Qingshan waited for a while and saw that there was no change inside Seriek's body. Then he took out a new syringe and a clean blood bag, drew about 250 ml of blood, and handed it to Dr. Li.

"Doctor Li, do you know if St. Vlad has a professional medical laboratory?"

Doctor Li carefully took the blood bag, his movements and expression serious and reverent, as if he was taking over a sacred object.

"Yes! You...want to extract antibodies?"

Money is better than servants, and skills are better than ordinary people. Qingshan's brilliant reasoning and analysis and skillful acupoint-pressing skills have made Dr. Li admire him from the bottom of his heart, so he spoke to Qingshan in a very respectful tone and manner.

Qingshan nodded and said:

"Yes! First, we extract the antibodies, then do animal testing. If the test results are good, we can inject them into patients in the hospital."

Doctor Li acted decisively and ran to work like the wind, holding the blood bag.

Fearing Seriek was dead, Qingshan had Luo Wenyuan remove the rock handcuffs and replace them with normal handcuffs and leg irons. To prevent him from harming himself, Qingshan didn't lift his chin back down. Instead, he infused him with spiritual energy and some spiritual water to alleviate his discomfort.

With the nourishment of spiritual power, Seriek woke up slowly, but seemed to have lost his soul. He sat dejectedly on the chair, staring at the ground in a daze.

Qingshan dragged a chair and sat in front of him.

"Seliek, you have always hated and despised your human blood, but if you didn't have that half human bloodline, you would be dead now!"

Seliek's face twitched, but he ignored her and continued to daydream.

Aoyama continued:

"If you were a pure-blooded mountain ghost, what just entered your body was not only the virus, but also human plasma. Although your blood can produce an antidote to the virus, the plasma itself is not toxic. Your blue blood can't do anything to the plasma, so it can only allow it to continue to exist in your body. Over time, it will affect your metabolism and cause your death."

"But because you have human blood, the human plasma entering your body won't harm you. Instead, it will awaken the recessive gene in your blood, allowing the human half to replace the mountain ghost half and become the dominant gene. That's why you were able to survive! But from now on, your physical features, inside and out, will be the same as a human's."

After hearing what Qingshan said, Seriek did not feel relieved that he had survived the disaster. Instead, he shed tears of pain and let out a suppressed sob in his throat.

Seeing him like this, Qingshan sighed:

"In fact, the Mountain Ghost race has always been pure and unpretentious, living in seclusion. They would rather live among the flowers, plants and trees in the deep mountains than interact with other races. A union like your father and your mother's is rare. I think your father didn't take you to the Evergreen Pure Land because it was for your own good, fearing that you wouldn't be able to bear the loneliness there. That's why he left all his property to you so that you could live a good life."

After hearing what Qingshan said, Seriek's eyes regained some of their focus. He raised his head and looked at her through his blurry eyes.

"But it's too late to say anything now. The heinous crimes you've committed over the past few hundred years wouldn't be enough to warrant being shot ten thousand times! Once the antibodies in your blood are extracted, saving a few more Chinese people will be considered a small redemption for your sins. If Qilin can keep you alive, then spend the rest of your life reflecting on your mistakes!"

After Qingshan finished speaking, he ignored him and turned to leave the injection room, leaving Seriek sitting there with his eyes closed dejectedly.

A gentle blonde woman emerged from Seliek's dusty memories like smoke.

The woman's features were blurred, but her smile was as warm as the afternoon sun. She opened her arms towards Seliek:

"Seri, it's time for dinner! Mom made your favorite buttered potato pancakes and lettuce wraps. Are you happy?"

A blond boy about five or six years old ran to the woman as fast as a deer.

Two figures, one big and one small, held hands, talked and laughed as they walked towards a small village not far away.

The smoke-like memories dissipated again. Seri still had her eyes closed, and crystal water light flashed under her eyelashes.