The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 151 Good things come in hard times

Mu Xin took the people and the blood he had drawn and rushed to the treatment department without stopping.

Dr. Yan, who was waiting for them in the corridor, asked immediately upon seeing them: "How is it? Where is the blood you drew?"

Lieying handed the glass bottle of bright red blood to Dr. Yan and said, "Not bad. The blood collection went smoothly."

Dr. Yan shook the glass bottle, and the blood inside created ripples.

"It's good to get it. I'll go sterilize the blood first."

Mu Xin nodded, "Then go quickly."

Then Dr. Yan hurriedly left with the glass bottle.

Mu Xin looked at Hui Ge and Lie Ying who had been following him and said, "You have worked hard, go back to your dormitory and rest. I am here."

"Commander, are you okay alone?" Hui Ge was a little worried about Mu Xin staying here alone.

He was not afraid of what would happen to Yan Shaohui, but was afraid that Mu Xin would suddenly faint.

The firewood is now so thin that it looks like it will fall over if the wind blows.

Yan Shaohui’s safety is uncertain now, and Mu Xin cannot afford to get into any more trouble.

Mu Xin nodded confidently, "Okay."

"Okay," Hui Ge could only obey Mu Xin's words, "If you have any problems, just send someone to find me and Lie Ying."

"Ah."

Then Hui Ge and Lie Ying left. Now Mu Xin was the only one left in the corridor of the treatment department.

He walked to the large window of the intensive care unit through which he could see what was happening inside, and looked at Yan Shaohui lying on the bed.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and his whole body was quiet and peaceful. If he hadn't been in a room full of cold machines, Mu Xin would have almost thought that Yan Shaohui was just sleeping.

"If you die, I will let everyone in the Yagura base be buried with you." Mu Xin rested his forehead against the glass window, muttering to himself with his eyes lowered.

He suddenly understood why Yan Shaohui was so eager to seek revenge on Ming Xiche. If he had been shot dead by Yan Shaohui, he would have gone crazy and felt that he must seek revenge on Ming Xiche.

Because only in this way can the enemy's hot blood give a little warmth to your dead soul, at least you feel that there are still things in this world that you must accomplish.

All the principles and righteousness became bullshit at that time.

The people I love most are gone, so who would have the energy to think about those nonsense things?

Mu Xin leaned against the window of the intensive care unit and closed his eyes, hoping that Yan Shaohui could feel his feelings and know how much he wanted him to live.

Yan Shaohui, who was lying on the hospital bed, seemed to have telepathy and his little finger moved almost imperceptibly, but Mu Xin couldn't see it.

About an hour later, Dr. Yan hurried back with the things.

"Come on, Xiao Xinxin. Come with me and change your clothes and go in." Dr. Yan said this as soon as he saw Mu Xin.

Mu Xin responded with an "OK", then followed Dr. Yan to change into sterile clothes and enter the intensive care unit.

"...Shaohui."

Seeing Yan Shaohui sleeping on the hospital bed in front of him, Mu Xin called Yan Shaohui's name almost in a trembling voice, his voice was so small, as if he was afraid of scaring others.

Dr. Yan patted Mu Xin's shoulder and said, "Please help me."

Mu Xin withdrew his gaze from Yan Shaohui, then sniffed and began to help Dr. Yan.

"The information said that we need to feed the poisoner's blood to the poisoned person, and then wait for the antidote to take effect." Dr. Yan touched his chin and said.

Mu Xin frowned, "Are you sure it's that simple?"

"I don't know." Dr. Yan shrugged.

"..."

Dr. Yan coughed lightly and said, "Now we have to give it a try. It can't get any worse, right?"

Mu Xin sighed, "You are right, never mind, just do as you say."

Dr. Yan hummed, then took out the glass bottle containing Guo Moru's blood, and then stood there in embarrassment.

"What's wrong?" Mu Xin asked in confusion.

"Now there is a problem. Yan Shaohui is unconscious. How can I feed him?"

Mu Xin was stunned for a moment, then he turned to look at Yan Shaohui, who was still sleeping.

Mu Xin was also in a dilemma at this time and didn't know what to do.

He looked at the glass bottle in Dr. Yan's hand, thought about it, and suddenly came up with an idea.

But this method... is really a bit hard for Mu Xin to accept.

Dr. Yan noticed the hesitation on Mu Xin's face. He raised his chin and said, "Do you have a solution? Tell me now!"

Mu Xin twitched his lips, turned his head and stammered, "That is... I fed him mouth to mouth."

“?!?!” Dr. Yan looked a little embarrassed.

Mu Xin made up his mind, and then he snatched the glass bottle from Dr. Yan's hand, "Anyway, it's impossible to force it in. Shaohui will definitely not drink it. After all, this antidote is too... special. But..."

“Don’t say but, it’s settled!” Dr. Yan made the final decision.

"..."Mu Xin's face was full of reluctance.

Let him taste Guo Moru's blood. Just thinking about it made him feel a chill in his heart.

But is there a good way right now...

Forget it, I’ll die. At worst I can just go home and rinse my mouth a few more times!

Mu Xin took a deep breath, then took a sip of the red liquid in the glass bottle into his mouth. He then walked to Yan Shaohui, leaned close to him, and poured all the bloody liquid into Yan Shaohui's mouth.

Yan Shaohui subconsciously resisted the rusty-tasting liquid invading his mouth, so he did not swallow it but just held it in his mouth.

It was Mu Xin who reached out and lifted Yan Shaohui's chin, forcing him to swallow it.

Mu Xin heard Yan Shaohui swallowing and knew that he had succeeded, and then he left Yan Shaohui's bedside.

A little blood flowed from the corner of Mu Xin's mouth, and his thin and fair face gave him a kind of enchanting beauty.

Mu Xin struck while the iron was hot and fed Yan Shaohui the remaining antidote mouth-to-mouth.

By the end, Yan Shaohui's thin lips had been dyed bright red, looking a little weird, but full of evil.

Mu Xin drank a few sips of the water handed to him by Dr. Yan, then rinsed his mouth and spit into the empty garbage bag next to him.

Then he soaked the paper towel with water and wiped Yan Shaohui's mouth, which was stained red when he was fed the antidote.

Dr. Yan took his things and left quietly, leaving the space to the two of them.

He supported himself on the hospital bed with one hand and gently stroked Yan Shaohui's peaceful sleeping face with the other hand. There was only quiet tenderness and deep love in his eyes.

"As long as you wake up, I will forgive you." Mu Xin said softly.

"If you don't wake up from your sleep, I will elope with Ah Shi and let you die with regrets. It's up to you to decide!" Mu Xin then changed the subject and threatened in a vicious tone.

Mu Xin continued to talk to Yan Shaohui in a rambling manner, not caring whether Yan Shaohui really listened to him or not, he just wanted to get his words out.

After he finished speaking, he kissed Yan Shaohui on his full and smooth forehead before leaving reluctantly.

Mu Xin changed his clothes and collapsed to the ground as soon as he reached the door of the treatment department.

Just at this moment Yan Shaowei came over and he quickly caught the firewood.

"What's going on?" Yan Shaowei looked at Mu Xin with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep?

"It may be that the body started to protest due to overwork, so it automatically entered a dormant state." Dr. Yan said after looking at Mu Xin for a long time and finding no sign of illness or injury.

"Goff has been busy these past few days, and he has never relaxed."

Dr. Yan sighed, "Just think of it as a good deed that takes time. You take the firewood and go to rest. I'll stay here and notify you if Yan Shaohui makes any movement."

Yan Shaowei nodded, then left with the firewood.