I'm trapped in a cube

"Madam, we will find a suitable blood transfusion candidate for you within a week, and we will notify you in time. Please keep this document."

Martin said to the rich woman gently, and when handing the document back, he rubbed the back of the rich woman's hand.

"Okay, Mr. Martin~"

After the rich woman left, Martin stretched out his legs, put his feet on the table, and started smoking.

"Foolish people have too much money."

Martin has a professional way of defrauding people.

After getting the rich to sign the agreement and complete the treatment, he will force them to live in his nursing home for a period of time and live according to a fixed schedule.

During this period, he will adjust their daily routine based on the results of the systemic examination of these rich people, then add specific medicines to their food, and ask specialized nutritionists to regulate their bodies.

By eating well, having a regular schedule, and taking medication, these rich people will obviously feel that their bodies are getting better.

When your mental state is good, you will look radiant.

Martin told the rich at this time that this was the role of blood transfusion therapy, and told them that this therapy requires fresh blood to be re-injected every once in a while.

Some people didn't believe it at first, but after they left the nursing home, they became very haggard because of their diet and routine.

So they would find Martin again.

Repeat the cycle.

"I didn't lie to them. After the blood exchange, their health did get much better." Martin often comforted himself this way.

Under such repeated brainwashing, the rich have no doubts about blood transfusion therapy.

Martin will not take the initiative to promote it. These rich people have used blood transfusion therapy as a social means, and will even take the initiative to chat with others about it.

Moreover, when customers are chatting, they will often brag about blood transfusion therapy with their friends, and even actively exaggerate the efficacy.

Slowly, this strange treatment method became what they call a "trend."

Martin's sanatorium soon became a gathering place for celebrities from all walks of life.

While these celebrities are taking a leisurely walk in the nursing home, they may discuss a few big business deals.

Some relatively low-level wealthy people are even willing to spend huge sums of money to enter sanatoriums in an attempt to climb high, which also makes the reputation of sanatoriums even more famous.

As long as there is an exchange of interests and institutional endorsement, no matter how false it is, it can be touted as the light of humanity. Some time ago, Martin was even selected as an honorary alumnus of the university.

Thinking of this, Martin stood up and stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, looking at the customers coming and going in the nursing home in the distance, with a sarcastic and wry smile on his lips.

He picked up his cell phone and made a call, urging his subordinates to find the matching blood of the rich woman as soon as possible.

"That lady has panda blood. Try to find a beautiful enough blood transfusion partner. We need to satisfy her."

The next day, his subordinates came to Martin's office with a blood transfusion target that matched the blood type.

"Miss Anna, right? Have you read our agreement?" Martin looked at the young and beautiful brown-haired girl in front of him.

Although she was naturally beautiful, the clothes on her body were washed white, the rough calluses on her two white hands ruined her beauty, and her pants were a little ill-fitting.

As if aware of Martin's glance, Anna carefully hid her dirty shoes under the chair.

"I've seen it, Mr. Martin, can you really give me the price in the agreement? And can it be paid soon? I really need this money, and my dad is still waiting in the hospital."

Anna seemed very anxious, but was still cautious when asking.

Looking at this beautiful girl, Martin felt compassion. After knocking on the table a few times, he said, "I can give you money first, but I need to add a clause to the agreement."

"Next time if our nursing home needs your blood, you need to cooperate with us. Of course, we will all pay the cost."

Martin is confident that no one will refuse his offer.

But Anna did not agree immediately as he imagined, but asked cautiously: "Will this be harmful to the body?"

Martin shook his head: "We will inject the blood of another exchange recipient into your body to ensure that your blood volume is sufficient, and the cost will be borne by her. You can also live in our nursing home for free for a period of time."

With some assurance, Anna finally signed her name on the agreement and left the office.

After Anna left, the subordinates on the side asked in confusion: "Boss, why do you let her live here? Didn't she just need to change the blood before?"

But what his subordinate responded to was Martin's contemptuous look. Knowing that he said something wrong, the subordinate quickly resigned and fled the office.

The day of the operation soon came, and the two blood transducers completed the operation through a thick layer of glass, without knowing each other's identities.

The surgery was successful and both men ended up in a nursing home.

A few days later.

"How do you feel, Anna?"

Martin called Anna to the office and asked with concern.

She seemed a little haggard, and Martin thought it was because she was not used to living here.

Anna told the truth: "I am a little weak. I feel that the blood flowing through my body is very stagnant, and I often smell the smell of decay in my body, and I find that my reactions have become slower."

Martin sighed and explained helplessly: "That's a psychological effect."

He would never explain blood transfusion therapy to anyone, and even told Anna about his deception, so that Anna could rest assured, live in peace, and enjoy it.

"Are you kidding? Mr. Martin." Anna smiled in disbelief.

"No kidding." Martin looked at her without any doubt.

"But I really feel that something is wrong with my body, and I often have strange dreams, dreaming that I am discussing business with others..."

Anna plucked up the courage and wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Martin: "Go back and have a good rest. You are a little too anxious."

Seeing Martin's firm words, Anna had no choice but to leave silently.

Martin leaned back on the chair and thought for a long time, before accidentally arriving at the nursing home.

Along the way, celebrities greeted him cordially, and he responded to them all with a smile.

Soon, he arrived at the rich woman's house and knocked on her door.

"Mr. Martin! Why are you here in person? I am worried that no one will share my joy with me! Come in quickly."

The rich woman directly took Martin's hand, pulled him in, and then gently closed the door.

"Look at my hair, it has turned brown. It's so beautiful." The rich woman stroked her hair, and there was a faint fragrance floating on it.

"The skin has improved a lot and is soft and smooth again. You can touch it."

The rich woman grabbed Martin's hand, put it on her face, and then looked at him with a bright smile.

Martin's eyes were widened at this time, staring blankly at the changes that had taken place on the rich woman. He clearly remembered that when they first met her, half of her hair was already white.

And, if he remembered correctly, the rich woman had blond hair.

But he still pretended to be calm and asked: "How are you feeling recently? Do you feel any discomfort?"

The rich woman smiled and said: "I feel energetic recently, just like when I was young, very good, but I often dream that I am doing housework."

She frowned slightly, then slowly relaxed.

"It's quite interesting though, I've never done housework before!"