Zhang Zhiguo stiffly turned his neck and swung his arms a couple of times. "I feel uncomfortable all over after a nap. My arms are swollen. I guess this country bumpkin is only suited to suffering and can't enjoy any good fortune."

As he spoke, he sat on the edge of the bed and tried to pry open the shoes under the bed with his two dark feet.

After a few tries, Zhang Zhiguo finally managed to get the shoe to the head of the bed. He then bent down with some difficulty, hooked the back of the shoe with his hand, and lifted it up.

He tried lifting it a couple of times, but it was still a finger's width short, and he couldn't get it on no matter what he did.

Li Kaixuan chuckled and teased from the side, "What's wrong? You're used to eating coarse food every day, and you're not getting sick from eating meat once in a while?"

Zhang Zhiguo was a little embarrassed by his words. "I guess I've been too tired these past few days, my feet are a bit swollen."

"Your feet aren't just a little swollen, they're swollen like buns! It's no wonder you can't fit them in there," Zou Lu exclaimed after taking a look.

Only then did the few people left in the room notice Zhang Zhiguo's feet.

Although Zhang Zhiguo was tall and strong, his skin and flesh were very firm, all muscle without an ounce of fat. But now his two exposed feet looked like two soft steamed buns, and even the lines on his toes were blurred.

"Stop looking, stop looking!" Zhang Zhiguo hadn't had much contact with girls since he was a child, and now, with three pretty girls staring straight at his feet, he immediately blushed and pulled his feet back.

Before he could hide his feet under the bed, Sun Lu grabbed them.

"How much water did you drink before you went to bed last night?" Sun Lu squatted down and pressed her thumb hard on Zhang Zhiguo's foot, which was swollen like a bun.

As Sun Lu applied pressure with her fingers, a shallow pit the size of a thumb immediately appeared on her dark skin.

After she raised her hand, quite some time had passed, but the dent she had just made had not disappeared.

Zhang Zhiguo was so embarrassed he was practically crawling on the ground, trying to pull his foot back, but Sun Lu didn't give him a chance at all.

"I'm asking you a question. Did you drink water before bed last night?" Sun Lu pressed him firmly onto the bed and leaned over to ask him seriously.

Zhang Zhiguo blushed under her gaze and awkwardly backed away, saying, "No, I rarely drink water. I was so sleepy after dinner yesterday, I didn't even feel like drinking water."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and brushed his hair aside. Lu Sheng's attention was immediately drawn to Zhang Zhiguo's swollen arm.

Zhang Zhiguo's once strong arms were now swollen like two pieces of radish. Lu Sheng pulled him over and pressed the inside of his elbows twice with her hand.

Sure enough, as Lu Sheng applied pressure with his fingers, a faint finger mark immediately appeared on his skin.

Zhang Zhiguo stared blankly at the two serious-looking people in front of him. "What's wrong? Why are you both so serious?"

"It's alright, if you're not feeling well, just rest and eat more later." Lu Sheng patted Zhang Zhiguo on the shoulder.

Just then, someone from the research institute came to deliver breakfast, so Lu Sheng and Sun Lu used this as an excuse to return to their own beds.

"His whole body is frighteningly swollen, especially his lower body," Sun Lu said to Lu Sheng in a low voice, cautiously poking at the stir-fry on her plate with her chopsticks.

As usual, Lu Sheng used his mental power to temporarily block the cameras in the room. "I just saw two needle marks on his elbow. The research institute must have drawn a lot of Zhang Zhiguo's blood."

Zhang Zhiguo had no external injuries, but his face was pale and his whole body was swollen, which are typical symptoms of massive blood loss.

Based on his other physical characteristics, it's almost certain that he was taken to the research institute last night to have a lot of blood drawn.

"Even today's breakfast consisted mostly of blood-nourishing foods."

As Lu Sheng spoke, he gestured with his eyes to the red date porridge in front of him, as well as the stir-fried duck blood in the stir-fry.

What exactly is this research institute up to, drugging people in the middle of the night and then taking them for blood tests?

Not far away, three other people were still eating breakfast, chatting and laughing. Lu Sheng thought for a moment, then poured the food into his spatial storage as usual, and got up to walk over to Zhang Zhiguo.

"Let's switch beds," Lu Sheng said bluntly.

Too lazy to waste words explaining to Zhang Zhiguo, she simply got straight to the point.

Zhang Zhiguo was taken aback. "Huh?"

"There are so many beds here, it doesn't matter which one you sleep in, why do you have to sleep in his?" Li Kaixuan was also stunned, looking at Lu Sheng with a surprised expression, hesitant to speak.

Just by looking at the way his eyes darted around, you could tell that this man was thinking about something abstract again.

Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly, and Zhang Zhiguo's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly put down his half-eaten breakfast, grabbed his pillow and coat draped over the bed, and moved them to another bed as quickly as possible.

She didn't actually have any perverse interest in the bed Zhang Zhiguo had slept in; she just guessed that the men who had carried Zhang Zhiguo away yesterday would come back tonight.

Workers tend to do as little work as possible, and they usually tend to take the jobs closest to the door.

Zhang Zhiguo's bed is closest to the door, so there's a higher chance it will be taken away tonight.

Afterwards, Sun Lu also switched beds with Li Kaixuan.

As night fell, just as the researchers had cleared away the dinner trays, Lu Sheng and Sun Lu lay down in bed to prepare.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the remaining three people drifted off to sleep, just like yesterday.

Lu Sheng and Sun Lu lay on the bed pretending to sleep, and after about ten minutes, they saw the few people in white coats from yesterday.

"How many do you want today?" one of the men wearing glasses asked softly.

“Three. Professor Huang is back today, so we need to be well prepared,” a hoarse voice said from the side.

"They really don't treat us like human beings, making us work such high-intensity jobs every day."

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