The South Campus of Huake Institute had shed its winter attire and was now dressed in the fresh greenery of early spring.
Unlike the pale green exterior, the blood test room where Zhang Yiyi was located had walls white as snow, a few experimental benches made of ceramic tiles, and staff in light blue research uniforms. They were drawing blood from her hand with a syringe the size of a thumb.
Bright red blood flowed from her arm into the syringe as Zhang Yiyi turned her head away.
Actually, being a research subject was not easy, but she pretended to be relaxed to avoid worrying Xiao Xian and Xuerou.
"Relax, Zhang. You've had so many blood draws, yet your fear of blood hasn't improved a bit," said the researcher in charge of the blood draw, skillfully pulling out the needle while chatting amiably with Yiyi.
