I was forcibly asked to donate blood by the flowers.

The staff of the blood donation station also nodded and warmly welcomed me into the mobile blood donation vehicle.

After thinking about it, I haven't donated blood yet, so I just give it a try.

So sit in.

Hana sat next to me, staring at me with concern.

The staff helped me set up the blood donation equipment, and after inserting the needle, they also said that their blood donation vehicle was the most advanced at present.

I can have my body examined by the blood.

Then I was taught some knowledge about blood donation.

Then the nurse inserted the needle into my arm.

I saw the electronic blood collection scale shaking constantly.

After the blood donation was over, the staff took out the report and frowned and said that I had something wrong with me.

Confused, I picked up the report and saw that some of the indicators were low.

I perused the low indicators and asked what was going on?

The staff said that there might be some low blood sugar, and I said that I was fine.

I didn't realize at the time that I didn't have any blood at all anyway, and it was definitely not hypoglycemia.

Looking at the content of the report, I thought to myself, should I go to the hospital for a physical examination sometime?

Hua said, low blood sugar? Then go to the nearby Shinto religion for health, it will be very effective, and the low blood sugar guarantee is gone.

I said no, just go to the hospital and see.

Hua said that I don't have anything else to do now anyway, I just came, and I can ask for some health and others.

There's nothing to lose by going to Shinto together.

I said in my heart that it will be okay, it seems that the flower is very familiar with the neighborhood.

It just so happened that someone was a guide, and it was good to take me around.

I'll go to the hospital for a physical examination later.

So I promised the flowers.

Hana took me to Shintoism.

I've only seen Shinto on TV, so I thought I'd take it as a tour.

After a little more than an hour's drive, we soon arrived at the foot of a mountain.

The mountain is not high, and a quaint temple stands on the hill.

The way up the mountain is also a stone staircase made of stone slabs, and there are moss on both sides.

The trail is smooth and apparently often walked.

The flowers are going up the hill with me.

As we walked up the hill, we saw a lot of arches and buildings that we had only seen on TV before.

Coupled with the green leaves on both sides, it looks quite beautiful.

Further up is the Shinto shrine, where a man in a white high hat looks at us from afar.

When he saw us coming, he took the initiative to meet us and asked us what we were doing.

Flowers say to seek health and peace.

The man didn't say much, let us follow him, and he led us into the shrine.

There were a lot of plaques in it, and the men asked us to worship the plaques, and then we were asked to draw lots.

I don't know why, but I was very sincere.

I knelt on the ground and silently read a lot in my heart, knowing that I didn't believe in these things at all before.

At that time, a lucky lottery was drawn.

I'm still excited.

Then the man handed me a glass of water and said that Amaterasu had blessed me and asked me to drink it in one gulp.

I didn't even think about it, I just drank it down.

When I was about to stand up, I suddenly felt dizzy.

I thought I was really hypoglycemic.

As a result, standing and standing became more and more wrong, and my head was dizzy.

Luckily, Hua held me up and asked me what was wrong.

The man guided the flower and helped me in to rest.

At the time, I thought that there must be something wrong inside, so I weakly warned Hua not to go.

The flowers dragged me inside, and soon I knew what they had brought me here for.

We went deeper into the shrine, although our heads were dizzy.

But I can see the environment on both sides.

In each room there was a chair on which a person was trapped.

And they also have a long line on their hands.

Inside the line was bright red blood.

Blood draws?

Why does someone draw blood in the shrine?

I was inexplicable, and my head was dizzy, so I couldn't think clearly.

It wasn't until I was dragged into a room and tied up that I saw Hana and a man coming over with a long needle.

I gradually lost consciousness and passed out.

When I opened my eyes again, I found Hua smiling in front of me.

She saw me wake up, fumbled around with me for a while, and then took my keys away.

happily said: "Thank you, brother, I like this car very much, and now it's mine." ”

As she took the car keys away, I struggled to say something, only to find myself tied all over my body, and the needles stuck in my body were constantly pumping my blood.

Watching my own blood being pumped out, a term appeared in my head, blood slave.

There is no blood-pumping industry in the street, because the characters must be used to the fullest, and although blood drawing makes money, people cannot work while blood is drawn.

So there was no blood draw on the street.

It is necessary to use people to the extreme.

I didn't expect to see blood drawn here.

And one of them turned out to be me.

I was depressed, knowing that I had been captured as a blood slave.

This place, like Style Street, is an underground place.

I became a mobile blood bank.

Hua hummed a song and walked out happily, but suddenly she remembered something, she turned her head and asked me, "Do you have any money?" ”

I said to the flowers: "I am a person from the customs street, everyone is a peer, if you let me out, I will give you money." ”

Hua stared into my eyes and asked inexplicably, "Style Street, where it is, I don't know." ”

I want to say that the customs street is the same as them, it is a dry underground place, but the flower does not wait for me to speak, saying that my blood is panda blood, the best, and I can enjoy some good treatment that other ordinary blood cannot enjoy.

She said I could have my blood drawn every other day and not be drawn to death for a short time.

It should be able to smoke for a year and a half.

I reiterate once again, I am a person from the Style Street, everyone does the same job, if she doesn't know where the Style Street is, let her lead it.

As a result, Hua laughed, saying that when he came to this place, the tiger had to lie down, the dragon had to be coiled, and what if they had an identity, they even dared to arrest the officials.

The identity of a person is not worth much in the shrine, what is valuable is the blood.

I was so angry that I scolded and asked her to let Lao Tzu go quickly.

Hua turned around and walked away.

I don't know how long it lasted, maybe two hours?

Anyway, I felt too tired to do anything, and I was very sleepy.

A Shinto guy came to untie the needle.

When I saw someone coming, I repeatedly reiterated that I was from the Style Street.

The man glanced at me and said that he had already asked Tian Ye on the street, and he said that there was no such person as me.

I'm a fake.

How could it be so coincidental, I just asked Tian Ye, I asked him to ask the board of directors or Brother Dao, and he gave me a blank look and asked me to be honest and stand up.

I stood up weakly, and he put me in a wheelchair with my hands and feet still tied.

Then the cart pushed me into a small house with quite a few beds.

There were people lying on the bed, from the dim light. I could see their pale faces.

Everyone has a hanging bottle next to them, and the hanging is the nutrient solution.

I was quickly put on the bed, and the man held my body in place and brought me a hanging bottle.

Inject me with a nutrient solution.

He told me to lie down and recover for the day, and continue to draw blood the day after tomorrow.