GBP Chapter 228 Blood Selling Compensation
Chapter 228 Blood Selling Compensation
The doctor's explanation was completely ignored.
Mao Dongzhu had already dialed the phone, sobbing uncontrollably, "Xiaoyu, your mother has cancer, she doesn't have long to live, she's in the hospital right now, please come back..."
"You asked which hospital?" Mao Dongzhu looked up and asked, "Which hospital is this?"
"This is Seoul Provincial People's Hospital, no, I didn't say you were..." the doctor tried to explain.
However, his voice was overwhelmingly drowned out by Mao Dongzhu's wailing, and it failed to reach anyone's ears.
"Xiaoyu, hurry up! If you're too late, you won't be able to see your mother one last time..."
"No, that's not your situation. I didn't say you had cancer..." The doctor wanted to clarify.
Zhang Guoqing pulled him outside, saying, "Didn't you want me to go to the office to talk? Come on, let's go to the office."
"But, but she..."
"Don't worry about her. She'll just complain to her son and then she'll be fine."
Zhang Guoqing truly understood Mao Dongzhu; by the time the call ended, Mao Dongzhu's tears had dried.
Turning around and seeing Deng Xiuzhen and Qin Yanlin, he curled his lip in disdain: "You two hurry up and borrow money for my medical treatment!"
“We…we can’t borrow any. Our relatives all think we’re poor and have stopped letting us visit them for a long time. We’ll go sell our blood tomorrow morning, and we’ll give you whatever we can get.” Deng Xiuzhen bowed and scraped, adopting an extremely humble posture.
"Guoqing! Guoqing! Where did that old geezer go?!" After shouting twice and receiving no response, Mao Dongzhu started cursing.
"He went to the doctor's office," Deng Xiuzhen whispered.
"Going to the office?" Mao Dongzhu jumped up and rushed out.
That speed made Deng Xiuzhen exclaim: "This person who can make a fuss must have a good physique and be more agile than the average person!"
Seeing Mao Dongzhu run out, Deng Xiuzhen looked at the police officers at the police station and pleaded softly, "Can we go out and get some water?"
The police officer, with a stern face, acted as if he hadn't heard and turned to walk away.
Deng Xiuzhen was stunned. Should she give in or not?
A young nurse leaned in and whispered, "You'd better leave quickly, that woman isn't a good person, she'll definitely try to scam you!"
Deng Xiuzhen looked over with a dull expression. Living two lives doesn't necessarily make someone smarter, but it certainly improves their acting skills.
The nurse nodded vigorously. Afraid that the girl wouldn't understand, she leaned closer and pointed out, "The police officers left without even checking your ID. They must have disliked that old woman's behavior and wanted you to leave."
"Old woman?" Deng Xiuzhen glanced at herself furtively a few times. She was about the same age as Mao Dongzhu.
"Okay, thank you," Deng Xiuzhen said, pulling Qin Yanlin out.
The young nurse nodded excitedly, probably thinking she had done a great thing, her face beaming with pride.
Upon leaving the house, Deng Xiuzhen turned right, made several turns, and then took a taxi to a small alley. She knew there were privately run inns there, and not far away, there were also many restaurants that were cheap and delicious.
Deng Xiuzhen chose this place because it's a cheap small hotel and they don't require ID registration.
Those who carry money or are young and pretty girls are less likely to stay in these kinds of hotels because they are less safe than big hotels.
But Deng Xiuzhen wasn't afraid. She was an old woman with a mentally challenged man, dressed in dirty and tattered clothes. The clothes in her bag were a little cleaner, but they were still so old that no one would want to look at them.
Before leaving, she called Fang Mei and asked her to help arrange accommodation. Then she packed all her valuables and mailed them to Fang Mei.
She wouldn't run away because she knew Mao Dongzhu's character; she was no ordinary troublemaker. If she ran away, Mao Dongzhu would definitely make a scene at the police station and have her investigated.
Train ticket purchases are recorded; the truth will be revealed sooner or later. By then, Mao Dongzhu will know she has some assets and certainly won't let her off the hook.
She came here for two reasons: first, to take a good bath and rest; and second, to have a good meal before continuing her performance.
Once Mao Dongzhu is completely convinced that there's nothing more to be gained from her, he will naturally let her go.
As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."
After finding a hotel and checking in, Deng Xiuzhen and Qin Yanlin both took a shower, washed their clothes, and hung them out to dry by the window.
Only then did he go out and find an inconspicuous snack shop to fill his stomach.
"Do you remember what I told you when I left?" Deng Xiuzhen asked.
Qin Yanlin blinked his big eyes at her, looking like an obedient and well-behaved child.
“When we’re out, I won’t speak, so you shouldn’t either. Whatever I say goes. You can’t talk back, you can’t disobey, do you understand?” Deng Xiuzhen instructed again.
"I've got it!" Qin Yanlin nodded solemnly.
That evening, Deng Xiuzhen took Qin Yanlin back to the hospital.
They carefully offered a few steamed buns.
"What's this smell?" Mao Dongzhu frowned.
"Is it their smell? It stinks!" Zhang Guoqing covered his mouth and nose.
"Get out of here right now! It stinks!" Mao Dongzhu urged repeatedly.
"There's water in the hospital toilets, why don't they go wash them?" Zhang Guoqing waved his hand dismissively.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Deng Xiuzhen put down the steamed bun and pulled Qin Yanlin out of the hospital.
Back at the hotel, I took another shower and changed clothes, then went to bed and slept soundly.
Mao Dongzhu looked at the bag of steamed buns with disgust. Thinking of the two dirty and smelly people from earlier, she thought she should just throw it away, but her stomach rumbled loudly.
After hesitating for a moment, I reached out and touched the container, and found that it was still steaming.
Carefully unwrapping the bag, I found the steamed buns were white. I quickly washed my hands, handed two to Zhang Guoqing, and grabbed two for myself, taking a bite out of a quarter of one.
The steamed buns smell really good!
The two ate to their hearts' content.
I slept well last night and woke up feeling great this morning.
Deng Xiuzhen discussed it with the shop owner: "We'll leave our things here for now. We'll look for work, and if we find something, we'll move out. If not, we'll stay here tonight."
The boss was a shrewd businessman. Although he looked down on these two poor folks, they didn't owe him any rent, and although their clothes were worn, they were clean and hygienic. So he still treated them warmly and readily agreed to their request.
Deng Xiuzhen took Qin Yanlin out for a hearty breakfast, and then they strolled around the largest clothing and hair market in Seoul: since they had nothing better to do, and seeing Hanzheng Street in this era was something she had wanted to do for a long time.
Asking about prices, trying on styles, listening to people bargain, and occasionally taking a break to buy something to eat—it feels just wonderful.
It wasn't until 11 o'clock that Deng Xiuzhen sprayed some ash and water on herself and Qin Yanlin, making them look covered in dust, before finally taking Qin Yanlin to the hospital.
The two leaned against the door, rummaging through it again and again, before finally finding a plastic bag.
Opening the plastic bag revealed rags inside, with paper wrapped inside two layers of rags...
As you unfold the layers, a stack of ten-yuan bills is revealed inside.
Mao Dongzhu's eyes lit up, and without caring about the dirt and stench, she snatched the money.
Deng Xiuzhen stammered an explanation: "This is the money we got from selling our blood this morning..."
Mao Dongzhu looked back at them, a plan forming in her mind: These two are both stupid and honest, and they're dirt poor, but they can sell their blood to earn money to compensate!