“Jack could smell the blood. It smelled like creamed corn. Looking on, the mother in Lisa thought, ‘You expect thunder and lightning and miracles.’ But the nurse in her saw it was only a bag attached to a central line. The Nashes watched the clock. The transfusion—so many years in the making—lasted just 25 minutes. The family ate forkfuls of cake emblazoned with ‘Happy Transplant Day.’ Molly looked no different. No thunder. No lightning.
“The Nashes prayed that the blood stem cells would find their way home to the empty bone marrow cavities. If all went well, the cells would set up shop and begin producing normal cells within weeks. Until then, blood transfusions, potent antibiotics, and a healthy dose of luck would keep Molly from falling ill. Wagner would monitor her blood counts with daily labs. And for days, that was how it went.”
The Xinjiang Procedure
Ethan Gutmann • Weekly Standard • December 2011
After 19 years, a doctor confesses about his time harvesting organs from political prisoners in China.
“A few months later, three death row prisoners were being transported from detention to execution. Nijat had become friendly with one in particular, a very young man. As Nijat walked alongside, the young man turned to Nijat with eyes like saucers: ‘Why did you inject me?’
“Nijat hadn’t injected him; the medical director had. But the director and some legal officials were watching the exchange, so Nijat lied smoothly: ‘It’s so you won’t feel much pain when they shoot you.’
“The young man smiled faintly, and Nijat, sensing that he would never quite forget that look, waited until the execution was over to ask the medical director: ‘Why did you inject him?’
“‘Nijat, if you can transfer to some other section, then go as soon as possible.’
“‘What do you mean? Doctor, exactly what kind of medicine did you inject him with?’
“‘Nijat, do you have any beliefs?’