Novel & Cerita How Much Is One Vial Of Blood

“Check how much blood did Nicole donate to Wendy throughout the years.” Mitchell paused for a moment before he replied, “Yes, sir.” Within a few minutes, Mitchell came back with an answer to Eric’s question. “President, Ms. Nicole has donated a total of 14,400 ml of blood to Ms. Quade. The total amount of blood of an adult is about 4,000 to 5,000 ml. The blood donated by Ms. Nicole over the years is equivalent to the total amount of blood in three adults. That means Ms. Nicole had drained every drop of blood from her body three times...”

] I steeled my nerves and shoved the office door open. “Urgent need for Type A blood! $100,000 for every 100 ml of blood!” I turned back and met Kris’ stunned gaze head-on. “What? Don’t tell me you can’t spare a little money.” People began to gather. “Mr. Flynn, Mrs. Flynn, I’m type A. I even have a blood donation certificate. Are you really offering $100,000 for every 100 ml?” I smiled. “Mr. Flynn here is desperate to save Ms. Dynevor. The more blood, the better.”

Another reporter asked, "Mr. Qin, as you just said, the cost of a box of pills is about 680 yuan. You raised it a hundred times at once. Isn't that too greedy?" Qin Haodong looked at the man and said, "The cost of Beconstantine is about 200 yuan per bottle, but the price is 28,000 yuan, so it's about 140 times higher. Plus, that's a monthly price. Although the Blood Revival Pill's price will be raised more than 100 times, it can cure leukemia once and for all. By contrast, it's a reasonable price!"

I said to him. “It doesn’t work that way.” “So how does it work?” “You have not even paid for the hospital card, you have not paid for the blood donor and test that we did. They are a lot of expenses that needs to be sorted out.” The doctor explained to us. “Ohh that’s okay. How much is the cost? So that I can make payments.” I said confidently as per a billionaire. “The blood donor alone is one million dollars.” He announced. “What? One mi…?” Doctor Peter shouted.

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.

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.

“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.