blackstone code

The sunlight shines on people through the glass windows, making people feel the warmth of spring in early spring.

Lynch sat by the window and looked at Drago, feeling a little emotional in his heart. He is already 34 years old, and he will be 35 years old in a few months.

It was yesterday in a trance, and in a blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

Time is really scary. Without you realizing it, little by little, it will take away everything you have.

Young, healthy, even life!
Time is a thief. You know it is stealing, but you can't do anything about it, not even to stop it.

Drago, who was once high-spirited, has become an old man waiting to die in a hospital bed. This is the cruelty of time.

He rubbed his face with wrinkled hands, "Lynch, I heard... there is some way to alleviate death, is there?"

This was something he heard someone mention by chance at a social event.

As the leading party of the joint development company, Drago owns some shares in the joint development company, and he is considered a shareholder of some sort.

During the most popular period of the joint development company, this status made him very popular in various social occasions!

It was also because of this status that he knew that in the Federation, there was an institution that specialized in research on making people live longer.

But this institution belongs to a very secret type of secret society, and only a very few top rich people know about it.

Lynch hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "I don't want to deceive you, Drago, there is indeed such an institution, but they haven't managed to make people live for a long time in the true sense."

"Their current main research direction is to take out the human brain and keep the brain active."

"I don't know what kind of feeling it is. Maybe you are trapped in a dream, and you will never wake up. If one day you get bored, you can't even commit suicide!"

After a few seconds, Drago sighed with emotion, "But I'm still alive, right?"

"If all you know about 'me' is your brain, then you can indeed say that."

"But in my opinion, you only have one organ left alive, and you may not be you."

The fear in Drago's eyes seemed to fade a lot, he was very sincere, "I am not as good as him, he can face death directly, but I expect to live longer."

"How much is the threshold fee for this plan?"

Lynch shook his head, "It has nothing to do with money, it only serves high-level society."

Drago's eyes began to fill with despair again, and he wanted to ask Lynch if he could...but in the end he did not do that.

Because he knew very well that he only had one chance to plead with Lynch, and if he used up this time, then his children and grandchildren would not be able to get Lynch's care.

From the biological instinct, he really wants to continue to live, but his rationality tells him that it is best to follow the essential development of the world, die honestly, and return to heaven and earth.

There is no kingdom of heaven, no kingdom of God. In fact, he or the high priest know this very well. When a person dies, he is dead.

Religion is the best tool in the hands of rulers, like a hammer or a knife. It is not true!

When a person dies, there is really nothing left!

This fear lingered deeply in Drago's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He didn't say anything until Lynch left, and asked Lynch to help him once to keep his brain alive.

After Lynch left Drago's ward, he found the attending doctor. So far, the doctor has no clue about the development of Drago's condition.

He started off like a normal cold, so much so that his GP didn't think he needed to go to the hospital!
It wasn't until he developed a high fever that he was sent to the hospital because his family doctor lacked specific medicines.

"Many of his organs have failed. The cold may have been just a trigger. Those viruses disrupted the already fragile balance in his body, and then the whole body began to collapse."

"Some experts have come to consult, and they think that even if there is no cold, he will only have one or two years at most."

"At that point they could die from other diseases, or die from organ failure."

The doctor is pessimistic about the development of Drago's condition, and he believes that Drago's time will not exceed a month.

And this is still in the case of full treatment, he needs to bear thousands of high medical expenses every day.

If it were an ordinary person, he wouldn't even need to rescue him, because ordinary families can't afford the money and subsequent expenses.

In less than a week, he had already spent more than 6 yuan. When he died, he would need to pay about 20 yuan in medical expenses.

Because of his age—beyond the final payment deadline for medical insurance, which is 60 years old.

Therefore, he cannot enjoy the care of paying insurance to reduce the cost of medical services, and he has to pay the full amount!

A very heavy, but a process that everyone must go through.

Everyone dies, and Lynch knows it.

After returning to the office, he asked the legal staff to check the contract, and after confirming that there were no pitfalls or problems, Lynch signed his name on these contract agreements.

One month later, almost all of Drago's wealth will become one of the many projects that Blackstone Capital will take over.

It’s not even the biggest.

Thinking of this, Lynch was inevitably a little worried, because he thought of Serra.

Sierra is also in her 50s, and in this era, she is already a "grandma."

Who will be next?

her?

This may be the unique worry of middle-aged talents!

Unlike when they were young, they never cared about this issue, who was in poor health, or how old they were.

Because in the world of young people, aging and death are too far away from them!
So far that even if they meet occasionally, they won't put their hearts on it!
But when people reach middle age, these problems will start to be taken seriously, because the world is fair, and it won't be long before it will be their turn!
The next day, Lynch gave the signed contract to Drago, and Drago handed it directly to the lawyer, and then spent a while with Lynch alone.

"I'm going to end the treatment." Drago asked Lynch for a cigarette, and Lynch gave it to him.

When he said this sentence, he had no taboos.

Feeling the special mellowness and fragrance of tobacco, Drago relaxed, and the threat of death seemed to leave him.

After squinting his eyes and enjoying the comfort brought by nicotine for a moment, he looked at Lynch, "I want to die with dignity, not like this."

"They injected me with a lot of things every day, and they also plugged in a lot of instruments for me. I was like a puppet. I didn't want me to die in the hospital or on the hospital bed."

"I want to go home and die on my bed. I will put on my best clothes and go to death calmly."

This was Drago's determination after thinking about it all night.

He knew earlier than Lynch that he had only one month left in his life, which was still a relatively good budget, and the time might be shorter.

He's had one rescue, and he knows that feels bad.

It wasn't the feeling of dying. He was in a coma at that time, and he hadn't felt it for a long time.

The worst thing about him was being rescued, he was so full of stuff, they were even going to open his chest and get his heart pumped, just to add a bigger bill to the bill.

Lynch supported his idea, "Do whatever you want, all I can do as a friend is to support all your decisions."

At noon that day, Drago completed the discharge procedures, and then returned home with the support of his family.

He explained to his family about the follow-up handling of the property. Although some people were somewhat resistant to handing over most of the property to Lynch, it was Drago's decision.

When he is conscious, with a lawyer and a video, he has the right to make any disposition of his property.

In fact, it is also beneficial to do so. The existence of the family trust fund can prevent his family members from being troubled by poverty in this life.

Even the next generation, the next generation, the next generation...

As long as there is no problem with the fund, the whole family can always benefit!
After Lynch and Drago had their last dinner together in the evening, Lynch left.

And Drago lay back on the bed in the bedroom, covered with a thick quilt.

On top of the quilt lies a handmade blanket from Nagalir.

He stroked the somewhat rough blanket, the flame of life in his eyes was almost weak enough to be extinguished.

His family members were all by his side, and he asked his son to bring over a small doll that was on his desk and hold it in his hand.

This is the little toy his father made for him. Inexplicably, this is what he wants most at this moment.

"I'm dying."

Without the support of medical technology, his life soon came to an end.

The world in his eyes has turned yellow and dark. He looks like he is looking at his family, but all he sees is a blurred shadow.

"After I die... everything will be done according to the will."

"Don't fight, don't grab, you are still outsiders to this country."

"When your children and grandchildren grow up, they will be the own people of this country."

"I begged Lynch, if you encounter troubles that you cannot overcome, you can ask him for help, but please remember, don't use this favor for everything."

"Only when there are troubles that affect your continued life, then consider using it."

"I have nothing to say to you. I have done everything I think is right and what I should do in my life."

"It's time to leave, even though I don't want to."

"When I die, send my ashes back to Nagalil, where I belong..."