novelraw Chapter 883 - 856: Their Relationship
Chapter 883 - 856: Their Relationship
Wu Shuang showed no signs of waking up, but judging from her stable pulse, she was gradually moving toward a healthier state. Although her face was still pale and ashen, her breath was strong and steady. From a medical perspective, this was a normal person’s breathing pattern. Her physical condition still showed slight weakness, but with proper care, she could make a full recovery.
"The poison in her body has disappeared. As long as her excretion is normal, she should be bouncing back soon." Xiao Lin confirmed once more and gave Mu Rongyun a gentle smile. "Take them away and leave this to me."
"Are you really going to drain your own blood?" The indifferent voice carried an unusual trace of concern, and Xiao Lin’s smile deepened, more determined in his choice. "With our abilities, getting out of here would be easy." This statement emphasized his desire to stay or wish to take him along.
"You know Fourth Master better than I do; take them away." Xiao Lin stood up and patted Mu Rongyun’s shoulder.
"Dr. Mu, can I classify you as a traitor now?" As she observed the closeness between them, Fourth Master shook her Feather Fan.
"You got one thing wrong. I was never anyone’s anything." Mu Rongyun hoisted Wu Shuang onto his shoulder with one hand and grabbed Charles with the other.
As for Xiao Lin, he said no more. Men sometimes don’t need many words. Xiao Lin was not easily persuaded, and he himself was not one to meddle unnecessarily. Their relationship was subtle.
Neither enemies nor friends, yet they weren’t either. It seemed there was a bond between them, containing limitless hatred but also an unbreakable tether. Watching these two, Fourth Master dangerously narrowed her eyes. She wanted to destroy anything beautiful—an obsession that was bizarre, not knowing whether it was directed at one or both of them. All were unattainable, out of control, and the anger welled from within, causing her to mutter in pain.
"Master!" The faint voice was still heard by Lao Zhao. He turned his head and saw Fourth Master’s face turn pale, and he couldn’t help but worry about her well-being.
Fourth Master waved a hand to stop Lao Zhao from continuing, took a deep breath, and when Mu Rongyun came to Xiao Lin’s side, she grabbed his wrist and flipped it over. Simultaneously, a thick needle was lifted and plunged into his blood vessel without warning.
As his wrist was grabbed, Xiao Lin instinctively pushed outward, striking Fourth Master’s soft body. She stepped forward with her right foot to stabilize herself, her hands never pausing. In Xiao Lin’s momentary hesitation, he gave up on counterattacking; otherwise, with Fourth Master’s strength earlier, she would never have been able to get within half a meter of Xiao Lin.
A tingling pain traveled through his hand. He murmured a slight sound of surprise. This tingling shouldn’t have left any reaction on him, as even anesthesia would be purified when it passed through his skin due to his special physique.
"Do you feel a kind of numbing pain?" The thick needle fully embedded itself into the subcutaneous tissue of Xiao Lin’s skin. "This is a special anesthetic I developed just for you."
"Ha, you’re overthinking it!" Xiao Lin, after a few seconds of adjustment, determined that the numbness would leave painful memories once purified. He lifted his dark eyes to gaze at Fourth Master. In that brief moment, Fourth Master felt drawn into those eyes and hurriedly looked away, instinctively pulling her hands back.
Bright red blood slowly flowed through the plastic tube into a large glass bottle. He had seen such exquisite glassware in the Middle East once, though he had broken it then.
"Why are you so eager to obtain my blood? It’s not omnipotent. You used twenty milliliters of blood to save Wu Shuang’s life, so what’s the difference?" As if chatting with a friend, Xiao Lin leaned boldly against the mechanical table behind him. "This isn’t your manufacturing plant; it looks more like a cardboard packaging facility. The newly added partitions make it clear you’re not planning to stay here long."
"I can answer your second question. If that officer hadn’t initially received your blood to sustain her life, she wouldn’t have survived. As for the twenty milliliters of blood, as most of the toxins were already cleansed, using your high-concentration refined blood activated her own blood, allowing for such quick recovery. Your body—I’m afraid I understand it better than you do. Blood has many roles that you won’t understand; it’s a precious treasure." Fourth Master stared at the red liquid in the glass jar, her eyes emitting a bewitching light that made her angelic face appear even more seductive.
The pain following the numbness crept up from his arm, straight toward his heart. Instantly, Xiao Lin pressed several of his acupoints to protect his heart.
"Draining the blood will cause your heart to stop due to blood loss, and your brain will die from lack of oxygen. I truly don’t want to see that happen," Fourth Master did not prevent Xiao Lin from his actions. Perhaps leaving him would provide more blood samples; humans are essentially dynamic blood-making tools.
Xiao Lin smirked slightly, trying his best to speak less and breathe more. Drawing 200 cc of plasma from a person would cause dizziness. Extracting like this, little by little and evenly, wouldn’t take long before the 500 cc bottle would be full. How much blood does a human body have? It wouldn’t take half a day before he’d be drained.
Ah, the news of the Xiao Family’s first heir being drained of blood in a cardboard workshop without any resistance would probably infuriate all those old folks of the Xiao Family!
"Why are you laughing?" Fourth Master widened her eyes. She wasn’t worried about this man retaliating; the drug on the thick needle was enough to restrain this powerful man. Although the plasma was now less than 300 cc, which wasn’t enough to harm him significantly, it still made it impossible for him to easily get up and fight.
"Fourth Master is a master at using drugs. Xiao Lin has to admit defeat." As the drug entered his body, Xiao Lin understood the person’s intention. "I have a question for Fourth Master: Yao Zheng was a good aide to you, so why did he turn against you in the end?"
"I just despise traitors. One should act according to one’s ability. He’s not fit to be king." Fourth Master shook the glass bottle, making the blood flow out more easily. Smelling the scent of the blood, Fourth Master couldn’t resist the urge to take a sip. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)