Time passed quickly, and after successfully sending a wave of interns into the emergency department, Dr. Shang finally got his hard-won vacation again after his retirement.
The vampire's visit made no waves. Under the influence of unknown forces, almost everyone forgot what happened that day, and the medical records were missing. Shang Haojia once worried about checking the monitoring, but was told that there was a sudden power outage that night, and the monitoring had also stopped. Accidentally lost.
Such a skilled and meticulous method is obviously not something a novice can do.
It's just that none of this has anything to do with Dr. Shang—his memory hasn't been erased, the tissue taken that day is on the glass slide in front of him, and there is a business card that the vampire forcibly stuffed in the butt pocket of his jeans.
Beautiful, dark, full of medieval gothic style. From any angle, it really looks like a gift card in crispy noodles.
Of course, crisp noodles are not important, what is important is papers and science.
Shang Haojia put aside too cumbersome thoughts, withdrew his thoughts, and concentrated on examining the tissue sections under the microscope.
Surprisingly, under the mirror, the vampire's body tissue that he sacrificed in exchange for his hue couldn't be seen any difference from the human body. Except—this vampire's muscles look really good in the hand...
Thinking of seeing the smooth muscles on Wei Long's arm that day, Dr. Shang subconsciously poked the cover glass lightly with tweezers, and lost his mind during the experiment for the first time.
"What exactly are you sending for inspection—frog blood?"
The door of the laboratory was suddenly pushed open, and a young man in white came in from the door, and handed it to him: "I didn't even have a single blood cell. I thought it was because the equipment was broken, and I deliberately took my own blood cells." A tube of blood was tested again..."
"It's good to take more blood frequently. Statistics show that women's hematopoiesis is much better than men's. Do you think our female compatriots lose blood every month?"
Shang Haojia snapped his fingers and waved, took the A4 paper in his hand, spread it on the table and compared it item by item: "Mu Xi, when I was in graduate school, you were studying for a Ph. You are still studying for your doctoral dissertation—are you going to live and learn like this?"
"We must have independent research and development results. You are a big clinic, so don't show off here with us who have studied and tested."
An Muxi glared at him angrily, raised her leg and kicked his stool: "You have already saved up two years of vacation, and you have managed to scrape together a few days of vacation, so you plan to spend time in the laboratory? "
The two met when Shang Haojia was a graduate student. Later, one left the clinic and the other stayed in school, but they still kept in touch with each other from time to time. Shang Haojia did not have his own funds for the experiment, and relied entirely on the materials and instruments of An Muxi's experimental team. This time, he conveniently gave An Muxi a copy of Wei Long's blood sample.
Now it seems that since the problem does not lie in the tissue cells, it probably means that there is indeed some special substance in the blood of vampires that is different from that of human beings.
"Otherwise? I have to make my parents fully aware of the mistakes that forced me to switch from forensic to clinical."
Shang Haojia clapped his hands confidently, and neatly put the test bench back in place. I stuffed the things I brought back into the suitcase, and shook the inspection report at him: "But I still have to go home, I'm going to catch the subway—thanks, I'll ask you to sing later."
"It's easy to say, which ktv do you want to close down, I will definitely be there on call."
An Muxi nodded, agreed happily, and sent him out of the laboratory.
Changing from his white clothes, Shang Haojia carried a laboratory suitcase all the way, rushed straight to the subway station, but just got off the elevator, he suddenly stopped in thought.
Behind him, two creeping black shadows also hurriedly stopped, and hurriedly hid in the corner of the wall.
Shang Haojia rested his chin on the stop sign for a while, and finally walked to a ticket vending machine, and put the eye-catching silver suitcase at his feet.
"Doctor Shang, there are two people following you all the time—do you need my help?"
Suddenly a tall figure approached beside him, Shang Haojia raised his head slightly, and saw He Jialun's tough and masculine face: "Mr. He—what a coincidence, so you guys also take the subway?"
"No way, their vampires have good physical fitness, but when we don't transform, we are no different from you humans. As for some of my own problems, I can't transform smoothly, so I can only sit on your subway gone."
He Jialun sighed helplessly, took out a banknote from his wallet, and stuffed it skillfully into the ticket vending machine: "Don't talk about me—Wei Long said let me treat you according to his level, you need me Can you help me get rid of the tail behind you?"
"Thanks. But no, I can handle it myself."
Shang Haojia shook his head with a smile, and selected the site on the screen: "They should have seen me carrying a box and thought it contained something valuable—since you want to survive in human society, you must understand how to survive in human society." Law. If you do something to them now, they are an attempted crime, and if you accidentally injure them again, it will be even more difficult to judge clearly. "
"What nonsense—I don't understand. Anyway, if you want me to help you fight, just say hello. If you can fight well, I will wait for you by the side."
He Jialun felt dizzy and interrupted him impatiently. Shang Haojia couldn't help chuckling, shook his head indistinctly, and put one hand in. Put it in your pocket: "Not yet, just watch from the side."
Werewolves are straightforward and irritable, and many of them are keen to fight alone. Naturally, He Jialun can understand his reluctance to be helped by others. He just looked at the thin figure of this ordinary human being compared to himself, and couldn't help shaking his head, but he still took the lead to go to the security check.
Shang Haojia took out a banknote from his pocket as if he hadn't noticed anything, and just as he stuffed the banknote into the automatic ticket vending machine, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side.
The man went straight to his suitcase, picked it up and was about to run away with his arms in his arms. Suddenly, something stumbled hard under his feet, and he lost his center of gravity in an instant, and fell heavily to the ground.
"See? That's called an accomplished crime."
Shang Haojia took the box that was almost out of his hand because of the man's fall, and Shi Shiran took back the right leg that tripped him, and clamped his wrist. Just twisting and pulling, accompanied by the man's screams, firmly pressed the man to the ground.
The commotion here was really not small, and people surrounded him in an instant.
The man was sweating coldly from the pain, he couldn't help gasping for air, and he struggled to hold up half of his body: "Here, this big brother—leave a thin line of life, so that we can meet later. People pay attention to not revealing their wealth, and you are so eye-catching! Your box is too dangerous, let me yell for you, brothers, I will guarantee that no one will touch your box..."
"There's only a little epithelial tissue in it, as well as a few tubes of serum and plasma samples. If you don't want to publish a paper, it's useless to steal it."
Shang Haojia patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner, seeing the man's increasingly bewildered expression with satisfaction, let go of the restraint on him, clapped his hands and stood up.
"Young man—be careful. This guy is very slippery. Whenever he can't see it, he just runs away!"
Apparently, someone in the crowd of onlookers recognized this habitual thief, and when they saw him, they let go of him, and hurriedly reminded him.
Shang Haojia just nodded with a smile, glanced at the man in front of him who was struggling to move, and took out the subway ticket and the change he found unhurriedly: "It doesn't matter, I unloaded his The arm is not easy to reset like a skilled person—there is a surveillance camera above my head, which can be directly called out as evidence. I am in a hurry to go home, please send him to the station duty room, and I will not follow. "
Both parents are front-line criminal police officers. Dr. Shang, who was deeply influenced by the family environment since he was a child, obviously has hidden skills. It is precisely because of this that before he had time to choose a direction, he was named by the hospital leaders and placed in the emergency department, which needed the most combat power, successfully guarding the peace and tranquility of the emergency department for two full years.
Although he doesn't mind being brave and righteous, according to the development process of the previous stories, Shang Haojia really doesn't have much interest in the follow-up investigation and commendation, and he might as well go home as soon as possible and have a good sleep. After handing over the person to the two young men who had the courage to stand up, he picked up the suitcase, nodded at He Jialun, and hurried over to the security check.