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Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Choice After Desperation

His life with Xiang Qinglan has always been based on translating some information, and now, she is injured again. Where can he find money? He hits himself hard on the head. He is really useless and very

Useless.

Lan, what should I do, what should I do? He leaned against the wall, and the cold wall made him shiver fiercely. From time to time, people would pass by him, and then frequently turn around. The three-dimensional facial features of mixed-race people are different from those of Orientals.

The tall body and the special eye color are particularly eye-catching here. However, Qing was just lost in his own thoughts and had no idea that he had attracted too many people's attention.

He stood up straight and walked outside. He needed money now. No matter what, he needed money. Without money, Lan would not be well, and maybe he would die.

When he thought of that death, his heart became cold, like a layer of ice, it was terrifyingly cold.

It wasn't until he saw a man in white clothes giving a man some fairly large bills that he stopped and stared at the thing in the man's hand, which was the money he needed most.

He held his hand tightly, and after the man left, he also walked towards the man who gave the money.

"Why should I give him money?" He stared at the doctor in front of him, his pupils flickering slightly. If others could do it, so could he, although he was not very smart.

"He got this from selling blood," although the doctor didn't understand why Qing asked, he still explained to him that this was an obvious thing, but since the man asked, he would answer him.

Sell ​​blood, sell blood, and you will get money. He looked at his hands, did he get the money?

The doctor looked at him for a long time, until he saw that he had no reaction for a long time, and then turned around, but was pulled from behind by Qing.

"I also want to sell blood," he said very seriously, without any hesitation in his eyes.

The doctor was stunned for a moment, but he nodded.

There are many people like this here. No matter what the reason is, all they want is money. Although he is a mixed-race man and the clothes he wears are pretty good, the doctor still saw the blood stains on his sleeves, and it was also to save his life.

People.

After walking into the blood collection room in the hospital and completing various tests, Qing sat on a chair and watched the thick needle being inserted into his arm. He felt a sour and numb pain, and it was very swollen. He just

Frowning, he did not hum. The red and warm blood quickly flowed into the thick needle tube.

The blood continued to flow, and Qing's originally good face became paler and paler. No matter how strong a man is, no matter how good his body is, facing such a thing, he will feel strenuous. Blood is human

The source of life. Especially when he smoked so much at once.

When a full tube of blood was drawn out, the doctor looked at the needle in his hand. He was really a strong man. There were so many. Most people would have been unable to bear it, but he could actually hold on.

"Do you want to take a rest?" the doctor kindly reminded the pale man, but Qing just took the money, shook off his hand, and held the money tightly in his hand.

He was very uncomfortable, but Lan would be even more uncomfortable. He walked out with a slight stagger in his steps, leaving the doctor shaking his head gently. He really had a stubborn character.

Qing took out the money he had just earned from his mouth. His eyes were a little shaky. He shook his head to wake himself up. In fact, the amount of blood he sold was already much higher than ordinary people. If it weren't for

His body has been well nourished by Xiang Qinglan recently, and he might have collapsed a long time ago, but he knows that he absolutely cannot fall, because there is still Xiang Qinglan waiting for him, and they only have each other.

.

It won't work without one person.

The nurse was still fascinated by the man in front of her, and had an indescribable fondness for him. Even if a man like Qing had different intelligence from ordinary people, he was still very eye-catching. Not to mention that Qing didn't speak, just like normal.

, there is no difference. No one knows that such an extremely handsome man in front of him can be an intellectually defective man.

That is, a fool.

Qing just looked at the hospitalization information in her hand, her eyes dark and revealing nothing.

He turned around, a little ruthless, but also a little unfeeling.


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