Reborn as a petite ex-uncle

Chapter 921 Draw My Blood First

Cold sweat broke out on the back of Ling Wanwan's neck. The rumors in the world are indeed true. This blood selling group not only buys and sells blood, but also buys and sells human organs.

At this time, the man's footsteps came with a calm voice:

"Does it have to come to this point?"

Seeing that Zong Lv hadn't left, Ling Wanwan gasped. What she meant by letting him go first was to tell him to call the police...

Why did you come back alone!

The group of people saw another outsider coming in, a slender young man, and they all became vigilant.

Seeing that he was alone, he relaxed and laughed loudly:

"Another fat sheep?"

"Are you with this female reporter?"

"You are the only one, and you still want to give them a head?"

Zonglu was calm and composed, and didn't say anything, pointing at the puppy:

"That kid is skinny and skinny, like a monkey. With this nutritional status, how can the internal organs get better? Are you sure you won't lose money? Let's raise it first, and then we'll talk about it when it grows well."

The man in charge changed his face, obviously considering this problem, and waved his palm: "Take that brat who eats and eats to the third floor and lock him up first. Don't let him go back."

Then he smiled and looked at Zong Lu: "Then you can replace him."

Several people went over, trying to tie Zonglu's hands with ropes.

Zong Lu didn't mean to resist either, he just sarcastically said: "I'm alone, why are so many people here, so unconfident?"

Several people stopped talking, and one of them went over to tie his hands, and together with Ling Wanwan, they took the simple elevator that was built directly to the fourth floor.

On the way upstairs, Ling Wanwan glanced at the man beside him.

Although he didn't have a chance to speak, Zong Lu fully understood what she wanted to say, and he only gave her a calm look.

The elevator door opened.

After several men escorted Ling Wanwan and Zong Lu up, they went downstairs.

Only the man in charge remained.

There are no people on the fourth floor, probably because the activities held here are more private and less visible.

But the decoration environment is more eye-catching than the noisy third floor.

A frosted and matte tape curtain appeared in the field of vision, which must be the place where illegal human organ surgery is performed.

A man in a white coat and mask stood outside the curtain.

There is also a big pool in the middle, you need to climb more than a dozen steps to go up, and I don't know what it is.

There was a faint, imperceptible smell of blood in the air.

Ling Wanwan touched his waist subconsciously.

The man in charge and the man in the white coat whispered and discussed, and then pushed the two of them to the table and sat down.

Then, the white coat came over, first rolled up Ling Wanwan's sleeves, and then tied his elbows.

Ling Wanwan watched the other party pick up the thick needle, and knew that the blood was to be drawn first.

These people, just like greedy vampires, will not waste any profit!

Since everyone wants to take their organs, how can they let go of valuable blood?

It is estimated that he wants to draw some blood first, and then cut his waist!

Although I have been used to the dangers encountered in interviews over the years, more than one or two, I still have 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 previous rules, every 3 minutes, the newspaper office would send a message to the receiver on her watch, and she needed to press a button to respond, indicating that she was safe.

Now that her watch has been searched, it has been more than 3 minutes.

The newspaper must know that something happened to her, and it will immediately notify the nearest police station in Gang City.

Because of this, she has the confidence to come back to save the puppy.

But looking at the thick needle now, she was really a little nervous.

She was most afraid of injections since she was a child.

Not to mention the possibility of going to the operating table later...

All we have to do now is to procrastinate.

She was about to speak, but Zong Lv's voice floated out first:

"Draw my blood first."

Both the man in charge and the white coat were taken aback.

Ling Wanwan looked at Zong Lv.

Zong Lu's face was very calm, and he took the initiative to lift up his sleeves:

"I have Rh-negative AB blood, so the price on the market should not be low."

The man's heart was moved, this is not low, this is panda blood, a rare few out of thousands of people, made a gesture.

The white coat immediately turned to Zonglu, tied up his elbows, and put a needle into his vein without even removing the poison, and adjusted the blood transfusion bag to the top.

Ling Wanwan's heart was beating violently, seeing his blood getting into the blood bag little by little, he couldn't help saying: "Zong Lv..."

He still gave her a comforting look.

As time passed, she watched the blood in the blood bag keep rising, and it had already exceeded 200 milliliters. She became more nervous and yelled at the white coat:

"That's it!"

Both the white coat and the man in charge remained indifferent and did not stop.

The blood in the blood bag continued to rise.

300 ml.

350 ml.

400 ml.

420 ml.

Ling Wanwan turned around and shouted at the man:

"The maximum amount of blood donated by an adult is 400 milliliters each time. If you keep pumping, he will have an accident!"

The man smiled: "It's just uncomfortable, look at him, he's tall and big, it doesn't matter."

Rare panda.

It can be sold for sky-high prices in the black market, so if you finally come across one, how can you not make more money?

Zong Lu didn't feel any discomfort except his face turned slightly pale.

The blood volume continued to rise.

The blood bag has already exceeded 450ml.

Ling Wanwan couldn't sit down anymore, struggling to pull out the needle on the back of his hand:

"Enough! If something happens to him, how can you take his organs? The organs of the dead are useless, right?"

But was pressed down again by the white coat.

The man smiled and said, "Don't worry, the organs of a person who just died are still useful."

This person's blood is worth more than his organs.

Even if it is really pumped to death, and the organs cannot be harvested, it is still worthwhile.

Ling Wanwan watched helplessly as the blood continued to be drawn out of Zonglu's arm bit by bit and poured into the blood bag. He couldn't help it anymore, and wanted to rush over to pull out the infusion set again.

The man simply took two steps forward, slapped Ling Wanwan on the back of the neck with his palm, and knocked the unconscious Ling Wanwan down on the floor of the wall.

Zong Lu had a panoramic view of this scene, his eyelids trembled a little, but he didn't make any reaction, and there was no emotion on his handsome face.

After a while, the blood was full, and the white coat looked at the man, asking for advice on whether to continue, but he heard Zonglu's voice:

"Go ahead, take my blood, and let us go later."

The man was taken aback by his composure, and then waved his hand to indicate to continue.

The white coat replaced Zonglu with a new plasma bag.

The blood continued to fill the empty bag bit by bit.

After reaching a certain dose, the white coat's face changed, and he glanced at Zong Lu in disbelief, and then looked at the blood bag.