Chapter 20 Section 6 Selling Blood for the Second Time

Blood slaves go to bed very early, probably because of their weakness.As soon as they lay down, there was a loud snore.That night, I still couldn't sleep, thinking about how to get out.Run, there are a few vicious dogs that are more ferocious than hungry wolves outside the door. This kind of huge dog is definitely not the kind of docile pet dog that is kept in residential buildings in the city. This kind of dog is as fast as lightning. Incomparably powerful, its attack power is comparable to that of a leopard.Besides, even if I sneak out, there are no vicious dogs chasing me, where should I go in such a dark night without knowing the direction?Even if you go in the right direction, you will definitely meet others and be caught.Didn't the person on the tricycle say that there are people everywhere, and there is nowhere to escape.I remembered the movie "The Bridge on the River Kwai" I had seen. The Japanese army escorted the Allied prisoners of war in the tropical virgin forest. The prisoners could not escape even if they wanted to escape, because after leaving the prisoner-of-war camp, they encountered heat, hunger, thirst, ferocious beasts, The aborigines and so on are dangerous, and these are more terrifying than the Japanese army's whip.

Since there is no escape, how should we deal with it tomorrow?I am anxiously thinking.I felt like a sheep locked in a fence on New Year’s Eve. Listening to the sound of firecrackers outside the fence, my heart was full of melancholy and desolation. When others celebrated the New Year happily, the time of my death was coming. I have a splitting headache, the result of days of not sleeping well.Later, maybe in the middle of the night, I fell into a slumber, and it felt like I was just taking a nap, when there was a bloody man shouting angrily outside the door, as if someone stepped on his big toe.Spoon was already dressed and he pushed me awake.I opened my eyes and saw that it was still dark outside the window.

Spoon and I, along with a group of people we didn't know, walked slowly outside to a truck parked in the dark. A few minutes later, the blood slaves and I stood in the car and drove to the blood station in the boundless darkness.The darkness is like the sea, and the car is like a wrecked ship driving in the stormy waves, rickety and in danger of capsizing at any time.From time to time there were shouts and curses in the carriage, either someone stepped on someone's foot, or someone touched someone's head.Another person yelled, he was squeezed out of the car and fell on the side of the road. Fortunately, he did not fall and was injured.

I have been thinking hard all the way, how can I escape this catastrophe. We arrived earlier that day, and we were the first batch of people to come to the blood station. We stood in line in the hazy night light, and everyone was silent, with our own thoughts in mind.Some people squatted on the ground, hugging their knees as if they were afraid of the cold; some people smoked desperately, and the smoke covered an iron-blue face that was not washed.In front of me is the spoon, sucking snot, and my fingers are trembling; behind me is the mute, his eyes appear a little flustered in the cold sky.It turns out that everyone is just like me, a little nervous, after all, this is the blood in my body, and now it will be drawn out and given to others.

Neither Spoon nor Dumb sold blood yesterday. I quietly asked Shaozi: "Why do you sell blood more than a dozen times a month, can your body bear it?" Shaozi sighed and said, "I can't help it, I have no money. After selling for a while, I'll go home." Shaozi has been selling blood for seven or eight years. He has traveled to several places with different bloodheads, from north to south. He has not had any contact with his family these years. The family does not know where he is or what he is doing.He also forgot the appearance of his hometown, and only a cold address remained in his heart.

The life of selling blood for seven or eight years has completely hollowed out Shaohao's body, making him weak like a scarecrow, and a gust of wind can blow him down.When he wasn't selling blood, he slept on the floor, day after day, losing any joy in his life.He couldn't run, and when he ran, he would get dizzy and fall down.It takes a lot of effort to get up after a fall.Such a body can no longer sell blood, and if it sells blood, it will die in the blood bank. I asked about the dumb situation again, and Shaozi said that he didn't know the dumb situation very well, but just heard from a fellow villager of the dumb that the dumb ran out to sell blood in order to avoid debts.The dumb family lives in a very remote countryside. Three years ago, the dumb borrowed a lot of money to marry a beautiful wife, but on the third day of marriage, the wife disappeared.The creditor came to collect the debt, but the dumb man had no money to repay the debt, so he ran out to sell blood.

Although the mute is deaf and dumb, he is clear in his heart. When he sees me talking with Shaozi, he looks at him from time to time. He knows we are talking about him, so he stares at us suspiciously, with an ambiguous smile on his mouth.Both Spoon and I felt embarrassed, so we stopped talking. The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and the sun climbed to the top of the distant mountain, showing half of his face shyly, like a child playing hide and seek.Several walk-behind tractors and large trucks came rumblingly, dumping these blood slaves at the entrance of the blood station like dumping cargo.The nurses came, one by one pompous and proud, and they walked past the blood slaves, who looked at them in awe—these are called angels in white.

The sun was like a piece of dried cow dung, warming the blood slaves all over.Some people took off their sweaters, others rolled up their trousers.The nurses began to work, and the line of people moved forward slowly. In front of me was the spoon, who had already stood with one foot on the doorstep.It's me down the spoon, what should I do? Spoon went in and I saw him sitting on a stool that was very old and had been polished smooth by the asses of countless people.He put his arm on the table, the veins on his arm exposed, like an earthworm.Under his elbows are pads, which are stuffed with hard cotton. Because of the close contact with countless elbows, the pads have become extremely dirty, like a diaper that hasn't had time to wash.

I followed the spoon and walked in. I stood behind the spoon. I saw the blood bully sitting next to the nurse. He was smoking a cigarette leisurely, his eyes slightly squinted. There was a mobile phone and a box of Chinese medicine by the table. cigarettes. This blood tyrant is not the blood tyrant I saw before, this blood tyrant is older than that blood tyrant, they both have the same thin face, but he looks more sinister than that one.His eyes are very vicious, falling on your body, like a boning knife, grinding your bones to rustle.Hooligans are hooligans, especially old hooligans, whose every move reveals their true colors.

The nurse picked up the needle and without any preparations, inserted the needle into the blood vessel of the spoon. The back of the spoon seemed to shake, and became silent again.The blood flowed down the needle like a snake, and quickly flowed into the plastic bag next to the table.The plastic bag was placed on the scale, and a sudden rush of blood hit the unprepared scale, causing the pointer of the scale to sink suddenly, then return upward, and the scale pan began to shake.The root of Spoon's ear suddenly trembled. He must be in pain. After drawing blood with the spoon, I stood up, pressed the needle hole on the blood vessel with a cotton swab, and walked out.It's my turn, I just need to take this step, I just need to sit on that ancient stool, I am like a lamb lying on the chopping board, I don't even have a chance to scream, I can only watch the knife stabbed into it. in the neck.

Just as the spoon passed me by, I suddenly yelled and fell to the ground.I closed my eyes and shivered all over, as if I had been subjected to extreme cold.I felt the spoon leaning over and hugging me, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter? What's the matter?" I also felt the blood bully stand up, and he was furious and yelling loudly.Many blood slaves gathered around the door, looking anxiously into the room. Many hands hugged me and patted my chest.I heard the nurse say calmly, "I'm sick of blood, it's okay." I am not dizzy.I have always been very courageous since I was a child. I climbed to the top of a chimney that is fifty or sixty meters long. No one has gone up that chimney for decades. I only felt scared when I thought about it later. I also walked dozens of miles alone. Night roads, rural night roads are often infested with wolves.I have never been afraid.When I was a child, I got into fights and my face was covered in blood. I was never afraid. I'm pretending. I was holding my breath, and it was very uncomfortable. Then I couldn't hold it anymore, so I opened my eyes and took a big breath.On my thin chest, the ribs protruded like keys, and now I am like an organ, full of sadness and sorrow. The blood tyrant came out, he was wearing leather shoes, kicked me hard, and yelled, I explained while dodging his cruel leather shoes.The long-haired man came out from the crowd, and he said something to the blood tyrant in the local dialect. The blood tyrant stopped roaring, and angrily patted the bottom of his trousers that had been covered with dust from kicking me just now. Long hair said to me a little angrily: "You can't sell blood, so tell me sooner!" I lowered my head as if I had done something wrong, not knowing what to say.I am grateful for long hair. This time I was lucky enough to avoid selling blood, but what should I do next time?What excuse are you looking for? I want to leave, but I am unfamiliar with the place here, and I don't know how to escape.I thought maybe long hair could help. I was thinking about long hair and long hair appeared.When he came to the door, he was as reluctant to walk in as the blood tyrant.This room is so dirty.I walked out knowingly, looked at the long hair as if I had done something wrong, and lowered my head in panic.Long hair is still the same sentence in the morning: "You can't sell blood, so tell me sooner!" I don't speak.At the moment I don't know what to say.I felt like a teenage girl who was gang raped, and was blamed by the gang raper for a little resistance.However, I know that Changfa is different from the blood tyrant, and Changfa still has a humanity that has not yet disappeared. Changfa said: "I told the boss, you can cook in the kitchen from now on. When you need it, you can give lectures to everyone. You are a teacher and you can speak well." I suppressed the ecstasy in my heart.It wasn't until the long hair was gone that I stepped into the room a few steps and laughed under the covers. There really is pie in the sky. However, what lessons should blood slaves learn?I don't understand. As early as a few years ago, an unhealthy trend called pyramid schemes swept across. Its spread was so wide and its harm was so deep that even such a mountain village could not be spared. The basic skill of pyramid schemes is incitement, so that incitement can achieve the purpose of brainwashing.A lie repeated a hundred times becomes the truth.Just like Osama bin Laden who preached jihad, he carried out ignorant education all day long, making the local people believe that today's happy life is given by him, that he is the sun. Although they are not living happily, they still think that they are living in happiness among.Even though no one believed these bastard words at first, they believed them after they kept saying them and listening to them.This is terrible brainwashing. MLM is the same. The blood tyrant saw the terrifying power of pyramid schemes, so he learned to use them and applied the skills of pyramid schemes to the blood slaves.He wanted the blood slaves to know that human blood is endless, and that blood cannot be renewed without selling it.Drawing blood several times a month does not do any harm to the body, on the contrary it can promote blood metabolism.Selling blood is a sunny occupation in this century, and many people abroad choose this occupation and so on. I think of bin Laden's propaganda. They said that many people in the world are suffering, and many people will starve to death every year. He wants to save these people and declare war on the devil.His men believed it.If you don't believe it, you will believe it, because they have no other information to refer to. The blood slaves don't have any information to refer to. Many of them are illiterate. Even if they are literate, they can't understand these scientific knowledge, and they don't know what the outside world looks like. I feel I have an obligation to impart real scientific knowledge to them. The first class I taught was in this yard, and almost all the blood slaves came that day.The blood tyrant didn't come, he might have other things to do.According to the blood slaves, he has several lovers in the city, and he often drives his fancy car to spend the night in the city.Hematomatosis also came, and he took a stool and sat at the gate of the courtyard with his legs spread apart, looking like a boss. Facing these people who have fallen into darkness, I have many things to say, but the one I want to say most is AIDS.This is the most terrifying enemy the blood slaves face. I said that there is a disease whose main route of transmission is blood. If the blood is infected with this germ, people can only face death, because up to now, there is no medicine that can cure this disease.People infected with this disease will die within ten years or a few months.Selling blood is also the most likely to be infected with this germ. Previously, I had seen two AIDS patients. I saw their emaciated bodies with my own eyes. They sat in front of me, spitting over and over again, and the thick sputum was mixed with blood clots.Two months later, when I remembered them again, they were already dead. I talked about the tragic situation of the two AIDS patients, their misery and great mental pressure.I said that those two people were also blood sellers. There was a commotion among the blood slaves, and some people exclaimed.Sarcoma moved the stool a few steps toward the crowd, curious and wanting to listen. I said that the key reason why people who sold blood were infected with AIDS was that they used unclean needles.At present, a person has AIDS bacteria in his blood, and if the needle touches his blood, and then penetrates into your blood vessel, your blood will be infected with the bacteria.At this time, as many people are pierced by the needle, as many people will be infected with AIDS. The crowd was silent, and I saw expressions of horror on the faces of many people. I said that the most urgent thing is to require the nurses to touch your body with needles and tubes that have not been unpacked, otherwise, they will not cooperate with the nurses. When Sarcoma heard my words, he stood outside the crowd and shouted loudly: "Fart! Fart! How can such a thing happen!" I know that I can't back down at this time, I must stand up, let everyone believe that I am not lying, I am telling the truth.I also said loudly: "My family is in Henan, and it is surrounded by the famous AIDS village. Many people in our area were infected with this disease." Ah, the crowd gasped again. "Fart! Fart!" Sarcoma was furious, trying to squeeze into the crowd and beat me, but he couldn't squeeze in.The crowd is dense and dense, like a thick wall. "You've got to keep everyone alive," I continued. "What good is it to you if people keep dying?" The sarcoma was no longer crowded, and he slumped on the stool like a deflated ball. "Scholar, scholar!" Many people called me gratefully.At that time, people in many places honored educated people as scholars. Sarcoma didn't beat or scold me that day, and I found out afterwards that he got an explanation for his long hair.Long hair said that I am a teacher and know a lot.Changfa also said that repeated use of needles is indeed very easy to transmit AIDS. In the afternoon of the next day, I heard from the blood slave who always rubbed the dirt on his body in the same room that when the blood was sold that day, many people asked to change the needles, which caused the blood sale to be interrupted for a while.Later, other Blood Slaves under Blood Tyrant also followed their example and asked to change the needles, embarrassing those in white coats. Since then, this blood bank has started giving one injection per person, and I feel very relieved.I don't know if they already have AIDS, but this at least minimizes the spread of this horrible germ.