Reborn as a petite ex-uncle

Chapter 922 What the hell are you... What are you?

Adults who lose more than 600ml of blood will have various obvious physical reactions, dizziness, panic, and weaker ones may even faint on the spot.

800 ml is the maximum value that ordinary people can bear.

After this number, it is likely to go into shock, or even a dog leash.

Once blood was drawn from a middle-aged man, and more than 500 milliliters was drawn. As soon as the tall and strong man stood up, he passed out with a bang.

But now the man's blood loss is almost 600 milliliters, and he is still calm and idle.

Although the blood on his face was fading and he was as pale as frost, he didn't feel the slightest fainting feeling at all, and he didn't even have any uncomfortable reaction.

Not at all afraid that he would bleed to death.

The white coat swallowed, and looked back at the man: "Do you want to continue? The maximum dose is almost reached."

The man glanced at Zong Lv: "Isn't he very energetic? Go ahead and draw some more."

The white coat didn't say anything. After a while, when he looked at the blood bag, his throat moved, and then Zong Lu's eyes changed, he stood up abruptly, and ran directly to the man, his words were a little knotted:

"...It's not right, this is not right."

The man was fiddling with his mobile phone, raised his head impatiently: "What's wrong?"

"...Normal people lose more than 800 milliliters of blood, and they can't hold on. This person... this person has already lost 1000 milliliters of blood, and there is no major reaction. Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

The voice in the white coat trembled under the mask.

The man's eyes were fixed, and he looked towards Zonglu fiercely.

Zong Lu's pale and handsome face was facing him, and his long and narrow pupils pointed at him, revealing an almost provocative smile:

"continue."

The man swallowed his saliva, not very convinced: "How is it possible... Let's see again!"

As time went by, the red liquid in the blood bag became more and more full.

The white coat looked at Zong Lu who didn't change his face, his knees were weak, and he couldn't stretch himself again, trembling: "... How is this possible."

The man was also a little frightened, and rushed over to pull out the needle on the back of Zonglu's hand.

Zong Lu covered the back of his hand, saw that both of them were obviously panting, glanced at the two bags of blood, and said faintly:

"Two bags of blood, is that enough?"

The man came to his senses and almost yelled at the white coat: "Go and see this man!"

Of course, the white coat understood what he meant, and he measured Zonglu's blood pressure and heart rate in the past. The moment the data stopped, he took a few steps back, his pupils locked, and his expression was more flustered than before:

"...No. There must be something wrong."

The man gritted his teeth: "Say it clearly!"

"...This person's blood pressure is very low, which is definitely not what a normal person should have, and his heart rate is not normal."

The man strode over and saw the blood pressure value at a glance: 30/15

How can it be?

Is this his blood pressure value?

This person with high blood pressure must have already entered the crematorium!

But the young and handsome man in front of him is fine at this moment except that his face is a little paler and his eyes are a little looser!

After drawing so much blood, I didn’t die, didn’t faint, didn’t respond at all, and my blood pressure and heart rate were not as low as ordinary people...

He turned to look at his party: "Is there something wrong with the sphygmomanometer?"

The white coat was sweating coldly and shook his head: "No problem."

He stared at Zonglu with wide eyes:

"What the hell are you... are you?"

Zong Lu stood up and walked towards him slowly.

As if seeing a ghost, the man shivered and scolded the stunned subordinate in the white coat: "Call them up!"

When the white coat ran away, he stopped Zong Lu from approaching: "You, don't come here!"

Zonglu continued to move forward.

The man felt a cold wind hit his face, and he picked up the dagger he carried with him to block his face:

"You fucking stop!"

Zong Lu not only didn't stop, but even stretched out his hand and shook his hand holding the handle of the knife.

Before the man regained his senses, he saw him slamming the knife into his abdomen.

The muffled sound of no meat on the tip of the knife shocked the man in disbelief.

Zong Lu continued to hold his hand, and pressed the knife into his abdomen. Because of the pain, he groaned, but he didn't intend to fall down. Instead, he evoked a dark smile.

The man saw blood oozing from Zonglu's abdomen, his shirt was stained red, and his forehead was sweating profusely. He let go of his hands and backed away, "Monster, you're a fucking monster."

After being left with more than half of the blood drawn out of his body, he stabbed himself again, but he still didn't die, and he didn't even have the intention of falling down...

Blood pressure and heart rate are not right.

Is this still a fucking human?

Zong Lv pulled out the dagger in his abdomen, splashed a few more drops of blood, and sprayed one or two drops on the man's face, shook his body, held up the blood-stained dagger, and approached him.

The man touched the blood on his face, his face was pale, he turned and ran subconsciously, there was nowhere to hide in the open space, he forced him to the bottom of the pool, he had no choice but to climb up the stairs, squatted by the pool, towards the elevator Roar:

"Fuck! Where's the person? Still not coming?"

Zonglu followed the stairs step by step with a knife in his hand.

The man was terrified, he held on to the railing by the pool, and stepped back: "You...what the hell are you trying to do."

Zong Lu lightly opened his thin lips: "Don't you want to know what I am? Let me tell you."

The long body leaned forward, and before the other party could react, he raised his hand and violently pushed the man down the pool.

With a scream, the man sank into the unknown liquid in the pool, and there was no movement without even a splash.

There was intermittent noise and footsteps outside the door, not just the voices of people from the blood selling group.

Zonglu walked down the stairs unhurriedly, glanced at the injury on his lower abdomen, and at Ling Wanwan who had passed out in the corner, walked to the sink first, poured out the two bags of blood he had just drawn out, and poured out the other bag of blood. Half of the bag was poured out, and the tap was turned on to rinse it out. Finally, I picked a place to sit down.

At the same time, the elevator door opened, someone came out, and someone rushed over from the stairs.

It's the local police.

There was also He Feng and several men in suits.

It seems that two waves of people arrived together.

In the crowd, He Feng saw Zong Lu sitting with his hands on his stomach, strode over, helped him up, and said in a low voice, "Are you all right?"

Zong Lu stood up slowly while clutching his bleeding abdomen, and only glanced at Ling Wanwan who was still sleeping in the corner.

He Feng understood: "Don't worry."

Police began to clear the scene, with someone climbing up the steps to see the people in the pool.

A policeman came over and saw Zonglu and the unconscious Ling Wanwan, and called 120.

He Feng immediately said: "No need, Mr. Zong and that reporter Ling, we will all be sent to the familiar hospitals in this city."

Several men in suits immediately stepped forward and sent Zong Lu and Ling Wanwan downstairs respectively.

……

In the evening, in the hospital, Ling Wanwan woke up, only to hear He Feng's voice:

"Miss Ling, wake up."

Ling Wanwan rubbed his temples, sorted out the current situation, saw He Feng again, lifted the quilt and got out of bed:

"Where's Zong Lu? Where's the puppy smashing?"