mynovelonline Chapter 115 The Blood Selling Story of the Immortal River (Part 1)
Chapter 115 The Blood Selling Story of the Immortal River (Part 1)
Immortal River.
As the name suggests, this surname means immortal mountains and rivers.
But Sanemi Shinazugawa felt that he was really going to die.
Sanemi Shinazugawa's lips were pale, his face looked as if it had been painted white, his limbs were weak, his hands and feet were cold, and he felt a chill spreading from his heart.
"Xiao Zhou, help him to rest for a bit." The female nurse who had just finished drawing blood frowned and said to the intern next to her.
The female nurse, clearly a seasoned veteran, deftly packed up the blood-drawing equipment while muttering to herself.
"I've told you before, Sanemi, you're still young and can't handle this much blood donation. It's only been a week since you last sold blood..."
The old nurse frowned, the fine lines around her eyes became more pronounced, and her face was full of disapproval.
If the child hadn't knelt down and begged her, she wouldn't have been willing to sell her blood.
The adults in this child's family are quite difficult; if they complain about her, her job will definitely be affected.
The old nurse looked at the pale, thin boy with pity in her eyes.
This child is pitiful, stuck with that kind of family.
He then said sternly, "Shimi, stay here for a while, and the money will be settled as payment for the medicine. Xiao Zhou, go and get the medicine from me."
Sanemi nodded, sat down in the chair, and remained silent.
The female nurse called over a young nurse to look after the patient, and then took the newly arrived intern, Xiao Zhou, to the pharmacy.
On the way to the pharmacy, Xiao Zhou asked, "What's going on with that boy?"
He was somewhat confused, as he had seen people selling blood in his hometown as well.
He was surprised to find one here, and he saw one as soon as he arrived today. He knew that selling blood continuously could be fatal and very harmful to his health.
The old nurse sighed and said in a low voice, "That child's name is Shinazugawa Sanemi. His family is very poor. He has a gambling father who sells his blood to make money when he doesn't have money to gamble."
"Later, he also brought his son to sell his blood, and Sanemi had a rare blood type, so the price he was offered was very high."
"After his father found out, he often brought his son to sell his blood. The money from selling blood never reached his son's hands; he would snatch it away and gamble it all away."
Shinazugawa's father came too many times and often fought with Sanemi.
Almost everyone in the hospital knew about the situation of the Shinazugawa father and son, and they also sympathized with Sanemi.
Xiao Zhou listened silently without saying a word.
The old nurse shook her head slightly. It wasn't that no one had taken pity on him before and given Sanemi some daily necessities.
When his father found out, that shameless, heartless bastard actually went to his door to demand it back. When he didn't get it, he made a huge scene, which made it so that no one dared to give Sanemi anything anymore.
“Sanemi is a very well-behaved child. He came to apologize to us and even did some odd jobs for our hospital. Seeing this, we stopped giving him money directly and exchanged it for rice, food and clothing of equal value. Although his father would take it away, at least he could use some of it.”
“His gambling father also likes to beat people. This time he came to ask for medicine for his family. He has no money and can only sell his blood. The hospital has a rule that he cannot sell blood continuously. He came before and could only kneel down and beg me.”
The experienced nurse knew that the other person was asking for the medicine because they wanted their family's lives.
Poor people usually endure their injuries alone; none of them dare to go to the hospital. This time, it's probably really bad, which is why this stubborn child, Sanemi, came to beg her.
After the old nurse finished speaking, the atmosphere became somber, and Xiao Zhou stopped talking.
The new employee, Xiao Zhou, didn't know that this wasn't the way to the pharmacy.
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Sanemi Shinazugawa lay in his hospital bed, yet he had a persistent feeling that he was in hell.
A gambling father, an injured mother, a broken man, and a string of younger siblings crying for food.
My father recently beat my mother again. My mother was injured and couldn't work. She had been resting in bed until yesterday when she vomited blood. Only then did Shimi rush to the hospital for medicine.
Sanemi stared at the white curtain, the smell of disinfectant filling his nostrils, his stomach rumbling with nausea, and his heart filled with hatred for his biological father.
He still remembers the first time he came here; he was six years old.
That day, the man gave him a rare kind look and brought him here.
"no!"
"We don't accept children's blood!" the woman in the white coat said impatiently, and then chased them away.
He was completely bewildered and had no idea what was happening.
The second time, he was old enough to understand. The hospital was buying blood at high prices, which was a place where many poor people in the city could get emergency relief. He naturally knew the purpose of his father bringing him there.
He refused to come, so the man beat him up.
A teenager who almost never gets enough to eat is naturally no match for an adult man who only cares about eating and drinking well all day long.
Sanemi, who had been beaten black and blue, was taken to the doctor for a blood test. Shortly afterward, the doctor gave the man money.
The man laughed heartily, then abandoned him and left, leaving Sanemi to walk home alone.
Sanemi speculated that it must have been a large sum of money.
What followed was Sanemi's nightmare.
The man treated him like a money-making blood bank, bringing him to sell his blood every time he was within the time limit.
They don't want to come?
Then he would beat his wife and all his children except Sanemi, but deliberately not Sanemi himself.
The man directly exploited Sanemi's weakness.
Faced with his younger siblings' cries and pleas for help, Sanemi had no choice but to give in.
Every time she sold her blood, the money would be stolen by the man and gambled away. Because of the frequent blood selling, Sanemi's body was too weak to fight her father.
The family was struggling to make ends meet, and the mother was the only one who could earn a meager living by mending clothes.
For the sake of her family, Sanemi tried to go out and find a job to earn money.
A poor boy, uneducated and barely literate, could only find odd jobs, like running errands or doing manual labor.
Sanemi has been selling his blood for years, and he looks like a weak young man, so no one wants to use him.
Desperate after searching in vain, Sanemi discovered that selling his blood was his only way out.
This created a vicious cycle.
Forced to sell his blood by his father → Father loses money gambling → Family is penniless → Younger siblings go hungry → He looks for work → Can't find work → Selling blood is the only way to earn money
"Shimi." The old nurse arrived with an old man in a white coat.
Seeing Sanemi's stunned expression, the old nurse said irritably.
"Let's go to your house. Based on the injuries you described, you definitely need to see a doctor before you can get some medicine."
Sanemi pursed his lips. He wanted to, but he didn't have enough money. He mumbled a thank you.
"Let's go quickly." The old nurse didn't say anything, and lowered her eyes.
Judging from Sanemi's description of the injuries, it seems that...
The elderly nurse harbored a hidden worry.
The group quickly followed Shimi's footsteps and walked out of the hospital. Above the hospital gate behind them were the large characters: Evergreen Hospital.
Sanemi turned his head and glanced at the hospital, which was both his place of hope and his place of despair.
(This chapter is also known as Sanemi's Despair; Sanemi's life is incredibly tragic!)
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