The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

His life with Xiang Qinglan has always been based on translating some materials, but now that she is injured again, where can he go to find money, he beat himself on the head fiercely, he is really useless useless.

Lan, what to do, what to do?He leaned against the wall, and the cold wall made him shiver fiercely. From time to time, people would pass by him, and then turn their heads frequently. The three-dimensional facial features of the mixed race are different from the tall bodies of orientals, and they also have special pupils. The colors here are particularly eye-catching.However, Qing just sank into her own thoughts, not even aware that she had attracted too many people's attention.

He stood up straight and walked outside. He needs money now, no matter what, he needs money. If there is no money, Lan will not be well, maybe he will die.

Thinking of that death, his heart was going to be cold, like a layer of ice, it was terribly cold.

It wasn't until he saw a man in white clothes giving a man some money that was considered a lot, that he stopped in his tracks, staring fixedly at the thing in the man's hand, which was the money he needed most.

He clenched his hand, and after the man left, he also walked towards the man who gave the money.

"Why do you want to give him money?" He stared at the doctor in front of him, his pupils flickered slightly, if others can, so can he, although he is not very smart.

"He got it by selling blood." Although the doctor didn't understand why he asked, he still explained to him. This is an obvious thing, but since the man asked, he answered him.

Sell ​​blood, sell blood, and you will get money. He looked at his hands, is this how you get money?

The doctor watched him for a long time, and turned around when he saw that he didn't respond for a long time. However, Qing pulled him from behind.

"I want to sell blood too," he said seriously, without any hesitation in his eyes.

The doctor froze for a moment, but then nodded.

There are many such people here, and no matter what the reason is, all they want is money. Although he is a mixed-race man, and the clothes he wears are not bad, but the doctor still saw the blood on his sleeves, and it was also to save him. people.

Walked into the blood collection room in the hospital, finished all kinds of tests, sat on the chair, watched the thick needle inserted into his arm, a kind of sore numb pain, very swollen, he just He frowned, but didn't snort.The red and warm blood quickly flowed into the thick needle tube,

The blood continued to flow, and Qing's originally fine face became paler and paler. No matter how strong a man is, no matter how good his body is, facing such a thing, he will feel exhausted. Blood is human. source of life.Especially after smoking so much at once.

Until a tube full of blood was drawn out, the doctor looked at the needle tube in his hand, he was really a strong man, so much.Ordinary people can't stand it long ago, but he can hold on to it.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" The doctor kindly reminded the pale man, but Qing just took the money, shook off his hand, and tightly held the money in his hand.

He is very uncomfortable, but, Lan, it will be more uncomfortable.He walked out with a slightly wobbly footsteps, leaving the doctor slightly shaking his head, he really has a stubborn character.

Qing took out the money he had earned just now from his mouth, and his eyes shook slightly. He shook his head to wake himself up. In fact, the amount of blood he sold was already much more than ordinary people. If it wasn’t for Recently, his body has been taken care of very well by Xiang Qinglan, and he may have collapsed by now, but he knows that he must not fall down, because Xiang Qinglan is still waiting for him, and they only have each other .

It doesn't work without one person.

The nurse was still fascinated by the man in front of her, and had an indescribable affection for him. Even if such a man is different from ordinary people in intelligence, he is still terribly eye-catching.What's more, if you don't speak clearly, it's the same as normal, there is no difference. No one knows that such a handsome man in front of you will be a man with a lack of intelligence.

That is, a fool.

Qing just looked at the hospitalization information in his hand lightly, his eyes were deep, and he couldn't see anything.

He turned around, a little ruthless and a little heartless.