Chapter 722 Don't Hurt Yourself Anymore

Xia Beiqing didn't show any emotion on his indifferent face. He blinked slightly, and took a pen to write on the paper.

——You said that He Jiayi has a way to heal my legs and throat, but you are actually using your blood for research, right? When you said last month that you were going to take care of a friend who had a car accident, you actually had a bone marrow extraction, right? !

After reading the words on the paper, Shen Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat, and he said in disbelief, "North Qing, why... how do you know this?"

Xia Beiqing didn't answer, and continued to write on the paper.

— don't go any further.

His attitude between the lines is hopeful and firm.

"No!" But Shen Zhiyu's answer was equally firm. He stroked Xia Beiqing's head, and said with a smile while weeping: "Blood research has made progress, and maybe a drug that can treat you can really be developed. Let's wait patiently, shall we? North tilt, trust me."

Xia Beiqing shook his head, and suddenly pushed Shen Zhiyu away, bent down to pick up the soup bowl fragments on the ground, and stuck the sharp cuts of the fragments to his neck.

Shen Zhiyu was shocked, and hurriedly stretched out his hand, trying to snatch the fragments.

However, Xia Beiqing pressed the fragments even tighter. The fragments accidentally scratched his skin, and blood had already seeped from the wound.

Seeing this, Shen Zhiyu's movements froze, and he didn't dare to act rashly, lest Xia Beiqing would make more extreme agitation. ?

He stared nervously at Xia Beiqing's neck that was stuck by the fragments, and softly comforted him: "Beiqing, let's have a good chat, you put down the fragments first, don't hurt yourself."

Xia Beiqing held the fragment in one hand, picked up the mobile phone next to him with the other, turned to He Jiayi's number, and handed it to Shen Zhiyu, urging him with his eyes.

Shen Zhiyu understood Xia Beiqing's meaning. He lowered his eyebrows and shook his head: "Beiqing, maybe we can wait a little longer and we can really succeed. Why give up at this time? Don't you want to heal your leg and Throat?"

Xia Beiqing saw that Shen Zhiyu was still unwilling to compromise, so he took the fragment and cut a small gash on his neck. In an instant, the blood became more violent and flowed down his neck.

Shen Zhiyu was frightened. He was afraid that Xia Beiqing would continue to mow, so he hurriedly stopped: "Okay! Okay! I promise you, I promise you everything, don't hurt yourself again, I beg you!"

Tremblingly, Shen Zhiyu picked up the phone and dialed He Jiayi's number. Soon, the phone was connected, and He Jiayi's voice came from the other end.

"Xia Beiqing? Why did you suddenly call me?"

Shen Zhiyu raised his head and glanced at Xia Beiqing. Under Xia Beiqing's threatening gaze, he had no choice but to speak, even if he was absolutely unwilling.

"I'm Shen Zhiyu..."

He Jiayi was a little surprised: "Yu Yu? Why do you..."

"Stop it." Shen Zhiyu slowly closed his eyes, and forced out the words from his throat: "There is no need to continue studying my blood..."

Just this sentence seemed to consume all of Shen Zhiyu's strength, his hand dropped, and the phone fell to the ground with a bang.

"Is this all right?" Shen Zhiyu opened his eyes, and in an instant, tears gushed out of his eyes like a bank bursting, sliding down his pale cheeks. He looked at Xia Beiqing with despairing and mournful eyes: "Now ...Can you put the pieces down?"

Only then did Xia Beiqing let go of his hand slowly, and the fragments slipped from his palm.