Just thirty minutes later, I'm standing there with a whole tray of labeled tubes like some chaotic grocery haul. Everyone's blood? Check. All thirty-five subjects? Double check. Honestly, I'm impressed none of them fainted—especially the researchers, they look like they've seen the end credits of their careers.
And yes, that little smear of Mr. Xian's blood on my sleeve?
Totally intentional.
Totally part of my master plan.
Totally not suspicious at all.
If he notices later, I'll blame "lab hazards" and call it a day.
Now comes the tricky part, somehow getting each of these drops to Jiang. Future Yunhua problem. Present Yunhua is busy.
I slide over to the lab desk and start arranging the samples. Everyone's blood goes onto a clean glass plate in one row, nice and neat. Then another row—thirty-five drops from the subjects, lined up like a depressing little army.
My fingers tremble a bit as I set them down. Not from fear. From excitement.
This is exactly what I needed.
