"You mean he is sick, do you mean he sucks blood or he faints?"
Feeling thirsty after eating, Shang Haojia leaned over nimbly, snatched a box of yogurt from him, and sat down on the bed contentedly biting the straw.
There has always been nothing to do with this familiar student. An Muxi smiled helplessly, exchanged glances with Wei Long, and then looked at him cautiously: "You two know each other very well? How did you know each other? Do you know his real identity?"
"My beloved Apostle—Although we are bound by the convention, we are prohibited from revealing our identities to ordinary humans. But in my memory, this prohibition actually does not include partners."
Before Shang Haojia could speak, the vampire on the side gracefully took a step forward, stopped in front of him with one hand, and bowed gracefully to the other party: "In fact, I am fighting for Dr. Shang to be my doctor." We have worked tirelessly as a partner, and so far we have had a very good time together.”
A lot of information has been revealed in a few words, and Dr. Shang raised his eyebrows, obviously realizing that the matter is not simple.
As a descendant of criminal investigators, Shang Haojia has already developed a wealth of investigative and anti-reconnaissance capabilities during more than 20 years of struggle with his parents. Faced with the apparently not easy situation at present, Dr. Shang resolutely chose to stop in silence, drank the yogurt cautiously, and silently acquiesced in the vampire's ambiguous words.
"You two—what a match this has to be..."
Looking at the two people standing and sitting in front of them with calm expressions, An Muxi finally felt that her world view had been severely impacted, and she couldn't help but rubbed her temples: "I will go to bed in the future, are you sure that I, a doctor with a medical background, Junior, can't I help but give you artificial respiration?"
"what-"
Before he finished speaking, the usually calm and elegant vampire suddenly clapped his hands and shook his head in frustration.
Although I have long been familiar with the slightly exaggerated expression of the vampires, it is rare to see such an annoyed reaction from the other party. An Muxi blinked blankly, and subconsciously looked at Shang Haojia who was aside: "Why, you two have already slept together, right?"
"Strictly speaking - he slept in my bed, and I slept in his bed."
Apparently he understood what Wei Long was upset about, Shang Haojia answered the question without hesitation, and patted the vampire's perfect waist comfortingly.
"Don't worry, the current first aid technology is very advanced. We will directly perform endotracheal intubation, and mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration is only used in an emergency when there is no equipment-so even if there is a delay for a while, it will not appear. in that picture."
"Speaking like this, I feel a lot of comfort. I thought our werewolf friend interrupted a crucial opportunity, but now it seems that opportunism really won't work."
The vampire nodded in relief, met the human doctor's gaze sincerely, and leaned over to him with a smile: "However—my doctor, it seems that I have never had the opportunity to tell you. When your When I pressed my hands on my chest, the strong force from above almost made my heart beat again after a long absence... "
"Okay, okay, you are a pure blood vampire, did your heart ever beat?"
Impatiently interrupting the vampires who were flirting anytime and anywhere, An Muxi pushed aside the stool and sat down, and patted Shang Haojia's shoulder earnestly: "You'd better be careful, this guy is more than a thousand years old after all. Vampire, although he has slept for more than 900 years... In the end, you should not be easily fooled by his rhetoric. The vampires rely on this method to find their own prey."
"Actually, I already know a lot about his situation. In comparison, I'm still more curious about your situation."
Shang Haojia held his chin in one hand, looked up and down at the senior who had been with him for seven or eight years, and met his gaze with great interest: "You are definitely not a vampire, and you don't look like a werewolf in terms of characteristics. I just heard He called you Your Excellency the Apostle, explaining that you have the right to restrict all races, plus you were invited to the police station—my dear senior, are you the prophet who is said to have driven the low-level Mingwolves crazy?"
"I have to say that it is really a big loss for the public security team if you go to the clinic."
An Muxi sighed with a wry smile, shook her head helplessly and got up, straightened her clothes solemnly, and cleared her throat twice in a serious manner.
"Okay, please allow me to re-introduce myself—I do serve in the Special Ability and Race Investigation Bureau, and I am an elf of light. I cannot shirk the responsibility for this riot, and I came here specially this time to meet Human colleagues joined forces to find a way to deal with the current situation. You have always wondered why I have not been able to graduate with a Ph.D., in fact, it is because of the endless disputes and troubles of these races, which consumed a lot of my energy... "
"Elves of Light, this is the coolest-sounding race I've encountered so far."
Nodding thoughtfully, Shang Haojia folded his arms and raised his head, carefully sizing up the elf in front of him: "If I remember correctly, in the legend, elves are the children of nature, with delicate and rich emotions, and the melody and tone of their speech They are just as beautiful and beautiful when they sing..."
"Okay, don't go on talking."
When he heard the second half of his sentence, An Muxi's complexion suddenly turned bitter, and he pressed the junior's shoulder: "Excuse me, brother, tell me how much you want, I will go back and give you red envelopes …”
"Mu Xi, you should know that I have never been a person who is easily tempted by money."
Shang Haojia patted him on the shoulder heartily, and was about to reject the other party's proposal with dignity, but his expression suddenly changed slightly, and the conversation changed accordingly.
"But—if you'd help me pick out two outfits for my vampire friend, I'd love to keep this secret for you..."
"Okay, what kind of clothes do you want, casual or sporty? What style do you want, warm men's at home or youthful campus?"
It was so hard for him to change his words, and An Muxi finally let go of her heart. She nodded in time, and suddenly grabbed the vampire's hand enthusiastically: "My dear vampire friend, your skin is fairer. , and the blood color is relatively light. I recommend you to try the home warm men's series, camel and off-white can be very good to reconcile the pale feeling on your body... "
It was the first time for the apostle to be treated so enthusiastically. The vampire, who has always been at a high-risk monitoring level, blinked, subconsciously took half a step back, and shook his head with a chuckle: "Dear apostle, your attitude really makes me a little nervous. Flattered to..."
"What does it mean to be flattered? It's obviously frightened—Mu Xi, isn't it just a little innocuous problem? As for making you suddenly become a shopping guide for Watsons?"
Shang Haojia obviously couldn't bear to see the scene in front of him any longer, he slapped away the hands still held by the two, sighed resentfully, and shook his head towards the elf apostle who had no image for a moment.
Meeting his distressed gaze, An Muxi's expression was not much better. With a bitter face, he clasped his hands together twice, and then pulled him to his side: "Come out with me later, and I will explain to you alone..."
Unexpectedly, the other party would care so much about such a small detail, Shang Haojia turned his head noncommittally, but sat back in a temporary compromise.
Finally calming down the other party for the time being, An Muxi breathed a sigh of relief, looked up and down the vampire's rather outstanding figure in front of him, and nodded broadly.
"I probably understand his positioning and needs-you don't need to buy things of uneven quality online. Wait for a chance to measure his size. Our family has a private tailor. I'll go back and ask him to give Your vampires just need to make two sets of clothes."
"No, I can write to you now."
Shang Haojia shook his head resolutely, casually took out a piece of white paper from the table, and took out a gel pen from his shirt pocket. After writing a few lines neatly, he folded the paper and handed it over.
Taking the paper in awe, An Muxi was silent for a while, and then patted the junior on the shoulder earnestly.
"I've told you several times—can you guys correct the problem of having two pens in your pockets? It's very unfashionable..."
"A doctor's pen is the same as a man's lighter. It must be accessible anytime and anywhere, and it must be ready to be taken away anytime and anywhere."
Shang Haojia waved his hand disapprovingly, winked at the door, and nodded apologetically to Wei Long.
Still in the surprise that the other party can write down their measurements casually. The vampire hurriedly nodded slightly, and thoughtfully signaled to the two that they don't need to care about themselves, with a cheerful and happy smile still on their faces.
Seeing that the other party didn't care, Shang Haojia dragged An Muxi out. Puzzled, he frowned, and patted the wryly smiling elf in front of him: "Isn't it just singing out of tune? These days, vampires can get blood sick. If the elf sings out of tune, what's so shameful?"
"For humans, there is nothing shameful about singing out of tune—but for us elves, singing hymns is originally our way of purifying lower-level races."
An Muxi sighed heavily with a wry smile, crouched down against the wall with her head in her arms, and instantly became a pixie ball in frustration: "I won't hide it from you, the werewolf who hurt people last night just listened to my singing After the hymn, I suddenly lost control and fell into madness... "