How Much Is One Vial Of Blood の小説・ストーリー

She could only draw a pint of blood from him–it would have been better if it was lesser than a pint. No matter what this man said, which was probably just to spite her, Georgia wouldn’t allow such an amount of blood to take out from him, particularly because of his recent condition. She obviously couldn’t allow that. Drawing two litres of blood or a pint from him would mean another patient in this house.

Having his lie exposed, Sean’s face stiffened briefly, but he quickly regained his confidence. “I’m fine now, but that doesn’t mean I’ll always be fine! My condition comes and goes, so we need to be prepared. That’s why you must get the blood ready for me first!” He raised a finger casually and announced, “You shall draw 1000cc and put it in the blood bank as my personal reserve.” 1000cc? A healthy adult could safely donate up to 400cc at once. Taking 1000cc in a short period could kill someone. He didn’t want my blood as his reserve; he was trying to take my life.

He hurriedly answered seeing that Noel was trying to get something out of his pocket and he had assumed that he was going to bring out a gun. “Nice and how many were processed?” Noel inquired. Not like someone came to tell him something about the manager but because he had noticed how low the blood production in the blood bank has been. Like if they usually take fifteen bodies to the blood bank then they are to have a lot of blood drawn that will take them up to a week. An average vampire that lives between the human is entitled to two satchet of blood and it takes them for the entire week. Not to talk of Gaby’s boys bringing in more than ten bodies in a day and it doesn’t reach up to the we

"I have a pill. It took me ten years of traveling countless mountains and streams to gather those expensive herbs to make it. It is priceless. I don't know if you can afford to buy it." He took out a regular Blood Thinning Pill. 'This rich kid bullied these people just because he thinks he can. I need to help these poor people by making him pay.' Damien locked his eyes on the pill in Darryl's hand like his life depended on it. Without thinking twice, he nodded, "I can afford it. How much is it?" 'I'm still young. I can't just die like this,' he thought. Darryl smiled and stretched out five fingers. "Five hundred gold."

Did I say something wrong again? “I know you could buy 5 bottles of blood with this, but It’s so much better from the human. Hot with a sweet smell as you drink.” He seemed like a little kid getting a new toy; eager. I thought back to the cups in the cooler. I did the math in my head. 5 bottles for 10 dollars. That means each bottle is 2 dollars. 1 cup of blood went for 2 dollars? Was that a lot of money? Or was that cheap? What if there was such a thing as different prices for different types of blood? I drank 24 of those cups! That is 48 dollars! Is that a lot of money to spend on blood? Had Anthony paid for it himself? Or maybe... I looked at the human, Mike, looking at the money as if he

“You are indebted to Dregen.” She narrowed her eyes and threw his hands off her shoulder, “what do you mean by indebted?’ “He fed you his blood to save your life.” He snorted, “A vampire’s blood cost about a million dollars per vial and you sure took in more than a few vials.” The blood drained from her face and she stumbled back, “I don’t have…I don’t have a million. You are lying.” Logan was saying the truth and when she turned to me, I nodded with a grave expression, my face schooled and giving nothing away.

he inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity. Of course, they couldn’t put one vial in their truck without knowing the overall milliliters of the vials, right? Brandon paused for a moment, mentally calculating the volume of the cure in each vial. "Fifty milliliters per vial. Since there will be a hundred vials, over all, it’s five thousand milliliters," he replied, his tone steady and confident. Luis nodded thoughtfully, mentally processing the information. "And how many syringes do we have to bring?" he asked, turning his attention to the logistics of their plan.

"How much did you collect this time?" "470ml for $5,000." Xander stopped drawing blood from me after filling one pint and applied some medicine to my skin. "Could we possibly go for $10,000? I still feel like I'm undervaluing my blood," I suggested, watching Xander treat my blood carefully and place it in the complicated machine that I will ever know how to operate it. "Don't overstep, or I'll find another donor. I still have to purchase a lot of equipment and run tests. Scientific research isn't cheap. Now you see why I'm always strapped for cash, right?"

Moreover, I haven't even drank the things I bought yet—’ Caspian's sight fell on the neatly arranged small bottles not far away from him. Previously, he expected to spend about 6000 fedulings to purchase ten bottles of blood essence. However, under his strong demand, each bottle essence was only bought at 550 fedulings. Hence, it meant that Caspian spent 6000 fedulings to get 11 bottles of blood essence. Originally, even if the price was reduced, 6050 fedulings was required, but Caspian naturally made some sweet words and let St. Jade Chamber wipe out the odds.

“No?” A grin spreads across his face. “Then congratulations, my lady. Vial B is officially yours!” The gavel comes down with a sharp crack. Instantly, applause erupts throughout the room. Some spectators cheer. Others whisper among themselves, eager to know the identity of the woman reckless enough to spend five hundred million on a vial that hardly anyone seems interested in. And why should they be? The first vial sold for nearly twice this amount. In their minds, that has to be the real one.