How Much Is One Vial Of Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The needle punctured her vein, and her dark red blood slowly flowed into a bag. As the blood trickled out, Mable’s already pale face became even paler. She leaned against the chair with one hand on her abdomen, feeling dizzy. An average person typically donated 200 to 400ml of blood, so donating 300ml was generally safe. However, Mable’s current physical condition was not good, so donating 300ml was too risky. She could not afford to endanger her unborn child’s life. Thus, when the amount reached 200ml, she removed the needle.

My thoughts drifted to how my life could have been different if I had lived with him. The nurses began to take our vitals: temperature, blood pressure, and dissolved oxygen. A pole with a hook was set up on each side of the bed. “We are going to extract a liter from each of you, then transfer each other’s blood back into your bodies.” “You want my blood in you?” I asked him. A funny grin appeared on his face. The doctor explained, “The blood volume needs to remain consistent. We are low on plasma at the infirmary. This is mainly recycling. Your father has about six liters of blood in him, while you have about five.”

It was not a pleasant kind of laughter. I narrowed my eyes and asked, "Is that funny to you?" "Funny? Of course, it's funny. How could it not be?" His face twitched slightly, and his gaze bore into me as he spoke slowly. Each word was deliberate and clear. "You're not worth that amount, and I wouldn't pay it either." For some reason, a chill ran through my body at that moment, as though I had been cornered by a venomous snake. His eyes pinned me down, unwavering. Then, he said, "You're worth far more than that. What you can have is endless wealth.

My hands trembled slightly as I prepared the needle. “Just a little, Liam,” I murmured softly, steadying my voice though tears pricked my eyes. “Mama’s here. Just a little.” I pricked his skin carefully, drawing the blood into the thin glass vial. My movements were quick, practiced. But the moment I tilted the vial to the light, my entire body froze. The blood… it wasn’t the right color. It wasn’t bright red. It was darker. Almost black at the edges.

As for Grace, he ensured she could get the best treatment even if they were in the public clinic. Vincent left the clinic after 30 minutes. He had to find a place to drink the blood soon. Vincent also found a quiet hallway near Zach's apartment. He sat on the sidewalk's edge, then opened the storage box like he was having a lunch box. Vincent's smile widened when he saw two bags of blood, which were enough for him for the next week. Quickly, Vincent bit the top tip and sucked it like a cold drink. "Mmmhhh, this is so good!" he muttered again, sucking out the 250 ml of blood slowly. Vincent was able to smile after draining the whole bag.

“Ah…I see…so a small vial of blood is 50ml…and lasts a powerful vampire like Lord Echron about twenty minutes, correct?” “Yes, your majesty.” “So how long would a litre of blood last?” Von Dulce baulked and stared at Kat who looked up at Luisette with a sour scowl. “Steward?” Luisette prompted. “Ah…” Von Dulce stammered as he quickly made some calculations on his paper. “Over six hours, correct?” Luisette drawled with a small smirk. “Ah, yes, your majesty…about that to be safe.” “Good…” So I would have about 5 hrs on a litre of blood…I took about two from Kat just before…he mused to himself.

All I knew was that Marcus was thanking Sophia while talking about me like I was nothing. "And what about the blood donations?" Sophia asked, playing along with the cruel game. "If she had been the one giving blood all this time instead of me?" "Completely unnecessary, of course. I could have been selling it to a private clinic instead of using it." Marcus laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. "Did you know rare blood sells for five hundred dollars a bottle on the medical market? If your sister had been the donor, she would have been quite the little money maker - and never even known it."

the auctioneer’s expression immediately changed; he stared intently at the vial. “This auction will start at five million; each bid must increase by at least one million!” As the auctioneer’s words fell, the expressions of everyone in the auction house shifted instantly. “Twenty million!” “Thirty million!” “Fifty million!” “One hundred million!” Everyone immediately rushed to raise the price; those in the VIP room didn’t hesitate to put their money on the table. In just a few minutes, the price of the blood had already reached two hundred million. It didn’t stop there, causing all the parties with the means to keep raising the price until they could secure that ancient dragon’s blood.

“Okay, so what kind of risk are we talking about?” “The amount of blood I would need from you would be a lot. The ratio between blood and medicine is five to one. Since I would be doubling the dosage, I would need a pint of blood each time she takes the medication. She would also need to take the medication twice a day for two weeks, which is twenty-four pints of blood.” I didn’t know much about human anatomy, but I knew that even as werewolves it was similar. “Is that a lot?” “Considering our body on average only has eight to ten pints of blood in our body, yes, it is a lot.”

Before she could even shake her head, Ethan was across the room, taking her hand in both of his. "Vivian, someone important to the family needs your blood. Just once." Her face went white, and she stared at him like he was a stranger. "Ethan, I just hemorrhaged. If I give blood now it could kill me." He frowned, and his voice cooled. "Just 200cc . That’s nothing dangerous. Your own mother gave her life for someone. You can't give a little blood for the family?" She couldn't breathe. He was using her mother's death to shame her.