The best ambiguous master

Regarding blood donation, Zhao Xiaohan has always kept a respectful distance.

It’s not that he is too stingy, it’s that he himself is a hypoglycemic person. When he was a child, he was almost always anemic. After growing up, his physical fitness has improved a lot, but his hypoglycemia problem has always Until now, he still kept it, and finally met Long Junyang. From a month ago to now, Zhao Xiaohan has donated blood five or six times before he knew it.

Donate blood, just donate blood. The problem is, every time Long Junyang uses a mineral water bottle to put it in, when he sees that he will lose a mineral water bottle of blood every time he donates blood, Zhao Xiaohan feels that he needs someone else to donate blood to him. He thought that this time, since he hadn't seen Long Junyang for more than ten days, he could escape the catastrophe, but he didn't expect that Long Junyang had learned to send text messages on his mobile phone when he couldn't find his own people.

In desperation, Zhao Xiaohan had no choice but to grit his teeth, went out, took a taxi, and came to the place where Long Junyang was.

To be honest, I didn’t think there was anything wrong when I came here before, but now whenever Zhao Xiaohan came to the gate of the yard, he would feel a gust of wind. The experience of donating blood once, unconsciously, has been in Zhao Xiaohan’s life. A shadow was left on that fragile heart.

"Young man, you are finally here!"

When he saw Zhao Xiaohan walking in, Long Junyang started laughing, seeing the bright smile on Long Junyang's face, Zhao Xiaohan always felt like a sheep was in the mouth of a tiger.

"Well, old man, when did you learn to use a mobile phone?" Zhao Xiaohan was very curious about how Long Junyang learned to use a mobile phone. Of course, he had another idea, that is, if he knew who taught him If Long Junyang uses his mobile phone, he doesn't say anything else, just drag it out and hit [-] boards first!

"No, it's him." As he spoke, Long Junyang waved his hand and pointed at Kunzi in the living room. When he saw Kunzi standing at the door of the living room and laughing at him, Zhao Xiaohan's eyes instantly He narrowed his eyes, then waved his hand lightly and said, "Kun Zi, come here first."

"What's the matter, Brother Han?" Hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Kunzi walked over without knowing what happened, but unexpectedly, when he just walked up to Zhao Xiaohan, he saw Zhao Xiaohan grabbing his collar and holding him tightly. Then, before he realized what was going on, he was already punched in the chest.

"Ahem, Brother Han, why did you hit me?"

Kunzi was very wronged, and he didn't know what was wronged. As soon as Zhao Xiaohan came, he gave him a punch first. Although the strength was not very heavy, he still couldn't help coughing violently. After hearing what Kunzi said, , Zhao Xiaohan explained to him calmly: "You taught the old man how to use a mobile phone, right?"

"Yes, it's me." Kunzi nodded, still not understanding what was going on.

"You gave him my cell phone number too?"

"Yes, it's still me." Kunzi nodded again. Although he still didn't understand what was going on, he seemed to understand that he was in trouble.

"Oh, then I hit you!" As soon as the voice fell, Zhao Xiaohan lifted his right leg, and suddenly felt it on his buttocks again, and kicked it out. Zhao Xiaohan clapped his hands in a happy mood and looked at the dragon. Jun Yang glanced at him and said, "Okay, old man, I'm in a much better mood, and I can draw blood now."

"Okay, come with me." Long Junyang walked into the living room with Zhao Xiaohan smiling, completely ignoring Kunzi behind him, watching Zhao Xiaohan and Long Junyang walk into the living room one after the other Here, Kunzi was very wronged, why did he hit him as soon as they met?

"Senior, can you smoke less this time?" Looking at the needle and the mineral water bottle in Long Junyang's hand, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help swallowing, he found that he was a little dizzy now , as soon as he saw a needle, he started to have a headache.

"Yes, yes, of course." Long Junyang readily agreed. Seeing that Long Junyang was so happy this time, Zhao Xiaohan felt a little uneasy. With Long Junyang's character, when did he become so happy? So easy to talk?

"Look, how about taking a milliliter less?"

"One milliliter?" Hearing Long Junyang's words, Zhao Xiaohan finally understood what the old man meant, and the co-author was just to amuse himself.

It's useless to pump a milliliter less.

"Yes, one milliliter." Long Junyang chuckled, without saying a word, moved his hand lightly, and the needle submerged into Zhao Xiaohan's blood vessel unconsciously. When he got into the mineral water bottle, Zhao Xiaohan's heart was also bleeding.

Alas, there is so much blood again, how many chicken legs do I have to eat to make up for it?

After a while, Long Junyang finally stopped drawing blood, casually took a cotton ball and threw it to Zhao Xiaohan, and walked away with the mineral water bottle without looking back, saying as he walked: "Young man, Take the cotton ball yourself to stop the bleeding, be careful, don’t get infected, or your arm will swell as big as a ping pong ball.”

"understood!"

Hearing Long Junyang's instructions, Zhao Xiaohan gritted his teeth and took a cotton ball and pressed it on his bloody mouth. However, the sequelae of excessive blood loss followed him at any time. After a few seconds, Zhao Xiaohan felt that he was a little He was top-heavy and a little dizzy.

On his forehead, unknowingly, a dense layer of cold sweat emerged. For a person who is anemic, blood six or seven times a month is indeed no small challenge.

"Boy, look at how weak you are."

After putting down the mineral water bottle, Long Junyang also came out from the room. Looking at Zhao Xiaohan's face of cold sweat, he couldn't help rolling his eyes. After hearing Long Junyang's words, Zhao Xiaohan felt his heart beat to death. Yes, donating blood six or seven times a month can't make him suffer from the sequelae of excessive blood loss?

This is too bullying, right?

"Boy, make up your body more in the future. Donating such a small amount of blood at such a young age is like dying. In the future, I will often ask you to donate blood. I don't want you to die before my experiment is completed. Hang up first, but it’s okay if you want to die, remember to donate all your blood to me while you’re still alive.”

Long Junyang's voice was still buzzing in Zhao Xiaohan's ears. Hearing Long Junyang's words, Zhao Xiaohan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. In the future, do you plan to ask him to donate blood?Are you going to look for him often?Seeing Long Junyang's relaxed face, Zhao Xiaohan glanced at him angrily and said: "Old man, you haven't told me until now, what do you plan to use my blood for?"