My Vampire Faints at Blood

Chapter 3: Wear gloves when handling patients

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"This is quite an interesting proposal—although we were once enemies of science, if you stand in the camp of science, the original cold and rigid rules will no longer be what they were originally, full of Insufferably stupid and dogmatic."

Wei Long's expression froze for a moment without any trace, and then immediately put on a decent smile. He took off the suit and put it aside, dexterously unbuttoned the cuff of the shirt with one hand, and rolled it up to the elbow, revealing a pale arm with lean but smooth muscles.

Looking at his overly calm attitude, Shang Haojia suddenly felt hesitant.

This kind of hesitation is not inherent, but a valuable experience gradually accumulated during the long-term struggle between molesting and anti-molesting because of this face.

Even without counting the hand-kiss just now, for this sake, Dr. Shang undoubtedly has clearly realized one point—this vampire who seems to have just climbed out of an antique coffin in medieval Europe, probably, maybe, really It's teasing him.

In the course of his twenty-seven years of life, Shang Haojia has been approached by many people with various ingenious means, but this is the first time he has encountered someone who tried to seduce him with epithelial and muscle tissue.

"If it doesn't bother me, I would like to be able to apply for a blindfold to properly block my own vision."

As if seeing his hesitation, Wei Long moved his arms forward again, clenched his fists and put them flat on the table: "Although my recovery ability is very strong, the speed at which I will lose consciousness after seeing blood may It's a little faster than my healing speed."

"Although there is no eye mask, I have a lot of masks here."

Faced with the infinite temptation of upgrading the treatment methods, Shang Haojia finally gave up his inner struggle and chose to dedicate his personal safety to the great medical cause. He neatly pulled out three disposable masks, folded them together and put them on his head: "I will give you a superficial anesthesia first, it may hurt a little, but it will be fine soon."

"Thank you very much—you are such a careful and considerate gentleman. If I were a lady, I would be impressed by your demeanor."

Wei Long nodded with a smile, and relaxed her arms on the desk, obviously not feeling any fear or tension.

It is rare to hear such straightforward and eager praise like a cannonball. Even with the psychological quality that emergency doctors have cultivated all the year round, Shang Haojia still feels a little blush. Instinctively cleared his throat, took out the iodophor cotton ball, and smeared it on his arm twice: "I'm disinfecting you now, it may be a little cold, don't be nervous."

"Don't worry, I don't feel nervous—it's just that the voice I heard tells me that the doctor who is disinfecting me seems to be more nervous than me."

Wei Longxun raised her head, drew circles on the table with her pale fingertips unhurriedly, and turned to Shang Haojia's position with a smile: "I suddenly want to be able to see your expression, I believe It must be beautiful, like a poisoned red apple, with a magical power to make people fall... "

Shang Haojia just took out the lidocaine used for anesthesia, and he shuddered involuntarily, and interrupted him without hesitation: "If you don't want me to shake your hands for a while, accidentally cut off your whole arm If it comes down, I hope Mr. Wei will try not to talk."

"Although I am not afraid of this threat, I am willing to grant your wish."

Wei Long nodded with a smile, but did not speak anymore. Only then did Shang Haojia heave a sigh of relief, and concentrate on infiltrating anesthesia for him, but he couldn't help but glance up at the person sitting upright in front of him.

Compared with the typical oriental face, the opponent's face is obviously tougher, with a high nose bridge and a deeper outline. Although wearing a three-layer mask on his head is funny, it still can't change the fact that his appearance is very outstanding.

Born in a family of criminal police and taught by his parents, Shang Haojia undoubtedly loves science very much—at least in the nearly ten years since he entered the medical university, he never thought that one day he would sterilize a vampire And anesthetized, and then a piece of tissue was removed from his arm and brought back to the laboratory for a biopsy.

The unbelievable level of this matter itself suddenly made Dr. Shang feel a little worried.

After all, the thesis must be absolutely scientific and objective. He is destined to be unable to write in it that he has extracted relevant tissues from a vampire—such a paper submitted in this way, before it is sent to "Science", he is likely to have been invited. I went to "Approaching Science" to do a program.

The last bit of anesthetic has been injected, and Shang Haojia is not willing to stop at this point. He simply made up his mind, carefully picked up the scalpel, and neatly removed a small piece of tissue and put it in the fixative, but he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"I thought you might have some problems—is there anything I can do for you?"

Hearing the voice from the other party stop suddenly, Wei Long turned her head curiously and asked in a warm voice.

Shang Haojia pondered for a while, then decisively picked up the gauze and pressed it on his arm: "If your wound doesn't heal quickly, what might be the reason—is your strength not enough?"

"Oh no no—my strength is still relatively sufficient, please rest assured. After all, due to my own reasons, the chances of me being able to eat smoothly are very slim, so once such conditions arise, I will try my best to store enough strength , so as not to enter a petrified state due to malnutrition that day."

Wei Long smiled and shook her head, her expression still gentle and reliable: "According to my guess, it was probably the funny liquid you injected me at the beginning, which suppressed the speed of my body's automatic healing. After all, it is reasonable To put it bluntly, when your first needle penetrates my skin, my body will automatically start to recover, so the liquid inside cannot be injected into it."

"I was anesthetizing you just now—sorry, sorry, I wanted to make you feel less pain, but who knew it was self-defeating."

Shang Haojia couldn't help being stunned, raised his hand and patted his head in frustration, and quickly bandaged the wound for him: "How long will its effect last, how many hours or a day?"

"You are indeed a very responsible doctor, and you have a considerable sense of responsibility and compassion."

Wei Long took off his mask and looked at him, with a narrow smile in his eyes: "Don't worry about me, although the effect of this liquid is very obvious, its power is still stronger than that used by the vampire hunters to restrain us. The silver cross is much weaker. And please don't blame me for my sake, after all, I actively concealed how I felt when you injected the liquid-because at that time, your fingertips rubbed against my skin, making me I felt a strange warm feeling, which made me forget my voice for a while... "

Seeing that he was really all right, Shang Haojia finally breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help shivering, and shook his head resentfully: "Okay—I've learned the lesson. Next time I operate, Will definitely remember to wear gloves."