Sheng Tingye frowned, showing a researching expression, "What do you mean by what you just said? What do you mean that my blood was exchanged by you?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Chu Zhixin scratched her hair and said to the doctor: "Take my blood, hurry up!"

Immediately afterwards, she came to the operating room one step ahead of Sheng Tingye.

"Slap mine too."

Sheng Tingye followed closely behind, determined to give Qiao An a blood transfusion.

He felt that as a man, he should have this kind of responsibility.

"You guys..."

This was the first time the doctor encountered this situation. Since the patient could no longer afford to delay, he could only quickly advance the blood transfusion step and said, "Okay, let's do it together to prevent the blood demand from being too large for one person to bear."

In the end, with the joint efforts of Chu Zhixin and Sheng Tingye, Qiao An was finally out of danger and was pushed into the general ward, waiting to wake up.

"Are you okay?"

After Chu Zhixin and Sheng Tingye came out of the operating room, they asked each other in unison.

"I'm fine. I told you that my hematopoietic function is very strong."

Sheng Tingye put his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows slightly, looking cool and arrogant.

"Yes, you are very strong. I remember correctly that you fainted just now, right?"

Chu Zhixin held back her laughter and asked seriously.

"It's nothing, I was asleep."

"Okay, okay, I fell asleep. Anyway, you really need to see a doctor for your dizziness and blood circulation. Keeping it like this is not an option."

My original intention was to worry about him from the bottom of my heart. This kind of concern has been deeply rooted in my bones and has become a habit.

"You care so much about me. I think you have forgotten that we are rightfully opposite each other."

Sheng Tingye's concern for Chu Zhixin could not be suppressed, but he could not show it on the surface. Instead, he pretended to be arrogant. He really had the personality of a primary school chicken.

"The opponent also has a truce. Now that both of us have lost blood, we should support each other. Let's fight again when we have recovered our health!"

Chu Zhixin raised her head, looked at the clock on the wall, and said, "How about we go eat something good and get some blood?"

"Good suggestion."

Sheng Tingye readily agreed.

Shanda Group has cooperated with Bian Jiang before, and he has been to Phnom Penh several times, so he is quite familiar with this place that everyone avoids and knows where some authentic food is.

The two of them came to the largest food city nearby, where everything from food stalls to high-end restaurants was available.

"What do you like to eat?"

Sheng Tingye asked with a gentlemanly attitude.

"I can do it. There are no taboos."

"Okay, let me take you to eat some local specialties."

Sheng Tingye was rarely enthusiastic. He pursed his thin lips and walked through the bustling food city like a local tour guide with a novice attitude.

Finally, they turned around and came to a particularly narrow and deserted alley.

Chu Zhixin swallowed her saliva unconsciously as she looked at the red and green light signs, the peeling off walls, and the wary looks of some local people.

"By the way, are you planning to sell me?"

"Selling you?"
Chapter completed!