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At that time, I was young and inexperienced, with nothing but passion and no idea of the dangers of society. In the car, she told me her name was Wei Hongxia and she told me a lot about the local "blood disease" situation. As early as 1991, Wei Hongxia's aunt, Hu Lingyun, worked at a blood station under the Health Bureau of Hunhe District, Ming Jiang City. Soon, she discovered a terrible security loophole in the once prosperous "blood selling economy" - the blood collection points had no testing equipment, and many people were selling blood for a living without any concept of the risk of virus infection in the process. Both government-run and privately-run blood stations had no mechanism for screening for hepatitis and AIDS viruses.
Carriers of the AIDS virus and hepatitis virus selling blood have led to the contamination of blood products in blood stations, which then spread to healthy blood donors and more innocent people through various channels!
The blood station itself has become a public health hazard.
Even more frightening is the existence of many private blood stations at the time—without any health qualifications, just an accountant, two nurses, a few syringes, a few bottles of alcohol, and a converted cowshed, becoming a "blood collection point" that people flock to. These "black blood stations" have sprung up like mushrooms after the rain, with some statistics showing that in 1993, there were dozens in the Ming River area alone.
Hu Lingyun discovered that over 10% of the 400 blood samples collected had the AIDS virus. In 1995, she wrote the first report on AIDS infection among rural blood donors in Jiangnan Province, and suggested HIV testing for blood donors. Unfortunately, the health department of Jiangnan Province did not acknowledge Hu Lingyun's findings. Even after detecting the HIV virus among blood donors, the "blood collection factory" continued to operate. Unwilling to accept this, she established a clinical testing center, which was financially self-sufficient. Soon, she discovered an even more terrifying loophole: an AIDS carrier had sold blood at four different blood stations.
She requested the blood bank to screen for AIDS carriers in a report, but was told it was "too expensive," and the matter was left unresolved. In the end, Hu Lingyun lost her job because of this and it affected her family, ultimately leading to divorce.
Throughout the journey, Wei Hongxia chattered on, but what I heard in my ears was a shocking revelation. Her name is Wei Hongxia, a doctor in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the health center in Wanji Town, Xikou County. This time, she had just finished training in the provincial capital. I also knew that she was twenty-seven and a half years old, more than four years older than me. I called her Sister Wei, and she called me "Little Hu Brother."
Around 8 o'clock in the evening, Wei Hongxia said she was feeling a bit tired and told me, "I'm going to rest for a while." My mind was in a mess and I couldn't fall asleep. The air conditioning in the car was on full blast, and Wei Hongxia seemed a bit cold. Her body under the blanket leaned towards me.
The blanket wasn't covering her properly, and I saw a glimpse of her bare waist between her short jacket and the hem of her shirt. My heart was in turmoil, and I also lay down under the blanket, snuggling up close to her. The soft warmth enveloped me, and I pretended to unconsciously touch her exposed waist. She trembled slightly but didn't move away.
In certain situations, a person's courage can become infinite, and at this moment, I have completely entered a state of "selflessness."
She was next to the window, and I was next to her. As the sky darkened, as long as we didn't make a sound, the people in the other beds would have no idea what was happening here.
I helped her cover herself with a blanket, then slipped under the blanket with her, pressing tightly against her from behind. Her breathing became somewhat rapid.
I put my hand on her waist, and she covered my hand as if she was afraid I would move it around.
I took my hand out, turned it over, and pressed it on top of hers. She tried to pull away, but I didn't let her, and she didn't insist, letting me hold it like that.
My hand lightly moved inside her short jacket, and she murmured, "Behave yourself."
But in my ears, it wasn't a refusal at all.
I was young back then, and when I got excited, I didn't care about anything...
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