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Chapter 722 Don’t Hurt Yourself Anymore
There was no expression on Xia Beiqing's cold face. He blinked slightly and wrote on the paper with a pen.

——You said He Jiayi had a way to treat my legs and throat, but that was actually using your blood for research, right? Last month you said you were taking care of a friend who had a car accident, but that was actually a bone marrow extraction operation, right? !
After Shen Zhiyu finished reading the words on the paper, his heart skipped a beat. He said in disbelief: "Bei Qing, how...how do you know all this?"

Xia Beiqing did not answer and continued writing on the paper.

——Don’t go on.

His attitude between the lines expressed hope and determination.

"No!" But Shen Zhiyu's answer was equally firm. He gently stroked Xia Beiqing's head, and said with tears and a smile: "There has been progress in blood research. Maybe we can really develop a drug that can treat you. Let's wait patiently, okay? Beiqing, believe me."

Xia Beiqing shook his head, suddenly pushed Shen Zhiyu away, bent down to pick up the broken pieces of the soup bowl on the ground, and put the sharp cut of the piece against his neck.

Shen Zhiyu was horrified and reached out quickly to grab the fragments.

Xia Beiqing pressed the fragment closer to him, and it accidentally cut his skin, and blood was already seeping out of the wound.

Seeing this, Shen Zhiyu froze, not daring to act rashly, for fear that Xia Beiqing would do something even more extreme and excited.
He stared nervously at Xia Beiqing's neck, which was stuck by the fragments, and said softly, "Beiqing, let's have a good talk. Put the fragments down first and don't hurt yourself."

Xia Beiqing held the fragments in one hand and picked up the mobile phone next to him with the other, flipped to He Jiayi's number, and handed it to Shen Zhiyu, urging him with his eyes.

Shen Zhiyu understood what Xia Beiqing meant. He lowered his eyebrows and shook his head: "Beiqing, maybe if we wait a little longer, we can really succeed. Why give up now? Don't you want to heal your legs and throat?"

Seeing that Shen Zhiyu still refused to compromise, Xia Beiqing took the shard and cut a small hole in his neck. Instantly, blood became more turbulent and flowed down his neck. Shen Zhiyu was frightened, afraid that Xia Beiqing would continue to cut, and hurriedly stopped him: "Okay! Okay! I promise you, I promise you everything, don't hurt yourself anymore, I beg you!"

Shen Zhiyu picked up the phone tremblingly and dialed He Jiayi's number. Soon, the call was connected and He Jiayi's voice came from the other end.

"Xia Beiqing? Why did you call me suddenly?"

Shen Zhiyu looked up at Xia Beiqing. Under Xia Beiqing's intimidating gaze, even though he was extremely reluctant, he had to speak.

"I am Shen Zhiyu..."

He Jiayi was a little surprised: "What happened? How come you..."

"Stop it." Shen Zhiyu slowly closed his eyes and squeezed out these words from his throat with difficulty: "There is no need to continue studying my blood..."

Just this one sentence seemed to have drained all of Shen Zhiyu's strength. His hand dropped down and the phone fell to the ground with a clang.

"Is this okay?" Shen Zhiyu opened his eyes, and in an instant, surging tears burst out like a dam breaking, sliding down his pale cheeks. He looked at Xia Beiqing with desperate and sad eyes: "Now... can you put the broken pieces down?"

Xia Beiqing then slowly loosened his hand, and the fragments slipped from his palm.

(End of this chapter)