“Yes, I have been exposed to many cases, and I am quite sure about it. It is just how much the multiple of dilution is unclear. It still needs to be tested. Fortunately, there are many patients, and several sets of data will immediately give results.”
A large amount of diluted blood was distributed to the patients who rushed over. At the same time, a large screen was also set up on the square, scrolling through Shennai’s crimes, describing the root cause of the disaster and Shennai’s distorted history.
Seeing the guinea pigs in the video, they thought that it was too late to cure their dead or demonized compatriots in the city. The rest of the living relatives and friends embraced each other and wept.
In the dim window of the auditorium, several figures quietly observed the situation there.
“By doing this to them, we won’t get anything? The dilute holy blood is useless. Even if we make people take it, it’s useless. Think of a way, it is a rare opportunity.”
“Why are you anxious? Look again. You see how many times Ye Peitian had drawn blood. He is also a human being.”
“A few of you go to find Gu Zhengqing, and then contact others to see if these old foxes have any ideas to work with us. After all, that man is a demon, and his reputation has been stinky. How many people will really help him in times of crisis?”
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Zhong Hongfei pulled out the needle on Ye Peitian’s arm, stopped the blood for him, and cleaned it subconsciously with iodine, only to find that the needle hole in his skin had long disappeared.
Ye Peitian: “Is the blood enough?”
Zhong Hongfei glanced at the man in front of him. His face and lips were pale, but he was still sitting upright. His eyes were clear, and he even patted the girl standing beside him to show comfort.
“This is too much. If it was a normal person, even a saint, this amount of blood loss would make him die several times.” Zhong Hongfei put away the equipment and said, “You need to rest now. I am a doctor. You must listen to me .”
Ye Peitian looked at the growing crowd outside the tent.
A father, holding his young child, squeezed to the side of the tent and knelt down. The boy in his arms was unconscious, and a small sharp horn had grown in his forehead.
“Save him, I beg you to save my child,” the burly figure cried.
“Oh, this kid was half demonized.”
“Even if we save him, he would never change back.”
“Let’s give it to other people first, after all, the holy blood is also very precious, Ye… Mr. Ye also sacrificed a lot.”
Many people watched the child. Considering Ye Peitian could hear, some people patted the horse’s buttocks. (say something to please others)
“No, no, he is my child. No matter what he looks like, he is my son. I beg you, save him. I will give the Yellow Sand emperor anything he wants,” the man raised the child with both hands, and frantically raised his head on the stone floor.
The Blizzard member responsible for maintaining order stepped forward and gave him a dose of diluted potion. The child drank the medicine, and his dark complexion gradually returned to normal.
He opened his eyes, reached out his small hand and touched the corner of his forehead. He had a fearful expression, but saw his father’s face full of tears. Disregarding his fear, he raised his tender little hand to wipe his father’s tears, “Dad, don’t cry. Did I become a demon and scare you?”
“No, Dad is happy. You just have to be alive, just stay alive,” the boy’s father hugged him tightly. He leaned down on the ground and knocked his head wholeheartedly.
“Thank you, thank you,” he choked.
The treated patients and their families had expressed their gratitude in the direction of the tent. They drank the medicine which had a shocking light red color. It was not the holy blood which ingredients couldn’t be seen after the divine refinement, but it really came from the man sitting in the tent. He was using his own blood to save countless strangers there.
The large screen outside the square was still broadcasting the cruel experiments that Shennai had done.
The man who used to be named as a half demon, sat there, regardless of good or bad, no matter the strength or weakness, and sent the real holy blood for them, strangers.
People just remembered how many people had enjoyed the holy blood long ago, but indiscriminately insulted the person who provided it.
An elderly man who survived, climbed up to bow deeply in the direction of the tent. A middle-aged woman carried cooked food, and a young child brought a large bouquet of spring flowers, which was brought in from afar. They were still afraid of the man who was once known as a half demon. But that did not prevent them from expressing their gratitude.
More young people had joined to carry patients and check water sources. And the saints who had recovered from the disease got together to start the city search for the culprit who committed such evil.
For many people, this may be the first time they had received free assistance after the era of wasteland.
Many people in this era did not believe in the good intentions of human nature, and even habitually mocked the kind and selfless people. But at the time they received the help, they understood the value of selflessness. Under the influence of this atmosphere, many people were also willing to pay a little effort to help others.
Zhong Hongfei hung a bottle of glucose containing blood iron for Ye Peitian, “You can rest assured. I will first arrange medication for patients in urgent condition according to the situation. If the medicine is not enough, I will tell you.”
“Yes, I have been exposed to many cases, and I am quite sure about it. It is just how much the multiple of dilution is unclear. It still needs to be tested. Fortunately, there are many patients, and several sets of data will immediately give results.”
A large amount of diluted blood was distributed to the patients who rushed over. At the same time, a large screen was also set up on the square, scrolling through Shennai’s crimes, describing the root cause of the disaster and Shennai’s distorted history.
Seeing the guinea pigs in the video, they thought that it was too late to cure their dead or demonized compatriots in the city. The rest of the living relatives and friends embraced each other and wept.
In the dim window of the auditorium, several figures quietly observed the situation there.
“By doing this to them, we won’t get anything? The dilute holy blood is useless. Even if we make people take it, it’s useless. Think of a way, it is a rare opportunity.”
“Why are you anxious? Look again. You see how many times Ye Peitian had drawn blood. He is also a human being.”
“A few of you go to find Gu Zhengqing, and then contact others to see if these old foxes have any ideas to work with us. After all, that man is a demon, and his reputation has been stinky. How many people will really help him in times of crisis?”
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Zhong Hongfei pulled out the needle on Ye Peitian’s arm, stopped the blood for him, and cleaned it subconsciously with iodine, only to find that the needle hole in his skin had long disappeared.
Ye Peitian: “Is the blood enough?”
Zhong Hongfei glanced at the man in front of him. His face and lips were pale, but he was still sitting upright. His eyes were clear, and he even patted the girl standing beside him to show comfort.
“This is too much. If it was a normal person, even a saint, this amount of blood loss would make him die several times.” Zhong Hongfei put away the equipment and said, “You need to rest now. I am a doctor. You must listen to me .”
Ye Peitian looked at the growing crowd outside the tent.
A father, holding his young child, squeezed to the side of the tent and knelt down. The boy in his arms was unconscious, and a small sharp horn had grown in his forehead.
“Save him, I beg you to save my child,” the burly figure cried.
“Oh, this kid was half demonized.”
“Even if we save him, he would never change back.”
“Let’s give it to other people first, after all, the holy blood is also very precious, Ye… Mr. Ye also sacrificed a lot.”
Many people watched the child. Considering Ye Peitian could hear, some people patted the horse’s buttocks. (say something to please others)
“No, no, he is my child. No matter what he looks like, he is my son. I beg you, save him. I will give the Yellow Sand emperor anything he wants,” the man raised the child with both hands, and frantically raised his head on the stone floor.
The Blizzard member responsible for maintaining order stepped forward and gave him a dose of diluted potion. The child drank the medicine, and his dark complexion gradually returned to normal.
He opened his eyes, reached out his small hand and touched the corner of his forehead. He had a fearful expression, but saw his father’s face full of tears. Disregarding his fear, he raised his tender little hand to wipe his father’s tears, “Dad, don’t cry. Did I become a demon and scare you?”
“No, Dad is happy. You just have to be alive, just stay alive,” the boy’s father hugged him tightly. He leaned down on the ground and knocked his head wholeheartedly.
“Thank you, thank you,” he choked.
The treated patients and their families had expressed their gratitude in the direction of the tent. They drank the medicine which had a shocking light red color. It was not the holy blood which ingredients couldn’t be seen after the divine refinement, but it really came from the man sitting in the tent. He was using his own blood to save countless strangers there.
The large screen outside the square was still broadcasting the cruel experiments that Shennai had done.
The man who used to be named as a half demon, sat there, regardless of good or bad, no matter the strength or weakness, and sent the real holy blood for them, strangers.
People just remembered how many people had enjoyed the holy blood long ago, but indiscriminately insulted the person who provided it.
An elderly man who survived, climbed up to bow deeply in the direction of the tent. A middle-aged woman carried cooked food, and a young child brought a large bouquet of spring flowers, which was brought in from afar. They were still afraid of the man who was once known as a half demon. But that did not prevent them from expressing their gratitude.
More young people had joined to carry patients and check water sources. And the saints who had recovered from the disease got together to start the city search for the culprit who committed such evil.
For many people, this may be the first time they had received free assistance after the era of wasteland.
Many people in this era did not believe in the good intentions of human nature, and even habitually mocked the kind and selfless people. But at the time they received the help, they understood the value of selflessness. Under the influence of this atmosphere, many people were also willing to pay a little effort to help others.
Zhong Hongfei hung a bottle of glucose containing blood iron for Ye Peitian, “You can rest assured. I will first arrange medication for patients in urgent condition according to the situation. If the medicine is not enough, I will tell you.”
