Chapter 118: Trading Life for Money
Zhou Huaigang nodded honestly, "I also think he was lying to me. He said that since I was young, it was okay to have some blood drawn. But after the blood drawn, I felt dizzy and had no strength left in my body. My legs and hands were weak and I felt dizzy even when I walked."
"Don't you think about how much blood there is in the human body? How can you have the strength to survive if you take away so much blood in one go? How much nutrition do you need to eat to replenish 800 milliliters of blood?"
Zhou Huaigang smiled bitterly and said, "Sister-in-law, we had no other choice at the time. Selling blood was the only way to get money the fastest. As long as it can cure my old man, selling some blood is nothing."
Yang Chunyan understood this feeling, wiped away her tears and said: "Sister-in-law understands, selling blood is the fastest way to make money!"
Zhou Huaigang took Yang Chunyan to the corner where blood was drawn.
When the two arrived, they saw Aunt Zhou curled up on a wooden chair in the corridor, shivering.
Yang Chunyan and Zhou Huaigang rushed over, "Mom (Third Aunt), what's wrong with you?"
Yang Chunyan helped Aunt Zhou up and saw that her face was pale. She touched her hand and found it was ice-cold. The cold sweat had wet the hair on her forehead.
"I'm fine, just a little weak." Aunt Zhou opened her eyes and looked dazed. "Am I dazzled? Why do I see Chunyan?"
"It's me. I came here with Huai'an, Grandpa, Third Brother, and Third Sister-in-law." Yang Chunyan looked at her and thought that she must have taken too much blood, causing her to feel unwell. "Huaigang, you hold Third Aunt. I'll carry her across the street to see a doctor."
"Oh!" Zhou Huaigang hurriedly took Aunt Zhou and helped her onto Yang Chunyan's back.
When Aunt Zhou heard that she had to see a doctor, she struggled and said, "Chunyan, no need to see a doctor, Aunt San is fine. Go drink two bowls of sugar water..." Before she could finish her words, her head went limp and she passed out.
"Mom, Mom..." Zhou Huaigang was so frightened that his soul left his body. His legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.
Yang Chunyan quickly put her hand under Aunt Zhou's nose and said, "It's okay! She's just too weak. She fainted." After that, she carried Aunt Zhou on her back and ran towards Desheng Hall.
I was already eating diet meals every day, and I had endless work to do every day, so my body was already depleted.
Now several hundred milliliters of blood have been drawn. How can I bear it?
She suddenly remembered a sentence she saw in a short video in her previous life: "Disease is not scary, what is scary is waiting to die in pain. Poverty is the original sin of everything!"
Who doesn’t want to be rich, and who doesn’t want to live in poverty? But how can ordinary people make money?
After walking out of the gate of the Chinese medicine hospital, I saw Zhou Huaian standing at the door of Desheng Hall looking over here. As soon as he saw Zhou Huaigang and Yang Chunyan, he rushed over immediately.
"Huaigang, why are you here in Ning'an? What happened to Third Aunt?"
Yang Chunyan panted and said, "Don't ask any more questions. Let's send Aunt San to see Doctor Wang first."
Zhou Huaian looked at Zhou Huaigang, whose steps were unsteady, suppressed his doubts, and helped Zhou San's aunt into Desheng Hall, "Doctor Wang, my aunt has fainted."
Wang Zhen hurried over and asked, "What's going on?"
Yang Chunyan: "She had 600 milliliters of blood drawn and sold. She lost too much blood and passed out."
"Ah~ selling blood?" Zhou Huaian was shocked and pulled Zhou Huaigang to ask: "What's going on?"
"My husband is sick and needs to pay money. The money we brought with us has been used up and there is no money left at home. Brother Jin told us that selling blood can make money quickly..." Zhou Huaigang said briefly and went to help.
Zhou Huaian felt as if his heart was stabbed after hearing this. The old man's shaky appearance when he paid compensation to Xiong Dahai appeared in front of him again...
Wang Zhen pushed open the door of the clinic. "Hurry up and carry her inside to lie down. I'll go get some sugar water."
"Doctor Xiao Wang, add more. Huaigang has already taken a lot."
"Okay!" Wang Zhen hurried towards the backyard.
Yang Chunyan carried Aunt Zhou San into the clinic.
The old man had a silver needle stuck in his brow bone and was sitting there with his eyes narrowed. He opened his eyes slightly when he heard the noise, and when he saw the three people, he stood up suddenly and asked, "What happened?"
"Grandpa, don't worry!" Doctor Wang quickly held him down and felt his pulse. "She's fine. She just felt too weak and fainted."
Yang Chunyan put Aunt Zhou San on the examination bed, and Doctor Wang gave her a blanket. After she was covered, he carefully felt Aunt Zhou San's pulse and said, "She is worried and has lost too much blood. Let her sleep for a while, eat something nutritious, and she will be fine after a few days."
Zhou Huaian came back to his senses, came in and asked, "Doctor Wang, can you give them some blood-producing medicine?"
"No need to take medicine. Go buy two bowls of pig blood soup and cut some pig liver to make soup for them."
"I'll go buy it right away." Zhou Huaian hurriedly walked outside, and when he went out, he met Zhou Huaishan who was pushing a chicken cart back. "Third brother, come with me to buy two bowls of pig blood."
"Buy pig blood?" Zhou Huaishan, who was completely confused, put down the chicken bus and walked with him, "Youngest, why do you want to buy pig blood?"
Zhou Huaian pointed to the Chinese medicine hospital across the street and said, "Third father is having surgery there..."
Zhou Huaishan looked at him in surprise, "My God, you can even sell blood?"
"Why can't we sell it? Aunt San and Huai Gang sold 1,400 milliliters in total, which is enough to fill three high-temperature bottles."
"Why don't they come to us?"
"We just paid so much money to Lao Xiong's family, and we are firing up the kiln to repair the house. They must think we have no money!"
"Well, no matter what, there is still money to save lives!"
Zhou Huaian also sighed, "No wonder Chunyan chased me to make money. Without money, I can't even afford to get sick."
"You just realized it, huh? Whenever an old man has back pain, he always applies some herbal compresses and then endures it!"
Zhou Huaian frowned and did not answer, but the thoughts in his mind were different from before.
In the clinic, the old man squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Huaigang, whose face was pale and whose lips were bloodless. He waited for him to finish drinking the sugar water and asked anxiously:
"Second brother, what's wrong with you? What happened in your family?"
"When it was almost dark yesterday, my old man suddenly had a stomachache and rolled over in pain. My eldest brother and I carried him to the town. The doctor said his gallbladder was damaged and told us to rush to Ning'an. My eldest brother and I hired a tractor and brought him here overnight.
The doctor performed surgery overnight to save the patient. Not only did he spend all the money you gave him, but he also owed the hospital two hundred. My eldest brother was giving my old man a blood transfusion in the operating room, and my mother and I were discussing in the corridor who we should go back to and borrow money from.
Brother Jin said he could take us to have our blood drawn and sell it for money. We had already done the blood draw last night, but Brother Jin said we didn't sleep well and would definitely not be able to bear it, so he told us to have a good night's sleep before going.
My mother was worried about the old man's illness and didn't sleep all night. This morning, Brother Jin took us to eat something and then went to draw blood. After the blood was drawn, my mother couldn't walk anymore and asked me and Brother Jin to get the money.
Zhou Huaigang said as he glanced at Yang Chunyan who was feeding Aunt Zhou San with sugar water, "I wanted to give some money to Brother Jin, and I was bargaining with him when my sister-in-law came."
Aunt Zhou woke up and looked at the old man when she heard the voice. "Old man, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
"My eyesight is not very clear, and the youngest insisted on taking me to see an eye doctor!" The old man looked at her with heartache, "How dare you draw so much blood, do you want to live?"
(End of this chapter)
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