Hu Qinghai learned the location of the blood donation window by asking around at the hospital.

There were many people selling blood here. When he arrived, he saw a long line of people and stood behind them.

It was his first time selling blood, and he was a little scared. He wondered if it would hurt a lot when he was given blood, or if it would make him faint.

He had heard from his neighbors who had sold blood that when blood was drawn, the nurse would take a very thick syringe, insert it into the vein in the person's arm, and forcefully draw blood out.

After those people sold their blood, their faces were terribly pale, and it took them a long time to recover at home.

The thought of that thick syringe and needle piercing his thin veins filled him with fear.

Standing in front of the long queue, among these people selling blood were not only young adults but also women. If they were not afraid, why should I be afraid?

Then he thought about how he had sold his blood and received a large sum of money, which he could then use to gamble to his heart's content at the casino, win back all the money he had lost before, and also win back the money he had spent to redeem the jade pendant. Suddenly, he was filled with renewed enthusiasm, eagerly anticipating his turn.

He sold his blood and got the money, went out for a meal, and I went to the casino to make as much money as I could.

The mother-in-law stayed in the ward for a while. The small ward made her feel stuffy, so she ran out again.

Since it was Grandma Lin's first time at the hospital and she was unfamiliar with the place, He Lanlan was worried that she might wander off and get lost, so she gave He Lanlan some instructions.

"Could you please look after Xiao Heng for a while? I'm going to find my mother-in-law."

He Lanlan nodded happily: "Go ahead, sister. I'll take care of Comrade Lin Zhiheng here. Don't worry."

After speaking, she smiled and glanced at Lin Zhiheng, her eyes seemingly filled with tenderness and affection. When Lin Zhiheng met her gaze, his ears burned.

Lin Qingyan said "okay" and turned to go out to chase after Granny Lin.

After leaving Lin Zhiheng's ward, Grandma Lin wandered aimlessly down the corridor. When she heard voices coming from other wards, she stopped and peered inside.

Some patients and their families, seeing that she seemed to be out of her mind, would nod and smile at her, and then she would leave.

Some patients and their families might find her rude and scold her, saying things like, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a sick person before? Get out of here!"

Grandma Lin didn't argue with them and turned to leave.

Unbeknownst to her, she found herself outside the blood-drawing window.

Looking at that long line, I wondered what these people were up to.

Following the line to the front, I found a window. Through the glass, I saw a person in a white coat holding a thick syringe, injecting it into another person's arm. The syringe contained a red substance, and as the person in the white coat pulled the substance out with their other hand, more and more red substance appeared in the syringe.

Someone next to her said impatiently, "Everyone is queuing up. How dare you cut in line? Go back to the back right now, no cutting in line."

Grandma Lin looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Why do we have to queue?"

The man was also puzzled: "Is this your first time selling blood? Don't you know the rules? There are so many people selling blood here, so there has to be a first-come, first-served system. Those who come later have to go to the back of the line."

He said a long string of words, but Grandma Lin seemed to only take in two of them—"Sell your blood!"

"Aren't you here to sell your blood? Then what are you doing here?"

He looked at Granny Lin again. Yes, she's so old, she probably didn't come here to sell her blood, did she?

Grandma Lin asked him, "Why do you want to sell your blood?"

There were three or four people ahead of him in line waiting to have their blood drawn, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry, so he started chatting with Grandma Lin.

“Of course, I sell my blood to make money. I can only earn two or three cents a day by working ten centimeters in the fields. I can get 30 yuan by selling my blood once, which is equivalent to three months of working in the fields. After selling my blood, I can go home and recuperate for three months and then sell it again, earning two sets of money.”

"Making money?" Grandma Lin found it very interesting.

She knew that Lin Qingyan went to the clinic every day to treat patients and earn money, and Lin Zhiheng went to carry sacks every day to earn money. It seemed that she was the only one in the family who didn't know how to earn money.

No, she needs to earn money too.

As a member of the family, she couldn't let Lin Qingyan and Lin Zhiheng support her all by herself.

Starting today, she will have to sell her blood to earn money.

She looked at the back of the long line and said to the man, "I also want to sell my blood, I also want to earn money."

The man instructed her: "See? Go to the very back of this line and wait in line."

"Oh, oh," Grandma Lin nodded repeatedly. Then, she walked towards the very back of the line.

Lin Qinghai probably arrived too late; he waited in line for several minutes, but no one else came.

Suddenly, an elderly woman with gray hair walked up from the front and lined up behind him.

Hu Qinghai was puzzled. Why would an old woman of this age sell her blood?

He was scared just now because he was going to have his blood drawn, but now that he sees the old lady also coming to sell her blood, he is not so scared anymore.

The line ahead of him was still very long; by the time it was his turn, the sun would probably be setting.

With nothing else to do, he turned to look at Granny Lin.

"Auntie, how old are you this year? You're actually here to sell your blood."

In Mopantun Brigade, there are few people who don't know Granny Lin, and Hu Qinghai happens to be one of them.

He was addicted to gambling and focused all his attention on it. He rarely cared about village affairs and knew very little about them. Naturally, he knew nothing about Granny Lin, an insignificant person.

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