He Jiayi's words, like thunder, burst in his ears. Xia Beiqing's hand shook and his pen fell to the ground.

His facial features were distorted by the naked eye. He slowly bent down, shrunk his body, held his head tightly with his hands, and tried to hide himself like an ostrich. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't even make a roar. He could only shake his head desperately.

"Enough!" Hua Yinong pulls back Xia Beiqing's wheelchair, stares at he Jiayi coldly, and says, "don't forget why he is like this today."

He Jiayi straightened up and glanced at Hua Yinong: "I know that you have paid a lot for the encounter, and you are also for the encounter, so that you will become... Like this. As a friend of the encounter, I thank you very much, but what's the significance of your injury for the encounter, and then for you?

If one day someone tells Yu that you can be cured with his life, I believe Yu can die without saying a word

Hua Yinong is really afraid that Xia Beiqing can't bear it. He doesn't want to talk to he Jiayi any more. He pushes Xia Beiqing to leave. When he comes to the door, he stops and turns to he Jiayi and asks, "can the blood of Shen Zhiyu really cure Xia Beiqing's leg?"

He Jiayi took a look at Xia Beiqing, kept silent for a moment, and replied: "I have to promise to do this because I have to beg for it. If I want to use blood to develop medicine to treat my legs and throat, the probability is very low. Moreover, I have to draw a lot of blood from Xia Beiqing. If the research fails once, I have to draw bone marrow again. Let him give up."

Hua Yinong doesn't speak any more. He pushes Xia Beiqing away from the Research Institute and all the way to the underground garage. Xia Beiqing still curls up in a wheelchair and buries his head deeply.

Hua Yinong put his hand on his shoulder and could clearly feel that he was shaking.

What he Jiayi said just now is like a knife, gouging out his heart.

Hua Yinong steps to the front of Xia Beiqing and looks at the embarrassed appearance that he wants to hide himself. He hesitates for a long time and doesn't know what to say.

"Are you... OK? Or we'll have a rest here and I'll take you when you want to go back. "

Xia Beiqing shook his head.

Hua Yinong asked, "do you want to go back now?"

Xia Beiqing slowly raised his head, a pale face full of tears, his eyes blood red, full of tears, can't stop overflow from the orbit.

"Then I'll take you back." Hua Yinong holds Xia Bei in the driver's seat.

On the way back, Xia Beiqing's mood gradually stabilized, his face pale and stiff, powerless drooping head, with a pair of dim eyes looking out of the window.

He Jiayi's words seemed to reverberate in his ears.

In a trance, he remembered that Mr. Shen once said that he Jiayi had been looking for a way to treat his voice. It turned out that this is the way Mr. Shen said. The so-called way is to draw your own blood and hurt your body!

Xia Beiqing just felt that his heart was torn and he couldn't breathe.

Back in the apartment, Shen Zhiyu hasn't come back yet. Hua Yinong pushes Xia Beiqing into the door. Xia Beiqing finds a pen and writes on the paper.

——Could you please leave for a moment? I want to talk about it with Mr. Shen alone.

Hua Yinong nodded: "yes, you can talk slowly. I'll come back in the evening."