The door of Zhao's house opened, and a ferocious-looking wolfdog was tied to the door.
The man who had wanted to beat them with a carrying pole yesterday now had a hoe in his hand and was even more ferocious. When he saw them, he immediately threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, stepped on it with his foot, and cursed: "What are you doing here again?"
Wen Qiao said quickly: "We were not sent by Ren Chao. We are here just to find Zhao Xia. We want to discuss something important with her."
Zhao Gang swung his hoe and said, "You said he was not sent by Ren Chao. If he was not sent by Ren Chao, how do you know his name?"
Wen Qiao was speechless: "Look at us, do you think Ren Chao can send us?"
Ren Chao, an electrician from a small village, could afford to hire big Buddhas like Fu Nanli and his uncle? Just by looking at their appearance, one could tell that these two people were of extraordinary status.
Sure enough, Zhao Gang looked at them for a while and found that these people, especially the three in the lead, were all very good-looking and looked particularly noble. They were not ordinary wealthy people. Then he put down his hoe and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Wen Qiao hesitated and said, "We have to tell Zhao Xia, Zhao Xia is your sister, right?"
Zhao Gang looked her up and down: "It's my sister, what's wrong?"
“Can we ask her to come out and talk to us
Zhao Gang still entered the courtyard. The courtyard of their Zhao family was quite deep. After a while, he saw a woman coming out of the main house. She looked quite young, about 30 years old, slightly plump, and good-looking. You could see that she was a bit fierce. She came out and glanced at Wen Qiao: "What do you want?"
Her two brothers stood behind her, like two generals.
Wen Qiao licked the corner of his mouth and said directly: "It's like this, I heard that Sister Zhao has rare Rh-negative blood. Because I suffer from some diseases, I came to ask for blood from Sister. We don't need much, just 600 milliliters is enough."
Zhao Xia raised her eyebrows, rolled her eyes, and said in an octave higher voice: "What negative blood? I don't know what you are talking about."
The life here is backward and the people are tough. They have never gone to the hospital for blood draws and have never been to a big hospital for any serious illness. They just get medicine at the small clinic in the village. Not to mention Rh-negative blood, they don't even have a concept of ABO blood type.
Wen Qiao said anxiously: "In short, you and I have the same blood type. Now I need your blood. Donating 600 milliliters will not have much impact on your body, but it means something different to me."
Fu Nanli continued: "As long as you are willing to donate blood, no matter what you ask for, we will satisfy you."
This should be made very clear.
But then Zhao Xia shouted, "You guys want my blood? Damn it! I'm not even dead yet, and you want my blood. Do you think I'm stupid? Can I live without my blood?"
Wen Qiao knew that she was just a little ignorant, so he patiently explained: "Six hundred milliliters, you won't die. Not only that, you won't die. Eat something good to replenish yourself, and you'll be back."
That family were all villagers from the mountains. They would not listen to her "quibbling". They all heard that she wanted their sister's blood, so they all came over with tools and were ready to beat her up.
Fu Nanli quickly pulled Wen Qiao and ran.
It's another messy morning.
After finally getting rid of the Zhao family, Wen Qiao was almost exhausted. She looked at Fu Nanli with even more resentment. If he hadn't been so impatient last night, would she be unable to run now
(End of this chapter)