotton swab into the biomedical waste bin.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't."

"You should say it hurts."

An Yan, puzzled, asked, "Why?"