Cold sweat broke out on the back of Ling Wanwan's neck. The rumors in the world were indeed true. This blood selling group not only bought and sold blood sources, but also human organs.
At this time, the man's footsteps came with a calm voice:
"Does it have to come to this?"
Ling Wanwan took a breath when she saw Zong Lu hadn't left. She wanted him to leave first because she wanted him to call the police...
Why did you come back alone?
The group of people saw another outsider come in, a slender young man, and everyone became alert.
Seeing that he was alone, he relaxed and burst into laughter:
"Another fat sheep?"
"Are you and this female reporter working together?"
"You're the only one who still wants to stand up for them?"
Zong Lu was calm and composed, and didn’t say anything. He pointed at the puppy and said:
"That kid is skinny and skinny, like a monkey. With this kind of nutrition, how can his internal organs be any better? Are you sure you won't lose money? Keep him alive first and let him grow well."
The face of the man in charge changed, and he had obviously considered this issue. He waved his hand and said, "Take that stinky kid to the third floor and lock him up. He is not allowed to go back."
Then he looked at Zong Lu with a smile: "Then you can take his place."
Several people went over and tried to tie Zong Lu's hands with ropes.
Zong Lu didn't mean to resist, he just said sarcastically: "I'm just one person, why do so many people come here, so unconfident?"
Several people stopped and one person went over and tied his hands. Together with Ling Wanwan, they took the simple elevator they built and took him up to the fourth floor.
On the way upstairs, Ling Wanwan glanced at the man next to her.
Although she didn't have a chance to speak, Zong Lu completely understood what she wanted to say and only gave her a calm look in return.
The elevator door opened.
After several men escorted Ling Wanwan and Zong Lu up, they went downstairs.
Only the man in charge is left.
There was no one on the fourth floor, probably because the activities held here were more private and shady.
But the decoration environment was more touching to Ling Wanwan's mood than the noisy third floor.
A frosted and matte tape curtain appeared in view, which must be the place where illegal human organ surgeries are performed.
There was a man in a white coat and a mask standing outside the curtain.
There is also a large pool in the middle. You need to climb a dozen steps to get up. I don’t know what it is.
There is a faint, imperceptible smell of blood floating in the air.
Ling Wan stooped and touched her waist subconsciously.
The man in charge and the man in the white coat whispered and discussed it before pushing the two of them to the table and sitting down.
Then, the white coat came over, first rolled up Ling Wanwan's sleeves, and then tied his elbows.
Ling Wanwan watched the other person pick up a thick needle and knew that he wanted to draw blood first.
These people are just like greedy vampires who will not waste any profit!
Since everyone wants to harvest their organs, how can they let go of valuable blood?
I guess I want to draw some blood first and then cut my waist!
Although I have encountered more than one danger in interviews over the years and I have long been used to it, there are still a drop or two of cold sweat on my forehead at this moment.
After arriving in the suburbs with the puppy, she sent her location to the newspaper.
Because this kind of interview task is relatively dangerous, the unit needs to be notified in advance.
According to the past rules, every three minutes, the newspaper office would send a message to the receiver on her watch, and she needed to press a response to indicate that she was safe.
Now that her watch has been taken away, it has been more than three minutes.
The newspaper must know that something happened to her, and they will definitely notify the nearest police station in Gang City immediately.
Because of this, she had the confidence to come back and rescue the puppy.
But now looking at the thick needle, she was really a little nervous.
She has been most afraid of injections since she was a child.
Not to mention that I might have to go to the operating table later...
All we have to do now is delay.
She was about to speak, but Zong Lu's voice came out first:
"Draw my blood first."
The man in charge and the man in the white coat were both stunned.
Ling Wanwan looked at Zong Lu.
Zong Lu's face was very calm, and he took the initiative to raise his sleeves:
"I have rh-negative blood type AB, so the price on the market should be quite high."
The man's heart was moved. This was more than low. This was panda blood. It was rare among thousands of people. He made a gesture.
The man in the white coat immediately turned to Zong Lu, tied his elbows, and without even removing the poison, inserted the needle into his vein and adjusted the blood transfusion hanging bag above.
Ling Wanwan's heart beat violently, watching his blood entering the blood bag bit by bit, she couldn't help but said: "Zong Lu..."
He still gave her a comforting look.
As time passed, she saw that the blood in the blood bag continued to rise and exceeded 200 ml. She became more and more nervous and shouted to her white coat:
"That's it!"
The man in the white coat and the man in charge were both indifferent and did not stop.
The blood in the blood bag continues to rise.
300ml.
350ml.
400ml.
420ml.
Ling Wanwan turned around and shouted to the man:
"The maximum amount of blood an adult can donate each time is 400 milliliters. If you continue to draw blood, something will happen to him!"
But the man smiled: "It's just uncomfortable. Look at him, he looks tall and strong, it doesn't matter."
A rare panda.
They can be sold for sky-high prices on the black market. It’s hard to find one, so how can you not get more?
Zong Lu was not feeling any discomfort except that his face was a little pale.
The blood volume continues to rise.
The blood bag has already exceeded 450 ml.
Ling Wanwan could no longer sit down and struggled to pull out the needle on the back of his hand:
"That's enough! If something happens to him, how can you get his organs? The organs of a dead person are useless, right?"
But he was pressed down again by the white coat.
The man smiled and said: "Don't worry, the organs of people who have just died are still useful."
This man's blood is much more valuable than his organs.
Even if they are really beaten to death and there is no way to harvest organs, it is still cost-effective.
Ling Wanwan watched helplessly as the blood continued to be drawn out from Zong Lu's arm bit by bit and poured into the blood bag. She couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to rush over and pull out the infusion set again.
The man simply took two steps forward, struck Ling Wanwan on the back of the neck with his palm, and put the unconscious Ling Wanwan down on the ground against the wall.
Zong Lu had a panoramic view of this scene, his eyelids trembled slightly, but he did not make any reaction, and there was no emotion on his handsome face.
After a while, when the plasma was full, he looked at the man in the white coat and asked for advice if he should continue, but he heard Zonglu's voice:
"Go on, draw my blood and release us later."
The man was shocked by his calmness, and then waved his hand to indicate to continue.
Bai Yi changed Zong Lu into a new plasma bag.
Blood continued to fill the empty bag little by little.
After reaching a certain dose, the white coat's face changed. He looked at Zong Lu in disbelief and then looked at the blood bag.