"Does it matter? Do you feel anything uncomfortable? Dr. Zhang asked with concern.

"Mr. Zhao, are you okay?" Lin Xinping also rushed over and asked.

Zhao Changfeng waved his hand weakly, and said with a forced smile: "It doesn't matter, there's nothing." Miss Lin, why don't you hurry up and send the blood to your grandfather, what are you doing here? ”

Lin Xinping came to her senses, she glanced at Zhao Changfeng gratefully, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, thank you!" ”

A nurse from a blood bank put the bag of blood into a portable blood storage box and handed it to Lin Xinping. Lin Xinping carried the box, came to Zhao Changfeng, and bowed deeply to Zhao Changfeng: "Mr. Zhao, thank you very much!" ”

Without waiting for Zhao Changfeng to speak, Lin Xinping had already run out quickly.

Doctor Zhang brought over a glass of warm water and a piece of bread and handed it to Zhao Changfeng.

"Come, let the bread be eaten with water. It will feel better when you eat it. ”

This is the standard preparation of the blood bank, and each donor is given a piece of bread and a glass of warm water after the blood is collected.

Zhao Changfeng's physical foundation is excellent, and he has recovered from the feeling of fatigue just now, although his face is still pale, he is already much better mentally, and he can even make two jokes:

"Doctor Zhang, last time I donated 200 milliliters of blood was a piece of bread, why is it that I donated 600 milliliters of blood this time is also a piece of bread? I thought I'd give three pieces! ”

Dr. Zhang was amused by Zhao Changfeng, and she said, "If there is a lot of bread, you can eat it." I'll put two more pieces in your pocket when you leave, okay? ”

Zhao Changfeng swallowed the bread in two bites, clapped his hands and stood up: "Doctor Zhang, is it so exaggerated?" I'm talking like a starving ghost. ”

"Don't be busy getting up, rest for a while!"

"No, Dr. Zhang, there's no need to rest, I don't have anything!"

Dr. Zhang shook his head with a sigh and said, "After all, it's a young man, and the body is good." Well, since it's okay, come with me to get the nutrition fee! ”

In the 90s, although it was also called voluntary blood donation, the blood bank would still give blood donors a nutrition fee to help them recover after donating blood.

Of course, Zhao Changfeng will not be high at this time. This nutrition fee is a well-deserved compensation for him, and of course he will receive it. This is not the same as using one's rare blood type to blackmail a patient. Although Zhao Changfeng thinks that he is not a good person, he also has his own principles, what can be done and what not to do, or disdainful of doing it, he has a clear distinction in his heart. The reason why he was so angry at Lin Xinping just now was that he thought that Lin Xinping had insulted his principles of life.

If it is necessary to survive, Zhao Changfeng can even be a liar, but he will definitely not sell blood for money. Because scammers need to use their brains at least to cheat money, and they need a certain amount of technology. And what about selling blood for money? What's the difference with a waste?

"Oh, sign your name here." Dr. Zhang handed Zhao a form.

Zhao Changfeng picked up the pen and was about to sign the nutrition fee recipient column, when he suddenly paused again. He pointed to the column of the amount of nutrition expenses and said to Dr. Zhang: "Dr. Zhang, is it wrong? Don't have that much money? The last time the school organized a blood donation, it was only 105 yuan in nutrition fees. ”

Doctor Zhang laughed: "Zhao Changfeng, last time you donated 200 milliliters of blood, but this time you donated 600 milliliters of blood, so this time the nutrition fee is three times as much as last time." ”

"Hey, that's it!" Zhao Changfeng touched his head and laughed, "Then I'll sign it!" ”

To be honest, Zhao Changfeng was a little overjoyed in his heart. As long as it is the money he deserves, the more the better.

"Here are three hundred and fifteen dollars, you can click on it!"

After Zhao Changfeng signed, Dr. Zhang handed the money to Zhao Changfeng.

"No need to order!" Zhao Changfeng took the money and stuffed it into his pocket, "Doctor Zhang, if there is nothing else, then I will leave." ”

"Okay. You should have a good rest when you go back, and don't do any heavy exercise activities for the past two weeks. You can call me if you feel unwell, and I go to work from Monday to Saturday. ”

Dr. Zhang admired Zhao Changfeng, a cheerful and sunny boy, and made an exception to explain a few more words.

Zhao Changfeng got off the bus when he was still one stop away from North China University of Finance and Economics, where there is a post office set up specifically for several nearby schools.

Zhao Changfeng arrived at the post office and asked for a remittance slip with the address of his home. Zhao Changfeng hesitated when filling in the amount of remittance, and finally decided to leave 85 yuan for himself and remit 230 yuan to his family. There are more than 20 days left before the holiday, and he wants to leave enough living expenses, in addition to the cost of going home, if the 85 yuan is saved a little money, it is still enough.

When I handed the remittance slip to the aunt at the post office counter, the aunt asked, "Young man, send money to your girlfriend?" ”

Zhao Changfeng shook his head: "No, send money to Dad." ”

The aunt looked at Zhao Changfeng with some surprise, paused for a moment, and then said with a sigh: "I am still in school, so I know that I can send money to my family, it is rare, rare!" ”

She looked down at the sender's address on the remittance slip: "North China University of Finance and Economics." It seems that the school has a good way of educating students, and I will let my children enroll in this school next year! ”

No wonder the aunt at the post office was surprised. She usually said that when she came to the post office, she saw students from several nearby schools coming to collect remittances, and occasionally a few students came to remit money to their girlfriends who were studying elsewhere. It was the first time she had seen a student like Zhao Changfeng who sent money home.

"No, no, no, Auntie, you must not. Don't miss your child! Zhao Changfeng waved his hand again and again, "North China University of Finance and Economics trains cadres of the production team, do you let your children come over?" ”

"Production team cadres? That's not bad! The aunt said with a smile: "As long as you know how to honor your parents, it is better than anything else!" ”

Zhao Changfeng helplessly spread his hands and left the post office.

Back at school, Zhao Changfeng was a little tired, but his heart was extremely relaxed. At least until the holidays, he doesn't have to worry about life anymore. He can concentrate on his studies and meet his final exams.

Thinking of this, Zhao Changfeng suddenly flashed another thought. Yes, take the exam well, strive to get the first place, plus the points of student cadres and other students, you should be able to get a first-class scholarship. The first-class scholarship is 300 yuan, which can save some living expenses for three months!

Thinking of this, Zhao Changfeng seemed to have seen the three hundred yuan shining in front of his eyes, and a smile involuntarily appeared on the corner of his mouth, and even his weak body felt much lighter.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a voice shouting: "Zhao Changfeng, you still owe me five cents for the phone bill!" ”

When he looked up, he saw Lao Liu Tou stopping in front of him and sneering at him. It turned out that unconsciously, Zhao Changfeng had already entered the dormitory building.