"Paid blood donation? Sorry, the hospital only accepts unpaid blood donations."
Yang Fan came to the blood donation window of Jianghai First People's Hospital, but his request was rejected by the nurse who shook her head ruthlessly.
Now the hospital only accepts unpaid blood donations, that is, voluntary blood donations. It is impossible to pay for blood donations. This is illegal.
At least it's illegal in your own country.
The expectation in Yang Fan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and at the same time he realized that the hospital was indeed donating blood for free.
If you want to donate blood for a fee, you have to find a dark way.
However, this kind of black road is accompanied by risks, which means that if the hygiene is not handled well, there may be infectious diseases left in the body.
It is not uncommon for someone to suddenly contract AIDS after donating blood for a fee.
Many of the blood collection equipment used in black shops are irregular, and it can even be said that the disinfection is not thorough.
But for those who are desperate, who cares about this?
Money is the most important thing.
Yang Fan felt that he was a desperate person. His father-in-law would not lend him money, and he himself had no money and no job.
As for my wife...haha, let’s not mention it.
I wanted to find a good job, but who would have thought that I would meet Xu Ning and be exposed by him.
If a person is unlucky, his teeth may become clogged even if he drinks cold water.
Yang Fan was in this state at the moment, and his whole person seemed to be full of bad luck.
As for borrowing money from someone he knew well, he had thought about it but didn't do it.
Why should others borrow money? Especially for someone like me who has no hope of repaying the money, who can lend it to me? So don’t make yourself embarrassed.
Moreover, in the two and a half years since I entered the university, I have long lost contact with some of my friends, as well as my classmates and the like.
Adult social interaction is all tied to interests.
If others don't get any benefit from you, why would they make friends with you?
Yang Fan nodded to the nurse in despair and said thank you, then turned around and prepared to leave.
At this time, among the noisy crowd, a young man with sinister eyebrows and squinty eyes emerged. He had yellow hair and triangular eyes, which are typical traits. He was not tall, less than 1.7 meters tall.
He glanced around furtively, and after seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he immediately came to Yang Fan and asked in a low voice: "Brother, do you want to sell your blood?"
When Yang Fan saw the yellow-haired young man appearing in front of him, he couldn't help but feel happy.
"Do you have a way?"
Yang Fan asked him in the same low voice.
Now he just wants to make money, even if it means selling blood, he won't hesitate.
When people are forced by reality, they can do anything.
The yellow-haired young man looked around with a stern look, then motioned for Yang Fan to follow him.
He turned around and walked out of the hospital building quickly.
Yang Fan hesitated for a moment, but still followed.
It's not like he hasn't considered that he might meet bad people or even go down a path of no return.
But his wife has cheated on her, his father-in-law and mother-in-law are even more cold-blooded, and his parents died young, so why should he hesitate?
The two people left the hospital one after another, but they were about 20 meters apart in a tacit understanding.
Finally, the yellow-haired young man walked to a shabby 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.
"Brother, how much blood do you want to sell?"
His question was very direct, and he might have been used to it for a long time.
After all, voluntary blood donation is completely different from paid blood donation. The most you can do for voluntary blood donation is just that. If you donate more blood, the hospital will not agree to it.
But blood donation is paid, and I wish you could donate blood even more, so that you can make money.
Yang Fan gritted his teeth, thought carefully, and then stretched out five fingers.
"!"
He is also willing to go all out. Donating blood for a fee is selling it for money.
If you want to sell for money, sell more and at least get more money.
That’s a pound of blood…
This is harmful to people and may even cause temporary coma or even anemic shock.
However, Yang Fan's answer made the yellow-haired young man curl his lips and said with some disgust: "You are still nervous when you are short of money? Everyone sells it for 600 or even 800."
"How about this? You sell it and I give you five thousand yuan. How about it?"
"This is already higher than the market price. The normal market price is only six hundred yuan per piece. I will give you more than eight hundred yuan per piece, which is already very high."
The yellow-haired young man bewitched Yang Fan and even tempted Yang Fan with money.
Yang Fan was a little tempted when he heard that he could get 5,000 yuan just by donating blood.
But you have to bargain, otherwise you will lose money.
"Six thousand, I'll give it to you."
Yang Fan's mind is now filled with money, so he will not back down on money.
When the yellow-haired young man heard that Yang Fan shouted six thousand yuan, his eyes widened immediately, and then he shook his head desperately: "Are you crazy? Impossible, there is no such a high price."
"I am Panda Blood!"
Yang Fan immediately added that his blood was very precious panda blood, which is universal blood.
Just based on this, shouldn’t we sell it for more money?
The yellow-haired young man was startled, and then he thought carefully.
He thought for a long time but couldn't think of a reason, so he simply knocked on the van's glass.
The driver's window rolled down, revealing a ferocious head.
Yang Fan didn't notice that there was someone else in the car, and judging from his appearance, he wasn't a good person.
That's right. How can there be any good people in this kind of black way of selling blood?
"Panda blood, 600, he wants six thousand!"
The yellow-haired young man asked his accomplice.
This fierce-looking man glanced at Yang Fan and shook his head: "Five thousand and five thousand at most."
"You heard it, my boss said, the maximum I can give is five thousand and five thousand."
The yellow-haired young man turned around, glanced at Yang Fan, and said in a deep voice.
But his tone already had a hint of impatience.
Yang Fan even wondered if they would press him into the car and start drawing blood.
Five thousand and five…
"Give me more!"
Yang Fan asked without giving up.
Seeing Yang Fan's desolate look, the yellow-haired young man frowned irritably and waved his hand: "Oh, that's enough. Stop being so annoying. I'll give you an extra hundred or five thousand six. This is the maximum price!"
"good!"
Yang Fan gritted his teeth, five thousand six, just five thousand six.
At least I have some starting capital.
"Okay, come on, let's draw blood."
The yellow-haired young man nodded with satisfaction, then opened the back seat of the van and motioned for Yang Fan to get in.
Yang Fan took a look inside the van. It was dirty, the environment was bad, and there was even a strange smell.
There were some useless blood drawing equipment and used needles on the seats.
Yang Fan immediately hesitated. If the hygiene was so substandard, would he get any disease in the future?
The yellow-haired young man saw Yang Fan showing hesitation and didn't care. Many people would do this.
He very experienced took out fifty-six red bills from his wallet, patted them with his hands and made a clicking sound. They were all new money, just taken out from the bank.
After Yang Fan saw the money, he couldn't take his eyes away from it anymore.
Once your heart is set, you have to get into the car.
"Yang Fan? Why are you here?"
At this moment, a woman's voice came from behind.
Yang Fan was shocked. Hearing such a familiar voice, he knew who it was without turning around.
Of course it can't be Xia Ruhua, his wife has not been 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 at the hospital.
She has been feeling a little unwell for the past two days and came over to take a look.
Just after grabbing the medicine and preparing to leave, she saw a figure that looked like Yang Fan and a young man with yellow hair sneaking around. She walked over curiously.
I didn't expect that it was Yang Fan who shouted like this.
"Hui...Sister Hui~"
Yang Fan turned around with a somewhat unnatural look on his face and said hello.
He didn't expect to meet Sister Wen Hui here either.
Wen Hui felt that Yang Fan's words and deeds were strange, and she couldn't help but glance at the yellow-haired young man and the burly man in the van.
Then her eyes suddenly saw everything messy and dirty inside the back seat of the van, as well as the needles used to draw blood.
What doesn't she understand?
"You, you actually sold blood!"
Wen Hui's face suddenly changed, and she shouted in anger and disbelief.
"You are looking for death, shouting so loudly!"
"Boss, leave quickly!"
When the yellow-haired young man heard Wen Hui shouting so loudly, his heart suddenly trembled.
He cursed a few curse words, pushed Yang Fan away, and got into the car as quickly as possible.
The van roared and sped out after a puff of black smoke.
Yang Fan covered his nose, smelling the car exhaust, and watched the van getting further and further away.
Selling blood is impossible.
He felt a little disappointed and a little happy in his heart, which was very contradictory.
At first he wanted to make money by selling blood, but he regretted it after seeing the poor hygiene inside the van.
But after seeing the cash, he was a little tempted.
Fortunately, I met Sister Wen Hui when I was hesitating.
But her thoughts were different from Yang Fan's. Wen Hui's face looked ugly at this moment. She didn't expect that Yang Fan would degenerate to the point of selling blood.
Of course she was not angry with Yang Fan, but only felt distressed.
This younger brother, whom I have known for several years, used to be so high-spirited and even boasted to himself that one day he would become a famous screenwriter with an annual income of tens of millions.
But more than two years ago, he went in because Xia Ruhua was molested after drinking.
After he came out, he looked like this.
In her heart, she felt that Xia Ruhua had gone too far.
Her husband stood up for her, but ended up complaining instead.
After two and a half years in prison, Yang Fan came out and saw his wife cheating on her.
Wen Hui didn't know if Xia Ruhua knew about Yang Fan's selling blood at this moment. Maybe even if she knew, she wouldn't care, right?
"Let's go back with me!"
A surge of anger rose in Wen Hui's heart, causing her to grab Yang Fan's cold wrist.