My Master is Lin Zhengying

Nan Chen was used to all kinds of needles in his previous life.

But it's the first time I've seen such a big one.

This kind of capacity is probably a shot for the elephant.

I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart, but soon relieved.

He saved his life, only three tubes of blood, but it's not fatal.

What's more, he just saved Uncle Jiu.

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

This is a good thing.

Therefore, without any hesitation, Nan Chen raised his sleeves and said:

"Thousand-handed genius doctor, smoke it!"

Nan Chen spoke without hesitation, sat on the chair, and put his hands on the table.

It should be the first time for Wen Cai to see this kind of Western-style needle, and he is a little scared.

He looked more nervous than Nan Chen.

Seeing that Qianshouyao is holding such a thick needle tube, he still wants to use this thing to stab Nanchen.

He had some palpitations and said:

"Thousand-handed genius doctor, does this thing hurt when stuck on your body?"

Yu Jiqian smiled and said:

"No pain, no pain, I'll be there soon!"

After finishing speaking, a needle was inserted into the blood vessel at Nanchen's bicep.

Lift up with the needle.

The blood continued to flow into the needle tube along the needle.

Nan Chen didn't have much psychological burden. In his previous life, when he was given an injection to drink water, he often got an injection.

That's how it feels when you get a needle to draw blood.

However, Wencai's heart shuddered when he saw it.

After all, this method of bloodletting with a needle tube.

Now, it's not in his cognitive range, so it's somewhat frightening.

When it came to the Thousand Hands Medicine, watching Nan Chen's hot blood being drawn out.

He was so excited that his hands were shaking.

Breathing is also a little short.

The expression is also a little weird.

Seeing that his condition was not quite right, Nan Chen shouted:

"Thousand-handed doctor, thousand-handed doctor..."

After shouting twice in a row, the old guy finally came to his senses.

"Oh, oh sorry, the old man was distracted.

Soon, there were still two tubes of blood. "

After speaking, pull out the needle.

With the other hand, he took out the gauze and asked Wen Cai beside him to hold it down.

Meanwhile, in his medicine chest.

He took out a black bamboo tube and used the drawn blood.

All poured into the black bamboo tube.

Then, pick up the needle again, also sterile.

Once again, it pierced into a blood vessel on Nan Chen's arm.

Once again, Nan Chen's blood was drawn.

Wen Cai saw the amount of blood drawn out by the large needle, and felt that there was more than half a bowl of blood in one needle.

But this Qianshou Yao insisted that three tubes should be smoked.

Seeing Nan Chen's pale face, Wen Cai said aside:

"Thousand-handed genius doctor, my junior brother's face is pale.

I think stop smoking! "

And this Qianshou Yao pulled out the second tube full of blood, and said with a smile:

"It's okay, Mr. Nanchen is strong.