Adults who lose more than 600 ml of blood will have various obvious physical reactions, including dizziness, palpitation, and even fainting on the spot if they are weak.
800 ml is the maximum value that ordinary people can bear.
If you exceed this number, you are likely to go into shock or even take a dog.
I once drew blood from a middle-aged man and obtained more than 500 ml. As soon as the tall and muscular man stood up, he fainted.
But now the man's blood loss has reached nearly 600 milliliters, but he is still calm and relaxed.
Although the blood on his face gradually faded and he was as pale as frost, he didn't feel like he was about to faint at all, and there was no uncomfortable reaction at all.
There is no fear that I will bleed to death.
The white coat swallowed his saliva and looked back at the man: "Do you want to continue? The maximum dose is almost reached."
The man glanced at Zong Lu: "Doesn't he look very energetic? Go on, pump more."
The man in the white coat didn't say anything. After a while, he looked at the blood bag, his throat twitched, and his eyes changed when he looked at Zong Lu. He quickly stood up and ran directly to the man. His words were a little knotted:
"...something's wrong, something's wrong."
The man was playing with his cell phone, raised his head, and asked impatiently, "What's wrong?"
"...Normal people can't hold on if they lose more than 800 ml of blood. This person... This person has almost lost 1,000 ml of blood now, and there is no big reaction. Impossible, this is absolutely impossible..."
The voice in the white coat trembled under the mask.
The man's eyes were determined, and he looked fiercely towards Zong Lu.
Zong Lu's pale and handsome face was facing him, his long and narrow eyes looked at him, and he showed an almost provocative smile:
"continue."
The man swallowed his saliva and didn't quite believe it: "How is that possible... look again!"
As time goes by, the red liquid in the blood bag becomes more and more full.
The man in the white coat looked at Zong Lu, who had no expression on his face. His knees became weak and he couldn't hold himself tight again. He trembled: "...How is this possible?"
The man was also a little frightened and rushed over to pull out the needle on the back of Zong Lu's hand.
Zong Lu covered the back of his hands and saw that both of them were obviously breathing. He glanced at the two bags of blood and said quietly:
"Two bags of blood, are they enough?"
The man woke up and almost shouted at the white coat: "Go and see this man!"
Of course the man in the white coat understood what he meant, and went over to measure Zong Lu's blood pressure and heart rate. The moment the data stopped, he took a few steps back, his pupils locked, and he looked even more flustered than before:
"...No. There must be something wrong."
The man gritted his teeth: "Speak clearly!"
"...This man's blood pressure is very low, which is definitely not what a normal person should have, and his heart rate is not within the normal range."
The man strode over and saw the blood pressure value at a glance: 30/15
How is it possible?
Is this a blood pressure value?
A person with such high blood pressure might have already entered the crematorium!
But this young and handsome man in front of me, except that his face is a little pale and his eyes are a little distracted, there is nothing wrong with him!
After so much blood was drawn, I didn’t die or faint, I didn’t have any reaction, and my blood pressure and heart rate were too low to be normal...
He turned to look at his comrades: "Is there something wrong with the blood pressure monitor?"
The white coat shook his head in a cold sweat: "No problem."
He looked at Zong Lu with wide eyes:
"What the hell are you...?"
Zong Lu stood up and slowly walked towards him.
As if he had seen a ghost, the man got excited and scolded the confused subordinate in the white coat: "Call them up!"
After the white coat ran away, he stopped Zong Lu from approaching: "You, don't come over!"
Zong Lu continued to move forward.
The man felt a cold wind blowing directly into his face, and he picked up the dagger he carried and held it in front of him:
"You fucking stop!"
Not only did Zong Lu not stop, he even stretched out his hand and shook his hand holding the handle of the knife.
Before the man could recover, he saw him thrusting the knife into his abdomen.
The muffled sound of the knife tip being fleshless shocked the man and he couldn't believe it.
Zong Lu continued to hold his hand and pressed the knife into his abdomen. He grunted because of the pain, but had no intention of falling down. Instead, he gave a faint smile.
The man saw blood oozing from Zong Lu's abdomen, staining his shirt red, and sweating profusely on his forehead. He yelled, let go of his hand and backed away: "Monster, you are a fucking monster."
The person had just drained most of the blood from his body and then stabbed himself again. He was still alive and had no intention of falling down...
My blood pressure and heart rate are also not right.
Is this even a fucking human being?
Zong Lu pulled out the dagger from his abdomen, and a few more drops of blood spattered out, and one or two drops sprayed onto the man's face. He shook his body, raised the blood-stained dagger, and approached him.
The man touched the blood on his face and turned pale. He subconsciously turned around and ran away. There was nowhere to hide in the open space. He was forcefully forced to the bottom of the pool. He had no choice but to climb up the stairs and squat by the pool towards the elevator.
roar:
"Fuck! Where is the person? He's not here yet?"
Zong Lu took the knife and followed the steps step by step.
The man was so frightened that he held on to the railing beside the pool and stepped back: "You...what the hell do you want to do?"
Zong Lu lightly opened his thin lips: "Don't you want to know what I am? I'll tell you."
He leaned forward, and before the other party could react, he raised his hand and pushed the man into the pool.
With a scream, the man sank into the unknown liquid in the pool, and disappeared without even a splashing sound.
There were intermittent noises and footsteps outside the door, and it was not just the voices of people from the blood selling syndicate.
Zong Lu leisurely walked down the stairs, glanced at the wound on his lower abdomen, and then glanced at Ling Wanwan who had passed out in the corner. He walked to the washstand first, poured out one of the two bags of blood he had just drawn out, and the other.
I emptied half of the bag, turned on the faucet and rinsed it clean, and finally found a place to sit down.
At the same time, the elevator door opened, someone came out, and someone rushed over from the stairs.
It's the local police.
There was also He Feng and several men in suits.
It seemed like two waves of people arrived together.
He Feng saw Zong Lu sitting in the crowd, holding his abdomen, strode over, helped him up, and whispered: "Are you okay?"
Zong Lu slowly stood up holding his bleeding abdomen and glanced at Ling Wanwan, who was still sleeping in the corner.
He Feng understood: "Don't worry."
The police began to clear the scene, and some people climbed up the stairs to see the people in the pool.
A policeman came over and saw Zong Lu and the unconscious Ling Wanwan, and called 120.
He Feng immediately said: "No need, Mr. Zong and reporter Ling, we will send them to familiar hospitals in this city."
Several men in suits immediately stepped forward and sent Zong Lu and Ling Wanwan downstairs respectively.
…
In the evening, in the hospital, Ling Wanwan woke up and heard He Feng's voice:
"Miss Ling, wake up."
Ling Wanwan rubbed her temples to sort out the current situation. When she saw He Feng again, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed: