"Is it important? Do you feel uncomfortable?" Dr. Zhang asked with concern.

"Mr. Zhao, are you okay?" Lin Xinping also rushed over and asked.

Zhao Changfeng waved his hand weakly and said with a forced smile: "It doesn't matter, there is nothing. Miss Lin, why don't you send blood to your grandfather quickly? Why are you doing here?"

Lin Xinping woke up and looked at Zhao Changfeng gratefully and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, thank you!"

A nurse from the blood bank put the bag of blood into the portable blood storage box and handed it to Lin Xinping. Lin Xinping came to Zhao Changfeng with the box and bowed deeply to Zhao Changfeng: "Mr. Zhao, thank you very much!"

Before Zhao Changfeng could speak, Lin Xinping had already run out quickly.

Dr. Zhang brought a cup of warm water and a piece of bread and handed it to Zhao Changfeng.

"Come on, just eat the bread with water. It will feel better if you eat it."

This is the standard preparation of the blood bank. After collecting blood, each donor will get a piece of bread and a cup of warm water.

Zhao Changfeng has a very good physical foundation. He has recovered from the feeling of fatigue just now. Although his face is still pale, his spirit is much better. He can even make a joke:

"Doctor Zhang, last time I gave two hundred milliliters of blood, it was a piece of bread, why did I offer six hundred milliliters of blood this time, it was a piece of bread? I thought I would give three pieces!"

Dr. Zhang laughed intrigued by Zhao Changfeng, and she said, "There is so much bread, just eat it. When I leave, I will stuff two more pieces into your pocket, okay?"

Zhao Changfeng swallowed the bread in two mouthfuls, clapped his hands and stood up: "Doctor Zhang, is it that exaggerated? I am like a starving ghost."

"Don't be busy standing up, take a rest!"

"No, Dr. Zhang, there is no need to rest anymore, I have nothing to do!"

Dr. Zhang shook his head in sighing and said, "After all, I'm a young man, my body is great. Well, since it's okay, come with me to get the nutritional fee!"

In the 1990s, although it was also called voluntary blood donation, the blood bank would still give blood donors a nutritional fee to help the blood donor recover after donating blood.

Of course, Zhao Changfeng would not be more noble at this time. This nutritional fee was a compensation he deserved, and of course he would receive it. This is different from using his rare blood type to blackmail patients. Although Zhao Changfeng thought he was not a good person, he also had his own principles. He could clearly distinguish what he could do, what he could not do, or disdain to do. The reason why he got so angry at Lin Xinping just now was that he thought that Lin Xinping insulted his principles of being a human being.

If Zhao Changfeng could even be a liar because of the need for survival, but he would never rely on selling blood to exchange for money. Because a liar had to use his brain to cheat money, it required a certain amount of technical content. What about selling blood to exchange for money? What is the difference between selling blood and a waste?

"Here, sign your name here." Dr. Zhang handed Zhao Changfeng a form.

Zhao Changfeng picked up the pen and was about to sign the nutritional fee recipient column, but suddenly he paused again. He pointed to the nutritional fee amount column and said to Dr. Zhang: "Doctor Zhang, are you wrong? Don't you have that much money? The last time the school organized blood donation, he only paid 105 yuan of nutritional fees."

Dr. Zhang laughed: "Zhao Changfeng, last time you donated 200 milliliters of blood, but this time you donated 600 milliliters of blood, so this time the nutritional fee is three times that of the last time."

"Hehe, that's it!" Zhao Changfeng touched his head and smiled, "Then I'll sign it!"

To be honest, Zhao Changfeng was a little overjoyed. As long as he deserved the money, the more he deserves, the better.

"This is 315 yuan, please click it!"

After Zhao Changfeng signed the autograph, Dr. Zhang handed the money to Zhao Changfeng.

"No need to order!" Zhao Changfeng took the money and stuffed it into his pocket. "Doctor Zhang, if there is nothing else, I will leave."

"Okay. You have to have a good rest when you go back. Don't have any exercises in the past two weeks. You can call me if you have any physical discomfort. I go to work from Monday to Saturday."

Dr. Zhang admires Zhao Changfeng, a cheerful and sunny boy, and made an exception and gave a few more words.

When there was still one stop to North China University of Finance and Economics, Zhao Changfeng got out of the car. There was a post office here, which was specially set up for several nearby schools.

Zhao Changfeng went to the post office and asked for a remittance form and wrote his home address. When filling in the remittance amount, Zhao Changfeng hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to leave 85 yuan for himself and 230 yuan for his family. There are more than 20 days left before the holiday, so he has to leave enough living expenses, and the other is the travel expenses for the return home. If this 85 yuan is saved, it is still enough.

When I handed the remittance form to the aunt at the post office counter, the aunt asked: "Young man, are you sending money to your girlfriend?"

Zhao Changfeng shook his head: "No, send money to dad."

The aunt looked at Zhao Changfeng in surprise, paused for a while, and then sighed: "I'm still in school, so I know I'm remitting money to my family. It's rare, rare!"

She looked down at the address of the remitter on the remittance slip: "North China University of Finance and Economics. It seems that the school’s method of educating students is good. I will let my children apply for this school next year!"

No wonder the aunt at the post office was surprised. She usually saw students from several nearby schools coming to the post office to receive remittances, but by chance, a few students came to send money to their girlfriends who were studying elsewhere. This was the first time she saw students like Zhao Changfeng who were sending money to her home.

"No, no, aunt, don't. Don't miss your child!" Zhao Changfeng waved his hands repeatedly, "North China University of Finance and Economics trains all the cadres of the production team. Why do you ask your child to come here?"

"Careman of the production team? It's not bad!" the aunt said with a smile: "As long as you know how to be filial to your parents, you're better than anything else!"

Zhao Changfeng had no choice but to spread his hands and left the post office.

When he returned to school, Zhao Changfeng was a little tired, but his heart was extremely relaxed. At least before the holiday, he no longer had to worry about life problems. He could study attentively and face the final exam.

Thinking of this, Zhao Changfeng suddenly had another thought. Yes, take a good exam and strive to get the first place. With the points of student cadres and other business points, he should be able to get a first-class scholarship. The first-class scholarship costs 300 yuan, saving some living expenses of three months!

Thinking of this, Zhao Changfeng seemed to have seen the three hundred yuan shining in front of his eyes. A smile appeared involuntarily on the corner of his mouth, and even his weak body felt much lighter.

Just then, I suddenly heard a voice shouting loudly: "Zhao Changfeng, you still owe me 50 cents to the phone bill!"
Chapter completed!