"Lin Xiyan simply believes that he is your son. Do you still want me to explain clearly?" Meng Fanchun screamed in surprise, "It hurts... let go, let go."

He looked up at Zhou Tiankuo's face, bared his teeth, and pinched Meng Fanchun's wrist with his hands tightly.

Zhou Tiankuo let go of Meng Fanchun's hand when he heard Meng Fanchun's cry in pain, "Sorry!"

Meng Fanchun pulled out his hand and rubbed his wrist hard, "This is a hand, not a wood, it almost broke." He muttered in a low voice, "I just told a fact, it's necessary!"

Zhou Tiankuo grabbed his collar and looked at him with a gloomy face. His voice seemed to squeeze out from his teeth and said, "Tell me clearly."

"Relax, let go." Meng Fanchun said as he patted his hand, "I will tell you if you let go."

Zhou Tiankuo let go of him, Meng Fanchun tidied up his collar, and the account, I wrote down.

Meng Fanchun told him in detail about the relationship between blood type and parents.

Zhou Tiankuo was so confused that he heard it, and was dizzy, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, you can test it for me."

"I have told you everything that is inaccurate, and the chances of being confirmed are high." Meng Fanchun looked at the stubborn donkey in front of him and said.

"Then I don't care, even if there is a one-tenth chance to prove it, it's not! I have to test it." Zhou Tiankuo pulled him away.

"Wait a moment." Meng Fanchun said quickly, "What a stubborn donkey. Look at the child as he looks like you, and the carved out of the same mold can be fake."

"There are many places similar to people, and they are all my sons." Zhou Tiankuo said fiercely, "Follow me."

This time Meng Fanchun was prepared and would not let him grab himself easily, open the curtain, and go directly to the laboratory, "If you want a blood test, you have to let my blood-drawing syringe and test tube!"

Meng Fanchun followed Zhou Tiankuo to the family reception area with the medical box on his back.

I thought it was just a simple blood draw, but Meng Fanchun rolled up her sleeves, but he couldn't get the needle down for a long time.

"Are you a doctor? No matter how you draw blood, you can be so anxious." Zhou Tiankuo said irritably, his voice was so loud that people were tinnitus.

"You come and draw, how can you draw if you can't find the blood vessel?" Meng Fanchun said in a fire, raising her arm to Zhou Tiankuo, "Look, you're skinny and bone-skinned."

"What should I do?" Zhou Tiankuo raised his eyebrows and stared at him.

Meng Fanchun patted her elbows and rubbed her hard, and her skin turned red. Finally, he saw the blood vessel that was faintly thinner than a needle, and quickly pierced it.

The result is not easy to draw. I am so thin and must be malnourished. I struggled to get a syringe.

Injected into the clean test tube, blocked the mouth, placed it in the medicine box, and changed to a needle tube. Meng Fanchun looked at Zhou Guangming hiding at the end of the kang and frowned, "How do you draw blood?"

"I'll do it!" Zhou Tiankuoqing grabbed Zhou Guangming like a little chicken with a hand.

Zhou Guangming was frightened by this scene, and now he was so scared that he cried loudly, "No, don't..."

"Is there no way he can suck it like this?" Meng Fanchun asked with a frown when he saw this messy look.

"It's okay, I'll pinch him, just suck!" Zhou Tiankuo didn't have the patience to coax the child. He grabbed the child and sat on the edge of the kang, clamped the child between his legs, let the child lie on his legs, pressed his upper body with one hand and grabbed his arm with the other, and Zhou Guangming's other arm was pinched under his arm.

With such a strange attitude, Zhou Guangming was restrained. No matter how the child cried, Zhou Tiankuo did not frown.

Zhou Tiankuo looked up at Meng Fanchun and said, "Go!"

Meng Fanchun looked at the child crying heart-wrenchingly and said worriedly, "Don't scare the child."

"Okay, with your ability to speak, the blood has been drawn out." Zhou Tiankuo stared at him, "Just like this, you can explain the truth." He was upset by his crying, "Pump it quickly, you can see that the blue veins are exposed, and you will not worry about not being able to find the blood vessels."

"Okay!" Meng Fanchun nodded helplessly, "It's better to have short pain than long pain." The needle tip flashed with a cold light and pierced into the child's skin.

Zhou Guangming was so scared that his eyes rolled up and he fainted.

"Hey! Why didn't he move?" Zhou Tiankuo asked in a panic.

"Now I know I'm panicked and fainted from scaring." Meng Fanchun said with annoyance.

"I just fainted!" Zhou Tiankuo sighed and looked up at him, "It's just right, hurry up."

"Why don't you feel sorry for your child at all? No matter how you say it is your son." Meng Fanchun said to the unscrupulous person.

"He is not my son." Zhou Tiankuo refused to admit it even though he was beaten to death.

"How could it be that it looks so similar?" Meng Fanchun glanced at him and continued to poke his sore feet.

"Brother Meng, if you say this, I'm anxious about you!" Zhou Tiankuo said with a faceless look on his face.

Meng Fanchun looked at him anxiously and blushed and said, "Okay, okay, don't say it anymore!" He tried hard to suck blood, "How old is this kid? Look at how thin it is like a firewood stick."

"How can I know this?" Zhou Tiankuo said impatiently, "You can draw blood well, why are there so much nonsense?"

"I've finished pumping, come and press it." Meng Fanchun pressed the needle hole under the alcohol cotton ball with his hands.

Zhou Tiankuo put the child on the bed and took over his position.

Meng Fanchun asked while sorting out the medicine box, "Xiao Zhou, how many years have you been away from home."

"It's almost seven years!" Zhou Tiankuo said casually.

"By counting by time, this child is six years old." Meng Fanchun said casually, "In theory, his words should be credible."

"Shut up." Zhou Tiankuo shouted at him with a dark face.

Meng Fanchun sorted out the medical box, looked at him casually and patted the medical box, "What are you yelling? You dare to yell at me."

"I was wrong." Zhou Tiankuo immediately apologized, let go of Zhou Guangming's arm, grabbed Meng Fanchun and said affectionately, "Brother, brother, my dear brother! You know that my soul is in chaos now."

"No more bleeding." Meng Fanchun looked at Zhou Tiankuo's hand and his eyes fell on the child's bare arms again.

"I won't come out." Zhou Tiankuo looked over according to his gaze.

"Then you won't be here to accompany the child." Meng Fanchun looked at the fainted child and rolled down his sleeves.

"What am I with him? I'm in a hurry to know the result." Zhou Tiankuo simply stuffed Zhou Guangming into the child's mother's quilt, raised his eyes and looked at him, "Go away quickly."

Meng Fanchun opened his mouth and swallowed the words back to his mouth. He didn't want to recognize the child at all. No matter how much he said, it would be useless.
Chapter completed!