The theory was quite sound.
Looking at it now, the kind gestures were false; harvesting was the true intent.
There must be a serious issue with that blood!
...
Susan didn't think as deeply as Brian.
She rubbed Shi San's chubby cheeks with some distress, unable to think of a way to stop the attacks coming from dreams, "So we can only watch helplessly as Shi San is attacked?"
Brian reassured her, "Of course not. Making a move will reveal her flaws, no matter what she is or what her purpose is. Since she dares to attack Shi San, there is only one outcome."
Saying this, he got up, retrieved a simple syringe from the room, drew a tube of filtered blood beads from his wrist vein, and handed the syringe to Susan, "I'm going out to find some help. You take care of Shi San. If you find that Shi San's vital signs are weakening, inject my blood into his mouth."
Susan took the syringe and nodded, "Okay, be careful."
