Chapter 1876: Chapter 1870: Foolish for 3 Years After Pregnancy
“Yingying, I asked you to persuade him, not to undermine .” Qin Xue looked at Nangong Beiying in disbelief.
Already worried, she asked Yingying to explain, and instead, she blocked the path further, making Chu Molin even more anxious.
“I know what you an, it’s just that your blood is rarer than panda blood. There are so people with panda blood in the mortal world, but you are the only one with your blood type. It’s not just your man who’s uneasy, even I am.” Of course, Nangong Beiying understood Qin Xue’s intentions.
But reality is harsh; to save others, she must hurt herself to do it. Sotis, Nangong Beiying wished she weren’t so kind-hearted, even if she were just a little more ruthless.
“Yingying, Chu Molin, I assure you I’m really okay. Trust , will you? How about this, you watch draw blood; really, just one bowl is enough. Qing Teng’s case is special, so it needs a bit more.
And as for Chu Molin, there are too many hidden health issues, which is why I want him to drink a little. The rest is just for making dicine, you know about dicinal guides, right? Only a bit is needed, so don’t worry, okay?” Qin Xue worried they’d react this way, which was why she initially didn’t want them to co, but they all followed her here.
“Alright then, just take care.” Qin Xue’s words made Chu Molin want to argue, but when he saw her big eyes, he couldn’t say anything more, and he had to agree with her.
“Fine, I’ll help you.” Although Nangong Beiying didn’t want her to do this, a healer’s heart is compassionate. She knew Qin Xue wouldn’t change her mind, and disagreeing wouldn’t help.
If there’s no other choice, then let her help her do it, as she couldn’t bear to watch idly by.
“Alright, watch out for the blade.” Qin Xue handed the dagger to Nangong Beiying.
“Chu Molin, hold that bowl properly.” Nangong Beiying took the dagger and instructed, glancing at Chu Molin.
“Okay.” What could be more heartbreaking than watching your beloved do sothing that harms them? But after looking at his wife, Chu Molin picked up the bowl from the table and held it under Qin Xue’s wrist.
“Wait, Xuexue, aren’t you working at the hospital?” Nangong Beiying suddenly rembered sothing important.
“Yes, oh, I got it, wait a mont, I’ll be right back.” Upon hearing Nangong Beiying’s words, Qin Xue realized she had forgotten such an important matter.
Chu Molin didn’t understand what they were hinting at; he just watched as his wife ran to the cabinet, opened the door, and brought out her dical kit.
“Luckily, there are unused ones.” Qin Xue rummaged through, finally finding a syringe. “Such a useful thing almost got abandoned by you, yet you still thought of cutting yourself, I’m really impressed with you.” Nangong took the syringe, attached a soft tube, then disinfected and inserted it into Qin Xue’s wrist to draw blood. (I’m not sure how to put this perfectly, so please forgive the rough explanation.)
“Yes, they say pregnancy dulls the mind for three years. I’ve had two kids, so shouldn’t I be dull for six years?” Qin Xue joked to lighten the tense atmosphere.
“Yeah, I think you really are silly. Doesn’t it seem less terrifying this way? Doing it the earlier way just made people uncomfortable, and now there’s no visible wound, no recovery period, and no scars—how nice.” Nangong Beiying watched the blood flow into the bowl, as red as the red spider lilies in hell.
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