Beside the sickbed, three pairs of eyes—one large, two small—froze for an instant.
At the center of their gaze was that excessively advanced diagnostic technique.
Had they seen that right? The specially hired medical professional, paid a fortune, had swallowed the blood sample whole?
They'd never heard of an analysis method like that.
It was far beyond simply taking a taste. It was easy to see that as soon as the blood sample entered his mouth, he'd swallowed it without the slightest pause.
And just before that hearty gulp, he'd even seemed to smell it first.
Seeing that he still hadn't put down the equipment in his hand, but was examining it closely with a thoughtful look, they couldn't help thinking back to what he'd just done.
Combined with his pale, gaunt appearance, the name of the legendary vampire came irresistibly to mind.
The renewed hope on Mrs. Wenlos's face had already crumbled completely. For a moment, she couldn't even speak.
"Doctor... how are the results?"
Mr. Wenlos looked a little better. He managed to grit his teeth and ask.
The results? The color was clear and bright, the texture rich, and it clung nicely to the sides of the glass.
Fu Qian nodded slightly, mentally reeling off a string of glowing reviews.
Of course, the patient's family would probably have a hard time accepting those results if he said them aloud. He'd have to put it more tactfully.
"Things look all right so far, but the more detailed analysis will take about half an hour."
He answered quite naturally, without paying any attention to the Wenloses' reactions. Then Fu Qian put the equipment away and continued rummaging through the case.
Fu Qian certainly didn't have any interest in drinking blood. What he'd just done was simple: since his perception