"rest assured."

"It's enough to cheat twice. If you cheat again, the strategy will be boring."

He Mingqiu smiled innocently.

Those beautiful eyes are full of brilliance.

System: [Wait! Host, have you still recovered your eyes?]

"It's almost the same. The value of Wen Zhi's body has reached the peak of this world."

The system finally knew why Tiandao got angry.

The host jumps repeatedly on the edge of receiving the way of heaven...

If it is the way of heaven, it will probably be angry.

【Host, what should I do now?】

"Selling blood."

【Selling blood?!】

The mechanical sound of the system instantly increased several degrees.

【What to do for selling blood?】

"Exchange money."

"Not a penny, what can I get enough for 500,000?"

【How many times does it have to be sold?】

"Otherwise, what do you think I'm cheating and changing my body value?"

"Sell more blood and make more sympathy for Lou Yechen."

"Then I won't die yet, there will be no impact."

【…I learned, the host, you are still cruel.】

“Low down.”

He Mingqiu pushed open the door and completed the transformation of the sick boy in less than half a second.

The system was dumbfounded.

I'm sorry for my acting skills if I don't win hundreds of gold medals for the actors.

14

The pale-faced boy staggered in the hospital corridor.

He had a bandage wrapped around his head on half, and his delicate face was bleak.

"Bang--"

He bumped into someone.

"Is it okay?"

A gentle voice rang over the boy's head.

The boy rubbed his shoulders silently, raised his head, his eyes were confused.

"fine."

He walked around the slender man and stopped again.

"Sir, do you know, where is the place where the blood is sold?"

Qi Qingzhou was stunned, "Selling blood?"

"Um."

The boy grabbed the corner of his hospital gown and felt uneasy. "Can you tell me where the blood is sold?"

"Can't."

"Oh." The boy hung his head in disappointment, so he asked someone else.

"You're so pale, and you're still thinking about selling blood?"

Qi Qingzhou frowned.

He is not such a nosy person, but the boy's face is really abnormal.

There is still a layer of sweat on the forehead.

Feelings of a serious illness that has not been cured.

"It won't affect it." The boy bit his lip and tried too hard, causing blood to emerge, and the blood color added a little popularity to him.

"You are so weak, and blood is drawn, it's your life." Qi Qingzhou could hardly maintain his gentle expression, and he almost spoke in a cold voice.

"life?"

"He gave his life, just returned it to him."

The boy talked to himself.

He ignored the man who cared about him, held the wall of his right hand and walked close to him.

Qi Qingzhou opened his mouth and said nothing.

He came to pick up the old man home. Time was tight. He looked at the boy deeply and did not meddle in the ward.

The boy walked all the way to the end.

There is a doctor's office.

He knocked.

Someone opened the door soon.

Seeing a patient standing at the door, he looked a little surprised.

"Doctor, can you sell blood here?"

"Is my blood OK?"

The boy stretched out his hand eagerly.

His skin is very white and looks delicate and smooth, which easily reminds people of porcelain dolls.

The thin arms and the cyan blood vessels are clearly visible.

"We can really sell it here..." The doctor looked at his face in embarrassment, "But you are too weak and can't complete the blood draw process. It's very likely that if you draw a tube, you will fall into a coma."

“No.”

The boy shook his head stubbornly and begged: "Doctor, please help me. I need to sell blood for money. Can you help me..."

The doctor said with a headache: "If you feel uncomfortable when you draw blood, then we will stop immediately."
Chapter completed!