Qi Zhixian agreed and carried his tools over to the coffee table. "Please, come over here."
Fu Cheng walked over slowly, with Shen Lu right by his side.
He glanced at Shen Lu's hand in her pocket and discreetly took a deep breath.
"Please hold out one of your hands." Qi Zhixian quickly donned a pair of disposable medical gloves, dipped a cotton swab in iodophor, and prepared to perform a quick, precise blood draw.
He was an expert at this task; he could probably draw the blood in record time with his eyes closed.
It couldn't be helped. As a researcher, sample collection had to be fast, clean, and precise.
He usually drew blood from mutant beasts that couldn't understand human language; drawing blood from people was a fairly rare occurrence for him.
The only arm Fu Cheng could use for the blood draw was his left. Shen Lu rolled up his sleeve for him, exposing his arm.
