At the same time, his blood is still used for medical research.

This is a good deed.

So, Nanchen raised his sleeves without any hesitation and said:

"Thousand-handed Doctor, you can smoke it!"

Nan Chen opened his mouth without hesitation, sat on the chair, and placed his hands on the table.

This is the first time Wencai has seen this Western syringe, and he is a little scared.

His appearance is even more nervous than Nanchen.

Seeing that the Thousand Handed Medicine was holding such a thick needle, it was necessary to use this thing to stab Nanchen.

He said with some palpitations:

"Thousand-handed Doctor, does this thing hurt when you pierce your body?"

Yu Jiqian smiled and said:

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'll be quick!"

After saying that, he stabbed into the blood vessels on Nanchen's biceps with one injection.

Lift up with the needle.

Blood flowed into the needle along the needle.

Nanchen didn’t have much psychological burden. When he was injected with injections and dripping water in his previous life, he was often acupunctured.

It feels like that when it comes to acupuncture and blood drawing.

However, Wencai felt cold when he saw it.

After all, this method of bleeding with a syringe is used.

Now, it is not within his cognitive scope, and he is somewhat afraid.

It was the Thousand-Handed Medicine, watching Nanchen's hot blood being pulled out.

His hands were so excited that he was shaking.

The breathing became a little more rapid.

The expression was a bit weird.

Seeing that his condition was not right, Nanchen shouted:

"Thousand-handed miracle doctor, Thousand-handed miracle doctor..."

After shouting twice, the old guy realized.

"Oh, oh sorry, I'm distracted.

Soon, there are two tubes of blood."

After saying that, pull out the needle.

The other hand took out the gauze and asked the Wen next to him to hold it down.

Meanwhile, in his medicine box.

He took out a black bamboo tube and drew the blood.

All injected into the black bamboo tube.

Then, pick up the needle again and do not sterilize it.

Once again, it pierced into the blood vessels on Nanchen's arm.

Once again, he pulled Nanchen's blood.

Wen Cai saw that the large syringe was drawn out so much blood, and he felt that one syringe would contain half a bowl of blood.

But this Qianshou Medicine insists on three tubes being drawn.

Looking at Nan Chen's pale face, Wen Cai said:

"Thousand-handed Doctor, my junior brother's face turned pale.

I think stop smoking!”

And the Thousand Handed Medicine pulled out the second tube and was filled with blood, and said with a smile:

"It's okay, Young Master Nanchen is in a strong state.

Besides, Mr. Nanchen has already promised me, right?"

After saying that, he looked at Nanchen.

Nanchen did agree to others, and they did save him and Uncle Jiu.

He can still watch the three tubes of blood, and it is considered to be a repayment of kindness.

So nodded:

"Second brother, I have no problem.

Thousand-handed Doctor, you can continue!"

Thousand-handed medicine injects the second tube of blood into the black bamboo tube.
Chapter completed!