Looking at the "murderous weapon" in Richard's hand, Gutas was wary and asked: "You... what do you want to do?"
"Draw blood." Richard said calmly, "I just said it."
After speaking, Richard pulled away the small square table with food in front of Gutas, walked to Gutas, and was about to insert the syringe into Gutas' arm.
Gutas raised his barely movable arm and hit Richard hard, struggling wildly. He didn't know what exactly was in Richard's hand, but he felt a fear from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't want the sharp needle to penetrate his body.
Richard looked at Gutas, who was very uncooperative, and raised his eyebrows. The next moment, his lips opened and closed slightly, and the brute force of the wind had been blessed on him.
With a "pop" sound, Richard grabbed Gutas' struggling arm and held it tightly like an iron hoop. Under Gutas' wide-eyed gaze, he inserted the needle into the blood vessel of Gutas' arm, pulled the piston with one hand, and drew out the blood bit by bit.
After a while, after the extraction was completed, Richard pulled out the needle, leaving a round hole wound visible to the naked eye on Gutas' arm.
Gutas was terrified, feeling a little cold all over his body, as if his soul had been taken away, and the pain at the wound was even more unbearable.
Looking down and taking a closer look, Gutas was shocked and couldn't help but feel a little sluggish. Because he discovered that there was not one round wound on his arm, but three!
Yes, three!
The other two had been clotting for a long time, and he didn't even know when it was caused.
this!
Richard ignored Gutas, and after finishing drawing blood, he quickly processed it.
Because the blood was drawn after Gutas had eaten, although most of the food had not had time to be digested, some chylomicrons of food that were digested relatively quickly were absorbed into the blood, so the blood appeared a little turbid and sticky.
And this is one of Richard's purposes: to test Gutas' blood condition in various states - the blood in the normal state has been drawn from the opponent's two comas before and after, but this time it is in an abnormal state.
Sampling, pushing, drying, dyeing, rinsing...
Richard used the drawn blood to quickly make a blood smear, observed it, and then conducted some biochemical tests.
From Gutas' point of view, what he saw was that Richard was conducting various weird alchemical experiments with his blood, as if he was preparing to mix his blood into something evil.
The more Gutas watched, the more frightened he became. The cold air rose from the soles of his feet and reached the top of his head. He felt that he had confessed this time.
He panicked, he regretted, and he felt that coming here tonight was the biggest mistake. But... there seems to be no regret medicine.
What to do? He won't die, will he
Gutas had been thinking wildly for a long time. Richard had already finished the blood test, then turned around and walked towards Gutas again with a syringe in his hand, saying, "Well, it's almost time. Now let's do the next blood draw."
"No!" Gutas shouted at high speed. He already knew that he was unable to break free, but it did not prevent him from shouting and shouted at Richard, "Get away, you evil wizard, get away, you Dirty pharmacist, get out of here, you ugly alchemist! Don't touch me, don't touch me! What on earth are you going to do with my blood? If you dare to draw blood from my body again, I'm done with you! Ah!"
Richard grabbed Gutas' arm, ignored Gutas's cry, inserted the syringe, quickly drew enough blood, and then pulled it out.
Patting Gutas on the shoulder, Richard comforted him: "Don't be nervous, I'm just doing some experiments with your blood and collecting some data. Don't worry, there will be more blood draws in the future, just calm down." "
After listening to Richard's words, Gutas didn't calm down at all. On the contrary - his mentality was about to explode. He shouted crazily: "Get away! Get away! Get away! Don't touch my blood! No!" Touch my blood! Did you hear that?"
Of course Richard heard it, and Richard was sure that Pandora, who was sleeping, also heard it. Because Pandora was turning over on the bed, breathing heavily from her nostrils - this was her way of expressing herself after being disturbed from sleeping.
Seeing Pandora's situation, Richard quickly shushed Gutas and said: "Quiet, someone is sleeping, don't wake her up. Otherwise... believe me, the result will definitely not be what you want." of!"
"I don't care!" Gutas ignored him at all, "I want you to give me my blood back!"
Richard shook his head helplessly. In order to study quietly and to prevent Pandora from being quarreled and running away, he found a torn rag from the side and stuffed it into Gutas' mouth.
"Uh huh..." Gutas struggled, and the next moment his voice disappeared.
Richard nodded with satisfaction and was about to take the blood to prepare for the experiment. As soon as he turned around, he heard Gutas behind him spitting out the rag and shouting: "Don't try to block it." Shut up, you useless alchemist! I warn you, return my blood to me quickly and let me go, otherwise I will definitely make you regret it!"
Richard turned to look at Gutas.
Gutas stared and shouted: "Give it back to me! Let me go!"
Richard shook his head lightly, showing a helpless expression, walked towards Gutas, picked up the rag stained with dust and saliva on the ground, and stuffed it into Gutas' mouth again without any courtesy.
"Uh huh..."
This time Gutas struggled even more fiercely. Before Richard could turn around, he spat out the rag again in front of Richard, and said with a bit of pride and demonstration: "Boy, hurry up. Give me back the blood and let me go quickly! Otherwise, I will make you fight to death here! You can't stop me with just a rag, you can't stop me!"
Richard sighed.
Simply using a cloth cannot stop a person's mouth.
In fact, like in some movies and TV shows on modern earth, if a ball of cloth is randomly stuffed into a person's mouth, it will be spit out easily. No matter how tight it is, the result will be the same.
This is because when the cloth is being used, the tongue in the mouth will automatically shrink and press against the end of the cloth, leaving a certain gap in the mouth. After stuffing the cloth, press your tongue and squeeze your tongue and buccinator muscles to spit out the cloth easily.
The solution to this problem is simple, just press your tongue.
Richard understood the situation. In fact, Seb didn't really want to block Gutas' mouth just now, but just asked him to calm down.
But since the other party is so uncooperative, then we have to really block the other party.
With a soft "click" sound, Richard placed the syringe on the small square table next to him, then reached out to pick up the spoon on the square table next to him, bent down and picked up the rag on the ground that was filled with dust and saliva.
He stretched out his hand to open Gutas's screaming mouth, put the spoon in, pressed it against his tongue, pressed it to the bottom of his mouth, and stuffed the rag tightly.
Finally, the spoon was taken out. Richard picked up the syringe on the small square table and walked to the long table on one side to conduct the experiment without looking back.
Gutas, who was tied to the chair behind him, suppressed his blush and tried hard to spit out the rag like the previous two times, but... he couldn't do it at all.
"Uh huh... uh!"
Gutas couldn't shout anymore. The room became quiet. Pandora's breathing on the bed became quieter and she fell asleep contentedly.
Gutas looked at Richard's continuous experiments and became desperate and gave up. He felt that he was completely unable to resist.
Staring at Richard with wide eyes, his eyelids became a little heavy as he watched, and he fell asleep like Pandora. But the next moment, as soon as his eyes closed, there was a "sting" sound, and a burning sting came from his elbow, waking him up.