The antiseptic swab gently wipes Zhou Qingfeng's fingertip, the cold touch making him frown slightly.
The blood collection needle swiftly pierces the skin, a drop of bright red blood oozes from the fingertip like a tiny ruby.
Xiao Jinlang carefully collects two or three milliliters of blood with a capillary tube and then meticulously injects the blood into a prepared anticoagulant tube.
After finishing, Old Xiao handed over a small cotton swab, indicating Zhou Qingfeng to press on the blood spot on his fingertip. However, Zhou Qingfeng casually rubbed his finger, wiping away the remaining blood.
"Wait..." Old Xiao couldn't help but take a second look.
In just two or three seconds, the small blood collection point stopped bleeding. Thirty seconds later, no matter how hard he pressed, there was no sign of any blood.
"Xiaozhou, your healing speed is kind of exaggerated."
