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A female nurse immediately came over holding a sterilized syringe.
The syringe was clearly something specially made; nowadays, collecting blood painlessly involved just sticking a small paper strip on the skin to get the required blood.
In practice, since all kinds of radiation detectors had become sufficiently advanced, blood tests were rarely used.
A few seconds passed, and the female nurse's expression became a bit tense.
Yang Ming's skin felt very soft, but the needle couldn't pierce through at all.
"I'll do it," an older physician nearby came over, grabbing Yang Ming's arm. He pursed his lips, gathered his strength, and made a fierce jab forward.
Yang Ming instinctively turned his head away.
The shadows of his childhood were almost summoned!
Crack.
The syringe snapped right off.
The group of nurses exchanged glances. The needles they used were...
"Burn it with a laser," Yang Ming suggested, "that's the only way now."
