Three Years of Blood Slavery, Once They Wake Up, They Will Die Together
by Deng Deng
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Three years ago, the small medical clinic that my family has been running for generations was reported and shut down for using superstitious methods to treat diseases. Fortunately, the small medical center can save me, but the condition is my blood. Because my blood has a special composition, it can be used for research and development of new drugs. At that time, I naively wanted to help the world, so I signed a blood donation contract in ignorance. As everyone knows, this contract has become a shackles that binds me throughout my life, locking up my body and mind. Looking at the test results on the test sheet, it showed severe anemia, severe lack of platelets, and hematopoietic failure. The doctor frowned and asked me: "Madam, have you not been eating well for a long time, leading to malnutrition?" I shook my head: "How is that possible? I obviously eat the high-quality bird's nest and ginseng prepared by my husband every day to replenish my body." "Madam, your situation is very serious and your life is in danger at any time. You must be hospitalized immediately." The doctor's words rang in my ears. I thought again of that helpless and desperate night three years ago. I knelt in front of the sealed medical clinic, my eyes red and swollen from crying, and I didn't know where to go. Until I met the chairman of a pharmaceutical company, who is now my husband. From then on, I lived a wonderful married life with blood drawn from time to time. Suddenly I realized that all of this might have been a trap from the beginning.
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