"Please help me cure this disease. I don't want to be a burden to Lord God!"

"Of course, I will cure your illness if the replacement price has been collected."

He will not lie, because he has no purpose, since he has said it, he must respond.

But before the official start, Han Yan or the usual question asked her: "Are you afraid of pain?"

"Don't be afraid!" Even though he was tortured by the epidemic, his will tolerate still firmly, making it difficult to imagine that this is an eleven-year-old child.

Although Tu Zhenqiu is not afraid of pain, she is the most curious about why the other party asked: "Quan, please ask, is this question related to the next treatment?" The patient has the right to know his condition and treatment plan, so Han Yan is very straightforward: "The blood in your body has been infected with more than 70%, and the only way to do this is bloodletting and blood exchange." Tu Zhenqiu, who had the head, said in confusion: "Blood exchange?"

The truth is that medical equipment in this era may be at an extremely backward level, and there is no such view of blood transfusion yet.

"The process hurts a little for you ordinary people."

"It doesn't matter, please let go of treatment." Confirming the patient's last wish, Han Yan did not start treatment easily. Holding Tu Zigu's left hand, a short blue water blade was caused by Han Yan's index finger, and quickly scratched her and her left hand. The blood of the ape quickly overflowed and quickly cut the two hands and tied them together with a bandage. Then Han Yan experienced decomposition and controlled his blood to guide the other party. In this era, she investigated in surprise. When she saw his movements, Tu Zigu finally understood what "blood exchange" was used, but what he didn't expect was that the other party used his own blood to do it.

Looking at the bandages that had been tied up and her hands were firmly changed, she said in a panic: "I am a patient with illness. Wouldn't this cause tired of you?"

"No need to worry."

After a brief sentence, he and she temporarily sat in this posture. Fortunately, his own blood type was extremely special. As early as the month before he became the destruction of God, the blood flowing on him, who was born as an artificial person, did not belong to any known blood type, but could be dissolved in any blood type, so it was because of Tu since ancient times that blood exchange did not exist in exclusion. The super-speed regeneration constitution cultivated his rapid blood production rate. One of his purposes could be a mobile "blood bank" for battlefield rescue.

What's more, blood exchange is the most real treatment for her. In addition to being different from ordinary people in terms of examples, his blood is the same in other aspects. Whether it is epidemic prevention, activity, and division, they are far higher than usual (so he is not afraid of any sinister environment one after another.

His treatment plan is to experience the ability of his blood to dissolve in any blood and to strengthen the epidemic prevention characteristics, killing the viruses in his body since ancient times. This is the simplest, but the most random treatment, but he dare not let the blood transport it completely, but he specializes in controlling the flow of blood. This body is now eroded by abuse, and the three slanders erode not only his soul, but also his inner body and even blood and cells. The blood that is infected by abuse is extremely strong! The insult and destructiveness is enough to curse a normal person in an instant. Therefore, he must suppress the blood that is defiled by abuse and guide the undefiled blood to her.

The most dullest period of blood transfusion in this era. Han Yan, who specializes in controlling blood, will definitely not speak actively, while Tu has been bored since ancient times.

Therefore, she spoke to Han Yan: "Will you blame Yu? Those villagers."

But Han Yan asked her: "Why do you blame You?"

"Don't you think you're very resentful?" As if hearing something incredible, Tu Zigu asked him with a look of surprise: "Those who have received your favor will alienate you when they don't need it, and beg you when they need it. Do you really have no disgust for those who forget their righteousness when they see profits?"

Han Yanhui, who was always quiet, said with fear-hearted words: "So he asked why he blames him. Isn't it a very peaceful thing for mankind? He is greedy, jealousy, disputes, doubts and prejudice, stronger than others, prevailing others, and above others. Isn't this a human being? Since he recognizes the essence of human beings, why do he blame for this small thing? Even if he wants to blame him, he can't afford to blame him. Because he even fails to be "resential" essence, he is unable to blame him and has no qualifications to blame him.

Until this moment, Han Yan, who had already been unable to see clearly in Tu Jigu's eyes, became even more castle in the air. At present, this beard is no longer a person who can be compared with contradictions. What he insisted on saying is like an empty shell with human skin and does not know what purpose is driven. The basis is a wine bag. Can such a person still be called a human? Therefore, she excitedly wanted to stand up and argue: "Of course not! My son of God and I are still...

“Don’t move.

Before she could finish her words, Han Yan interrupted her in a steady tone and the truth was so big that such a big move made the fixed interface lose blood.

Tu, who had just sat down again, consolidated his emotions slightly and refuted again: "I don't deny your perception of other people, but not all people are as unbeatable as you said. At least I, Lord Buyang, will never lead to the sheep in your mouth!"

At the same time, after Han Yan just now, she was also analyzing that she could treat people from an investigation perspective. The other party's identity is probably a god or an immortal, and even if not, it should be another existence that is not far from the same.

"Ah Yi, no matter what it is, it will always fail in time." Although he cannot see his expression, it can be heard from the tone of dullness to extremes that this one-sided attitude expressed by the villagers over the past few days is common.

"Not that!"

Tu Zhengu continued to argue that she wanted to change the view of this human being, and she showed no experience.

She was reluctant, even if she could not argue, she would not be silent. Finally, she said symbolically: "One day I will change your opinion."

Regarding her unwilling argument, Han Yan looked at the unwilling link and silently returned to tranquility. If the other party was a strong man, he might also say that he would use force to let Zi, but the dull air next made Tu Zi unable to follow. She always thought she should say something. If they experienced white bandages tied to her hands, she couldn't help asking the same question again: "Is it okay? You said that my epidemic includes viremia, what if you are infected by me?"

It seems that Su I-Ma Zi's miserable situation left too deep in her image, so she is still struggling with this issue.

On the contrary, if she had the talent to make herself sick, he wanted to give it a try. No matter how fierce the virus was, under the taint of this insult, everything would be killed.

"Thank you... for her sudden acknowledgment, Han Yan said that he could not understand: "Why do you thank you?"

“Because you are happy to help me.

I'm afraid that except Han Yan, the whole country will never find anyone who can treat this disease. Even if they can find it, I believe that Dazaitun will be called out by the lion, and I am willing to be displeased with the treatment. If Han Yan was not there, she could almost imagine the scene of her being cut off by her family members.

Therefore, she thanked him again: "Thank you for your treatment."

Just about her gratitude, Han Yan could not understand: "I did not have the reason for your thanks. You have paid the same price. This is an equal business."

"No matter what you said, you may have saved me.

But when I think of the price, Tu Zigu's pale expression was dyed with a hint of blush: "But you must not say anything about the log, otherwise I will kill you and then look for a short message!"

Han Yan almost didn't reply to Lu Su's incident, and she was almost the only one of the following time.

It lasted for half a time, until Tu Zigu's pale expression slightly regained a little red, that he untied the white bandage that tied his hands. Because the super-speed regeneration extracorporeal constitution was under his control, the cut cracks were closed at a rapid speed visible to the naked eye. Tu Zigu, as an ordinary person, had no such ability. When he untied the bandage, he quickly picked up the bloody herbs and applied them to the code words, and bandaged the wound with a new bandage.

After all this, Han Yan started to enter the kitchen boiler. Because there were patients every day, he also prepared a few herbs here.

Although she has given her partial immunity too much, she still needs a little tonic to strengthen her figure when she is in a weak state.

As a doctor, no one is more competent than him. Even though he hates humans, he may do his best to be a doctor. At about a time, when she was waiting to sleep, Han Yan came out of the kitchen with a bowl of boiled Chinese herbs, and Jing placed it in front of Tu Zixiao.

He said in a tone of no disobedience: "Drink it.

She saw that if this bowl of Chinese herbal medicine radiated with the aroma of medicine, although it had not been drunk, she could already feel it was absolutely bitter.

"Do you really want to drink?"

She pretended to be crying, as if she wanted to escape the pain of this bowl of Chinese herbal medicine, no matter how painful it was, she was not afraid of her frowning even if her armpits were split. She was afraid of bitter medicine. Even if she couldn't see his eyes, she could feel the harshness that could not be rejected from a word, but this harshness gave her the illusion of being angry. If it were her own family, Tu would probably have been hiding from the ancient times, but she faced the current one-sidedness, and she believed that she might not have the courage.

Even though I have never seen him angry before, and I have never even seen his expression other than facial paralysis, I have intuition that I must not be angry.

As a last resort, Tu, who died in martyrdom, picked up Chinese herbal medicine and drank it all with his head.

The extremely bitter taste of the medicine made her lie on the side of her throat and cover her throat and want to vomit. She was just sorry that the medicine she had swallowed was not good enough to vomit, so she could only vomit in pain.

I have to say that whether it is the Son of God or Budu, he was most concerned about recruiting Han Yan, even at this time he wanted to recruit him. He couldn't finish everything and fell asleep completely. The medicine came very quickly. Tu on his legs on the ground had a steady breathing sound since ancient times. Han Yan, who was copying, stopped the copying pen, took out the blanket from the void and covered her. The truth was that even a small cold could make her sick during this period.

In the flying gauze, he glanced at the dim dark red pupil on the right, which was a lifeless dim color. He replied in an emotionally bumpy tone: "Trust? Ridiculous, what is trust? Why trust? People are people without permission... The most tragic thing is that the most basic "trust has also been lost, but even if the so-called trust is still there, he will never choose to believe that in his eyes, people are always humans, and nothing else is. Unfortunately, Tu, who has been asleep, has never heard of this sentence since ancient times, and even if he hears it, he cannot do anything for him.
Chapter completed!