Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Hmm? Classmate, what are you doing?"

Li Fumei said calmly, "Whether she has hypoglycemia or not, you can just judge it. Why are you drawing blood in this small clinic? Do you have blood test equipment?"

She remembered what Sister Xu had said, that blood tests were very complicated and usually took half a day or a day to get the results. Most of the equipment was in large hospitals, but she had never heard of any small clinics having it.

The man's eyes dodged when he heard this. "Oh, we have equipment to check here. Don't worry, little girl. If you don't let me draw blood, how can I know what's wrong with her?"

"Look, she's barely conscious right now. If we delay any longer, who knows what illness she has? What if she needs emergency treatment? You can't let your classmates down."

Hearing this, Li Fumei slowly withdrew her hand: "You want a drop of blood, right? I have a silver needle here that can be used for pricking. Don't use your needle. It looks unhygienic. Has it been disinfected?"

The masked man remained silent: "......!!"

After watching her take out a drop of blood, the masked man took the blood and turned to leave. He didn't notice that a thousand paper cranes landed on his shoulder and followed him in.

Li Fumei reached out and shook Qi Rong: "Squad leader, can you hear me?"

Qi Rong struggled to open her eyes, her voice vague: "Fumei, I feel so tired. What's wrong with me? Am I seriously ill?"

"It's okay, just wait for the inspection. Can you hear me, squad leader?"

The masked man walked in, handed over the drop of blood, and lowered his voice: "Test it as soon as possible to see if it is the blood we want. If it is, I will bring the person in."

"Okay, got it."

The man then walked out and soothed her, "Don't worry, we'll be able to check it out quickly. Little girl, can you hear me? There's no genetic disease in your family, right?"

Qi Rong shook her head: "No."

After waiting for half an hour, Qi Rong's condition had obviously improved over time, but she still had a severe headache and dizziness, and she could not stand without the support of someone next to her.

The masked man heard the beep on his phone, glanced down, his eyes brightened, and he quickly regained his composure. He walked towards the groggy little girl and said, "Classmate, the test results are out."

"You're a little allergic. It's attacking your neurons. I'll just give you two bottles of water. Come with me inside."

"Oh, right. The other students can just wait outside."

Li Fumei stood up and followed: "I want to go in and accompany you too. The squad leader is timid and can't do without someone by his side."

Masked man: "...Okay then, you can come in with me. By the way, little girl, what's your blood type?"

"I don't know. My family said it's quite rare."

"rare?"

The masked man lowered his eyes to hide the strangeness in his eyes. Could it be that he was so lucky today that two people with rare blood types came?

"Oh, we have free blood typing tests here. If you're interested, I can do it for you for free, in case you need blood at the hospital in the future."

"Just report your blood type directly, that would save you a lot of trouble."

Li Fumei shook her head: "No, I'm not curious about this. It doesn't matter what it is. I still need to go to the hospital for a checkup."

"Why don't you go get the IV?"

The masked man nodded: "Okay, then wait a moment, I'll go get the IV. The girl will be fine after the IV, don't worry."

After everyone left, Li Fumei subconsciously walked around the house, flipping through things from time to time, picking up medicine on the shelf and looking at the instructions.

I was stunned when I saw the date.

Huh? Why are expired medicines displayed here? After checking other medicines, most of them were expired. Li Fumei felt that something was wrong with this small clinic.

There was also the voice sent back by the Thousand Paper Cranes. Didn't he say he wanted to check the disease? Why did he tell people that he just wanted to check the blood type?

Thinking of this, Li Fumei asked the captain under what circumstances a person would suddenly become unconscious. He was clearly fine before, so how could he suddenly become like this?

"Captain, my classmate doesn't have hypoglycemia. I've had it myself and know it. Hypoglycemia is like fainting for a while, not the unconscious state she's in."

[…Where is Fumei? Aren’t you at the police station?]

[No, I went shopping. I went to a small clinic on Ronghua Street. It's quite simple, and one of the strange things is that a lot of the medicine is expired.]

But they can check blood type. Isn't that equipment expensive?

Xing Fei looked at the message and noticed something was wrong.

[Fumei, send me the location. You should be wary of the small clinic. It's best to leave there immediately. There's no small clinic over there. How did you find it?]

【Ask people, passers-by will tell you.】

Li Fumei looked at the message sent by the captain, then looked at where the man left. After thinking for a while, she went out and asked Xiao Qiao and Liu Qingqing to leave first and wait in the big shopping mall.

"Fumei, when will you finish hanging the water?"

"I don't know. We'll come find you after this is over. Go to the big mall first and find out where there's something delicious. We'll come find you after the squad leader is better."

"Oh, that's fine too."

After Li Fumei and the other two went out, she saw the masked man come back with an IV drip in his hand. When he was about to give the other person an injection, the little girl grabbed his wrist and wouldn't let go.

"Doctor, why is your medicine expired?"

"Then the IV you used on my classmate, isn't it also expired? Expired things can be fatal."

"...!!"

The masked man looked at the medicine shelf in silence, then quickly said with a smile, "Oh, those are just displayed. The real medicine is in the back. We often have thieves here."

"We have to be careful. These boxes of medicine are very expensive. If they were stolen, we would suffer a huge loss. Our small business can't afford it."