I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 122

“Madam, we will find a suitable blood replacement donor for you within a week. We’ll notify you in time, so please keep this document safe.”

Martin said gently to the female tycoon. When handing back the document, he even brushed the back of her hand.

“Thank you, Mr. Martin~”

After the female tycoon left, Martin stretched out his legs, put his feet on the desk, and lit a cigarette.

“Rich idiots.”

Martin had a set of professional fraud techniques.

After getting the tycoons to sign the agreement and complete the therapy, he would force them to stay in his sanatorium for a period, living on a fixed schedule.

During this time, he would adjust their routines based on a full-body examination, add specific drugs to their food, and have a dedicated nutritionist manage their bodies.

Eating well, living regularly, and having medication adjustments, these tycoons would obviously feel their bodies improve.

With better spirits, they would appear more radiant.

At this point, Martin would tell the tycoons that this was the effect of the blood replacement therapy, and inform them that the therapy required fresh blood to be injected again after a certain period.

At first, some people didn’t believe it, but after leaving the sanatorium, they would become exhausted again due to irregular diet and routine.

So, they would return to Martin.

A never-ending cycle.

“I’m not really scamming them. For a while after the blood replacement, their bodies do get much better,” Martin often comforted himself this way.

After repeated brainwashing, the tycoons became firm believers in blood replacement therapy.

Martin never needed to advertise. These tycoons already treated blood replacement therapy as a social tool, even taking the initiative to talk about it with others.

And when chatting, the clients would often brag about the therapy to their friends, even exaggerating its effects.

Gradually, this bizarre treatment became a “trend” among them.

Martin’s sanatorium quickly became a gathering place for celebrities from all walks of life.

These celebrities would stroll leisurely in the sanatorium, sometimes closing major business deals while chatting.

Some lower-tier tycoons were even willing to pay a fortune to get into the sanatorium, hoping to climb the social ladder, which made the sanatorium’s reputation grow even louder.

As long as there was profit and institutional endorsement, even the most fraudulent thing could be hyped up as the light of humanity. Not long ago, Martin was even named an honorary alumnus by a university.

Thinking of this, Martin stood up, walked to the office’s floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the customers coming and going in the sanatorium, a sarcastic, bitter smile on his lips.

He picked up his phone and called a subordinate, urging them to quickly find a suitable blood match for the female tycoon.

“That lady has panda blood. Try to find a donor who’s beautiful enough. We need to satisfy her.”

The next day, the subordinate brought the matching blood donor to Martin’s office.

“Miss Anna, is it? Have you read our agreement?” Martin sized up the young, beautiful brown-haired girl in front of him.

Though she was naturally beautiful, her clothes were faded from washing, her delicate hands marred by rough calluses, and her pants didn’t fit well.

Sensing Martin’s gaze, Anna carefully hid her dirty shoes under the chair.

“I’ve read it, Mr. Martin. Can you really pay me the amount on the agreement? And will it arrive soon? I really need the money. My dad is still in the hospital waiting.”

Anna seemed very anxious, but still asked cautiously.

Looking at the beautiful girl, Martin felt a pang of pity. After tapping the table a few times, he said, “I can pay you in advance, but I need to add a clause to the agreement.”

“If our sanatorium needs your blood again next time, you’ll need to cooperate. Of course, we’ll pay you each time.”

Martin was confident, his terms were rarely refused.

But Anna didn’t agree immediately as he expected. Instead, she cautiously asked, “Will this harm my body?”

Martin shook his head. “We’ll inject another donor’s blood into you, making sure your blood volume is sufficient. The cost is all on her. You’ll also get to stay in our sanatorium for a while at no charge.”

After repeated assurances, Anna finally signed her name on the agreement and left the office.

After Anna left, a subordinate nearby asked in confusion, “Boss, why let her stay here? Didn’t we always just finish the transfusion and be done before?”

Martin responded with a contemptuous glare. Realizing he’d said something wrong, the subordinate quickly excused himself and fled the office.

The day of the operation arrived quickly. The two blood donors completed the transfusion separated by a thick pane of glass, never knowing each other’s identities.

The operation was a success, and both stayed on at the sanatorium.

A few days later.

“How are you feeling, Anna?”

Martin called Anna to the office and asked with concern.

She looked a bit haggard, which Martin thought was because she wasn’t used to living here.

Anna answered honestly, “A bit weak. I feel the blood flowing through my body is very sluggish, and I often smell a rotten odor on myself. I’ve noticed my reactions have become dull.”

Martin sighed and explained helplessly, “That’s psychological.”

He had never explained the blood replacement therapy to anyone before, but now he even told Anna about his scam, reassuring her to relax and enjoy her stay.

“You’re joking, right, Mr. Martin?” Anna smiled in disbelief.

“I’m not joking,” Martin said, looking at her with no room for doubt.

“But I really feel something is wrong with my body. I also keep having strange dreams, dreaming that I’m negotiating business with people…”

Anna mustered her courage and wanted to say more, but Martin cut her off, “Go back and rest. You’re just too anxious.”

Seeing Martin’s firm words, Anna could only leave quietly.

Martin leaned back in his chair, thinking for a long time, then, as if compelled by some unseen force, went down to the sanatorium.

Along the way, various celebrities greeted him warmly, and he responded with a smile.

Soon, he arrived at the female tycoon’s room and knocked on her door.

“Mr. Martin! You came in person? I was just fretting that I had no one to share my joy with! Come in, quickly.”

The female tycoon grabbed Martin’s hand, pulled him inside, and gently closed the door.

“Look at my hair, it’s turned brown, so pretty.” The female tycoon stroked her hair, which carried a faint fragrance.

“My skin has gotten so much better, smooth and tender again. Touch it.”

She grabbed Martin’s hand, placed it on her face, and looked at him with a radiant smile.

But Martin’s eyes were already wide, staring in a daze at the changes in her. He clearly remembered that when they first met, half her hair was already white.

And if he wasn’t mistaken, the female tycoon had been blonde.

But he forced himself to stay calm and asked, “How have you been feeling lately? Any discomfort?”

The female tycoon smiled, “I’ve been feeling energetic lately, just like when I was young. Very good. I just keep having dreams, dreaming that I’m doing housework.”

She frowned slightly, then slowly relaxed.

“But it’s kind of fun. I’ve never done housework before!”