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"Paid blood donation? Sorry, the hospital only accepts unpaid blood donations. ”

Yang Fan came to the blood donation window of the First People's Hospital of Jianghai City, but his request was ruthlessly rejected by the nurse.

Now hospitals only accept unpaid blood donations, that is, voluntary blood donations, and it is impossible to pay for blood donations, which is illegal.

At least in your own country, it is illegal.

The expectation in Yang Fan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and at the same time, he also reflected that the hospital was indeed donating blood for free.

If you want to donate blood for a fee, you have to look for a black way.

However, this kind of black way is accompanied by risks, that is, if it is not treated hygienically, it may leave some infectious diseases in the body.

It is not uncommon for people to suddenly get AIDS after donating blood for a fee.

Many of the blood collection equipment of the black road are informal, and it can even be said that the disinfection is not thorough.

But who cares about these desperate people?

Money is the most important thing.

Yang Fan felt that he was a desperate person, his father-in-law and father-in-law did not lend his own money, and he had no money and no job.

As for the wife... Hehe, don't mention it.

I wanted to find a job, but who would have thought that I would meet Xu Ning and be exposed by him.

If a person is unlucky, he may drink cold water and stuff his teeth.

Yang Fan is in this state at the moment, and the whole person seems to be full of bad luck.

As for borrowing money from someone he was familiar with, he thought about it, but he didn't do it.

Why do people borrow money? Especially for people like themselves who don't see any hope of repaying the money, who can lend it to themselves? So don't take it upon yourself.

Besides, in the two and a half years since I went in, I have long lost contact with some friends, and the same is true for classmates and the like.

The social interaction of adults is tied to interests.

Why do others make friends with themselves if they don't get any benefits from them?

Yang Fan nodded to the nurse in frustration and said thank you, then turned around and prepared to leave.

At this time, in the noisy crowd, a young man with thief eyebrows and rat eyes came out, with yellow hair and triangular eyes, which is a typical trait, and he is not tall, less than 1.7 meters.

He looked around stealthily, and after seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he immediately came to Yang Fan and asked in a low voice, "Dude, do you want to sell blood?" ”

Yang Fan couldn't help but be happy when he saw the yellow-haired young man who appeared in front of him.

"Do you have a way?"

Yang Fan also asked him in a low voice.

Now he just wants to make money, even if it is this way of selling blood, he will not hesitate to do it.

People are forced by reality to do anything.

The yellow-haired young man glanced around, and then motioned for Yang Fan to follow him.

He turned and walked briskly out of the hospital building.

Yang Fan hesitated, but still followed.

It's not that he hasn't thought about it, he may meet bad people, and he may even go to a point of no return.

But his wife has cheated on the horse, his father-in-law and mother-in-law are even more cold-blooded, his parents died early, what are he hesitating about?

The two of them left the hospital one after the other, but they were very tacitly about twenty meters apart.

In the end, the yellow-haired young man walked to a tattered van and waited for Yang Fan to come over.

After Yang Fan came over, the yellow-haired young man raised his eyebrows, and his voice became louder.

"Dude, how much blood do you want to sell?"

His question was straightforward, and he was probably used to it for a long time.

After all, unpaid blood donation is completely different from paid blood donation, and the maximum amount of unpaid blood donation is 400cc, and if there is more, the hospital will not agree.

But if you donate blood for a fee, I can't wait for you to donate 600cc or even 800cc, so that you can make money.

Yang Fan gritted his teeth, thought carefully for a moment, and then stretched out five fingers.

“500cc！”

He is also out of the way, and donating blood for a fee is to sell it for money.

If you want to sell for money, sell more, at least for more money.

500cc that's a pound of blood...

This is harmful to the person and may even cause a brief coma or even anemia shock.

However, Yang Fan's answer made the yellow-haired young man pout, and said with some disgust: "Lack of money and still nervous? Everyone sells it for 600 or even 800. ”

"Well, you sell 600cc, and I'll give you 5,000 yuan, how about it?"

"This is already higher than the market price, the normal market price, only 600 yuan per 100cc, I give you more than 800 yuan per 100cc, which is already very high."

The yellow-haired young man bewitched Yang Fan, and even used money to tempt Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was a little tempted to hear that he could get 5,000 yuan as long as he donated 600cc of blood.

But you have to bargain, otherwise you will lose.

"Six thousand, I'll give you 600cc."

Yang Fan's mind is full of money now, so he will not regress on money.

When the yellow-haired young man heard Yang Fan shouting six thousand yuan, his eyes widened, and then he shook his head desperately: "Are you crazy?" No way, not such a high price. ”

"I'm Panda Blood!"

Yang Fan immediately added that his blood was a very precious panda blood, that is, universal blood.

Shouldn't you sell it for more money based on this?

The yellow-haired young man was stunned for a moment, and then thought carefully.

He thought about it for a long time and couldn't come up with a reason, so he simply knocked on the glass of the van.

The driver's window rolled down, revealing a vicious head.

Yang Fan didn't notice that there were still people in the car, and judging from this dress, he was not a good person.

Also, this kind of black way to sell blood, what good people can be?

"Panda blood, 600, he asks for six thousand!"

The yellow-haired young man asked his accomplice.

The fierce man glanced at Yang Fan and shook his head: "Give five thousand five at most." ”

"You heard, my boss said, give five thousand and five at most."

The yellow-haired young man turned around, glanced at Yang Fan, and said in a deep voice.

It's just that there is already a hint of impatience in the tone.

Yang Fan even wondered if they would press themselves into the car and start drawing blood.

Five thousand five...

"Give me more!"

Yang Fan asked without giving up.

Seeing Yang Fan's down-and-out appearance, the yellow-haired young man frowned irritably, and waved his hand: "Oh, okay, don't grind, I'll give you an extra hundred, five thousand six, this is the most price!" ”

"Good!"

Yang Fan gritted his teeth, five thousand six is five thousand six.

At least a little bit of start-up capital.

"Alright, come on, draw blood."

The yellow-haired young man nodded with satisfaction, then pulled the back of the van and motioned for Yang Fan to get in.

Yang Fan glanced at the inside of the van, it was dirty, the environment was bad, and there was even a strange smell.

There were some useless blood drawing devices on the seats, as well as used needles.

Yang Fan suddenly hesitated, such hygiene is so substandard, will he get any disease in the future?

The yellow-haired young man saw Yang Fan's hesitation, and he didn't care, many people would be like this.

He took out fifty-six red tickets from his wallet with great experience, and clapped them with his hands, all the new money, just taken out of the bank.

After Yang Fan saw the money, his eyes could no longer leave his gaze.

As soon as you put your heart horizontally, you have to get into the car.

"Yang Fan? Why are you here? ”

At this moment, a woman's voice came from behind him.

Yang Fan was shocked, hearing such a familiar voice, he didn't need to look back to know who it was.

Of course, it can't be Xia Ruhua, his wife has not come home for a long time.

This familiar voice is Sister Hui, Wen Hui.

Wen Hui looked at Yang Fan in surprise, she didn't expect to meet Yang Fan in the hospital.

She has been feeling a little unwell in the past two days, so come and take a look.

As soon as she grabbed the medicine and was about to leave, she saw a figure suspected of being Yang Fan, and a yellow-haired young man sneaking around, and she walked over curiously.

I didn't expect such a shout, it was really Yang Fan.

"Hui... Sister Hui~"

Yang Fan turned around a little unnaturally and said hello.

He didn't expect to meet Sister Wen Hui here.

Wen Hui felt that Yang Fan's words and deeds were very strange, and she couldn't help but glance at the yellow-haired young man and the burly man in the van.

Then her eyes immediately saw everything in the back of the van, messy and dirty, and the needles that drew blood.

Where does she still not understand?

"You, you actually sold blood!"

Wen Hui's face changed suddenly, and she shouted angrily and incredulously.

"Riders, looking for death, shouting so loudly!"

"Boss, let's go!"

When the yellow-haired young man heard Wen Hui shouting so loudly, his heart trembled.

He cursed twice, then pushed Yang Fan away, and then got into the car as fast as he could.

The van, with a roar, swooped out after a puff of black smoke.

Yang Fan covered his nose, smelled the smell of the exhaust of the car, and looked at the van getting farther and farther away.

It is impossible to sell blood.

He was a little disappointed in his heart, and a little happy, very conflicted.

At first, he wanted to sell blood to make money, but when he saw the poor hygiene inside the van, he regretted it.

But after seeing the cash, he was a little tempted.

Fortunately, when I hesitated, I met Sister Wen Hui.

It's just that it's different from Yang Fan's thoughts, Wen Hui's face at this moment is ugly, she didn't expect Yang Fan to degenerate to the extent of selling blood.

Of course, she was not angry with Yang Fan, but only distressed.

This younger brother, who has known him for several years, used to be so high-spirited, and boasted to himself that sooner or later he would become a famous screenwriter with an annual income of 10 million.

But more than two years ago, because Xia Ruhua was molested after drinking, he went in.

After coming out, it became like this.

She felt that Xia Ruhua was really too much.

's husband stood up for her, but he complained instead.

After two and a half years in prison, Yang Fan came out and saw his wife cheating.

Wen Hui didn't know if Xia Ruhua knew about Yang Fan's blood sale at the moment, maybe even if she knew, she wouldn't care, right?

"Let's go, come back with me!"

A wave of anger rose in Wen Hui's heart, and she grabbed Yang Fan's cold wrist.

Then stopped a taxi.