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Yan rushed out of the Qingbei Building and wandered around the pedestrian street next to it.

This is a famous local commercial street with all kinds of food and snacks.

Yan Chong quickly found an open-air shop selling Nanjing duck blood vermicelli, ordered a portion of duck blood vermicelli, and a drawer of steamed dumplings, ready to devour a large portion.

But when the duck blood vermicelli was served, I found a handful of minced garlic sprinkled on top...

Yan Chong threw the bowl of fans at that time.

I got used to it and forgot to tell the boss not to add garlic.

Yan Chong asked the boss for another bowl, but the boss was so frightened that he didn't dare to ask for money anymore.

This temper is too great!

After another bowl was served, Yan Chong took a piece of duck blood and put it into his mouth.

The taste is just that, and the ischemia time indicated on the upper right has not been reset.

Yan Chong: "???"

"Boss, is your duck blood fake?" Yan Chong asked, "Is there blood in it?"

"Young man, stop making trouble. How can any of the duck blood fans nowadays be made with real blood?" the boss said. "All the duck blood fans on the market are synthesized with additives and gelatin. They all taste the same! I just got the goods this morning. You

Just eat it! I guarantee it won’t spoil your stomach!”

Yan Chong: "!!!"

Then why am I spending so much time here with you?

Yan Chong got angry and threw the bowl on the ground.

What a big temper!

The boss didn't dare to argue with Yan Chong, because he didn't want to offend this guy who looked like a bad boy just for a bowl of fans.

But when someone patrolling the street saw two bowls of vermicelli on the ground, two old ladies with red hoops immediately came over and shouted: "Littering, you will be fined fifty!"

Yan Chong: "..."

Why is it so messy!

Yan Chong could only turn around and run away.

Those two old ladies couldn't match Yan Chong's speed, and they soon couldn't catch up.

Yan Chong ran for two blocks before stopping.

Counterfeit products kill people!

Yan Chong walked forward for a while and remembered that there was a pig-killing restaurant nearby, so Yan Chong went in and ordered a plate of blood sausage.

It turns out that the effect of the vampire backpack is the enthusiasm for "fresh" blood, not blood products.

Although Yan Chong couldn't help but sigh after eating that blood sausage could be so delicious. Without sauerkraut, he could eat two bowls of rice. However, the time prompt on the upper right told him that this was not blood and did not make time count.

The set function can only slow down the countdown flow speed.

After finishing the meal, the countdown is still advancing slowly.

Seeing that time was running out, Yan Chong panicked a little.

The name of the pork-killing restaurant is "Slaying Pigs", but there is no live pig-killing program here, so Yan Chong couldn't find fresh blood.

Only then did he understand the pain of the bearded uncle, and as the uncle said, this backpack can only be given away through trade and cannot be abandoned.

It was just an extra backpack, but it brought me so much trouble.

There was no other way, Yan Chong could only find another way.

Yan Chong has also watched a few vampire movies, and he understands that he has now fallen into the dilemma of a vampire.

But whether to kill or not is secondary. The key is that I don’t have the strength of a vampire now!

Forced to have no choice but to take a taxi to the nearest municipal hospital, Yan Chong planned to force his way into the blood bank.

But the problem is that Yan Chong doesn’t know the way!

In large hospitals, the blood bank is usually a place only internal staff go to. It is not marked on the road signs at all. It has several floors up and down. Yan Chong searched for a long time but could not find which floor it was on.

Yan Chong could only ask the medical director, but the medical director in this second-class hospital was obviously not a young and beautiful girl like the medical director in the third-class hospital. The medical director here was an aunt in her fifties.

"Why are you going there?" the aunt asked nonchalantly, "What's the disease? Go and register there!"

"I'm...anemic?" Yan Chong said.

"The anemia is not serious. Go back and eat more pork liver, eggplant will cure it." The aunt said.

Are you really a state-owned hospital that doesn’t have to worry about expenses, and you still bring in extraneous patients?

"I just want to go to the blood bank." Yan Chong was a little anxious.

"Go, go, go! Basement level!" The aunt was unhappy, "Why can't this child listen to anything now? Let me tell you, in our second-grade hospital, the blood bank does not have all the blood, and the cold storage is too small.

"

"Yes!" Yan Chong suddenly thought of a question.

The blood in the blood bank is kept in cold storage!

Isn't there a gate outside?

No matter how small the blood bank is, it is still a bank!

How do you get in by yourself?

Yan Chong's brain started to fly and he quickly changed his explanation: "Where is the blood test place? Isn't it in the blood bank?"

"You kid! Let's just say blood test!" The aunt said, "Go out and go to the physical examination center in the building opposite."

"Okay! Thank you!" Yan Chong was happy, turned around and ran out.

Yan Chong hurriedly ran to another building opposite, and sure enough he saw a blood drawing table, with several nurses still busy on it.

It happened that a batch of blood had been drawn and was about to be sent for testing.

The door to the blood drawing room was opened, and a young nurse walked out pushing a trolley.

Yan Chong deliberately leaned over and pretended to fall accidentally, knocking down the shelf on the trolley.

A plate of blood vessels fell to the ground. Yan Chong picked one up, pulled out the stopper, and poured it into his mouth.

Ah, sweet!

The countdown has also been reset and is back to three hours.

The little nurse next to her saw the blood on Yan Chong's face and looked surprised.

"Sir, are you okay?" the little nurse asked.

"I, it's okay." Yan Chong said, "I'm just here for a physical examination. I'm sorry to spill your blood samples."

"It doesn't matter if the blood sample is spilled. Are you injured?" the little nurse said anxiously, "The physical examination center is in the next building. We are an infectious disease research center. A patient just came here to check for AIDS, so he was placed here!

"

Yan Chong: "!!!"

I’m about to finish playing!

Fortunately, the little nurse checked the blood samples one by one and found that the suspected patient's blood sample was intact.

In this way, she was criticized by the old nurse for leaking the patient's privacy.

As for Yan Chong, the bottle of blood sample he "spilled" was just a diabetic patient who came to check for complications.

Yan Chong: "!!!"

I said why is this blood so sweet?

It seems that stealing blood for medical examination is risky!

Yan Chong apologized to the hospital and offered to pay compensation.

Fortunately, the hospital was tolerant and did not hold Yan Chong accountable, so he escaped.

It's just a pity that the diabetic patient has to come back for another blood draw.

Drawing blood from the hospital didn't seem very reliable. After three hours, Yan Chong finally thought of trying his luck at the farmer's market.

Farmers raise large free-range roosters, which cost 100 yuan each. Yan Chong bought one first and asked the boss to help him deal with it. He specifically told him to keep the blood for him.

But even so, it is only one hundred milliliters, which is enough for one meal.

Yan Chong can't kill a ** every three hours?