She is a real daughter with a thousand layers of vest

Chapter 666 Please, Help Me

Shen Zhiyu lowered his eyelashes to hide the expression in his eyes and said, "Just now, He Jiayi contacted me."

Xia Beiqing was stunned for a moment, seeming not to understand.

Shen Zhiyu continued, "He also has a research institute in Shuo Country. He told me that he might be able to find a way to heal your legs and throat. He is trying it now."

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing, who had been lifeless, suddenly had his eyes light up. He grabbed Shen Zhiyu's arm and looked at him with incredible eyes, desperately wanting a definite answer.

Shen Zhiyu nodded at him: "It's true, I'm not lying to you."

Xia Beiqing hurriedly grabbed paper and pen. He was so excited that his hands were shaking and the words he wrote were crooked.

——Teacher Shen, have you really found it?

Shen Zhiyu reached out and touched Xia Beiqing's head: "I believe He Jiayi. If he is not sure, he will not tell me."

Xia Beiqing slowly curled the corners of his lips, his chest heaving violently with excitement.

Shen Zhiyu also laughed: "Are you hungry? Do you want me to get you something to eat?"

Xia Beiqing nodded vigorously, as if he had finally caught a ray of light in the darkness, carrying hope, which he held tightly in his palm.

"Wait for me, I'll leave right away."

Shen Zhiyu stood up and walked out of the room. When the door was closed, he could no longer hold on to his smile and leaned weakly against the door. His eyes behind the camera became dark and heavy.

A few days later, at the agreed time, Shen Zhiyu came to a nearby coffee shop and He Jiayi was already sitting in the corner.

Shen Zhiyu walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite.

He Jiayi took a sip of coffee and asked, "What's wrong? Why do you have to meet outside?" Shen Zhiyu lowered his head and said, "I want to ask you a favor."

"Well, you said."

"Help me find a way to cure Bei Qing."

He Jiayi was stunned for a moment, looking at Shen Zhiyu's almost pleading look. Cruel words were on the tip of his tongue, but He Jiayi suddenly couldn't bear to speak.

After a long silence, he sighed: "Zhi Yu, you know that there is no way to cure his leg and throat. I know how you feel, but..."

"There is a way." Shen Zhiyu suddenly raised his head and looked at He Jiayi with a determined look: "Use my blood, and you'll be fine."

He Jiayi put down his coffee with a bang: "You are crazy!"

Realizing that he was too radical and had attracted the attention of other guests, He Jiayi quickly lowered his voice and said, "Zhiyu, you have taken good care of him. I also know that you plan to take care of him for the rest of his life, but how can you... use this method!"

"If this continues, Bei Qing will not be able to hold on. I know my blood is special. Using my blood, maybe we can really research medicine or methods to treat Bei Qing. How do we know it won't work if we don't try it?" Shen Zhiyu tightly grasped He Jiayi's arm, as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Jiayi, please, help me."

He Jiayi pulled his arm back, his expression hard and cold: "Impossible, I can help you with anything except this."

Shen Zhiyu pursed his lips and said, "Do you really want me to kneel down and beg you?"

"Zhi Yu, you..." He Jiayi said solemnly, "Do you know how painful it is to draw blood for research? It might even cost you half your life!"

Shen Zhiyu forced out a pale smile: "My whole life doesn't matter."

He Jiayi was so shocked by Shen Zhiyu's determination that he was speechless for a moment.

(End of this chapter)