C37 Pinpoint blood

Before long, Zhang Xiaotian was sitting on the edge of the brick bed, surrounded by his family. An iron hook hung from the beam of the house as he tied it to the hanging bottle.

She hung the needle on the bottle, took a small syringe from her bag, and began to mix the medicine.

Zhang Xinjie watched Zhu Cui Cui's movements very carefully. From choosing the medicine to preparing the ingredients