Ning Yu strode forward, disregarding Si Nan’s attempts to dodge, and pulled out the needle, drawing a thin line of blood. By now the blood bag had exceeded 500CC. Si Nan’s face was whiter than paper, breathing slightly while reclining in the chair.
Ning Yu picked up the internal phone: “Bring me a high-protein supplement drink, with sugar.”
Si Nan opened his eyes slightly and sneered: “Are you still that heartless scientist who once drew 800CC of blood from me?”
Ning Yu hung up the phone and retorted: “Are you still the Si Nan who wanted to kick me off the helicopter to get Zhou Rong on board?”
Si Nan pondered for a moment: “Indeed I am.”
Moments later, an assistant brought the protein supplement. Ning Yu stirred in three bags of sugar before letting Si Nan drink it hot and fall asleep.
Si Nan lay back in the wide leather chair, covered with Zhou Rong’s military coat. He pulled the coat up, taking a deep breath filled with Zhou Rong’s familiar Alpha pheromones.
The noon was quiet. The laboratory was empty and cool, with only Ning Yu walking around in soft-soled shoes and the light clinking of glassware.
Si Nan closed his eyes, then muffled from within the coat: “Dr. Ning?”
Ning Yu from afar: “Hmm?”
“What did it feel like when you were doing live experiments in the survivor base?”
Ning Yu’s movements gradually stopped, standing in the shadow between the separator and incubator, after a while asking back: “Why suddenly want to know this?”
“Just want to know what psychological signs people have before doing something they know is wrong but must do.”
Ning Yu placed a test tube in the incubator, and after a long time, said flatly: “Forgotten. Who remembers so much.”
Si Nan silently nodded and closed his eyes.
