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After Jiang Zhen fainted suddenly and was sent to see a doctor by Zhou Wei, Dr. Lin had a detailed discussion with Jiang Xiaoqi about Jiang Zhen's condition. The final conclusion was that Jiang Zhen's multiple organ failure was serious, especially the kidneys. Combined pancreas-kidney transplantation.

In view of Jiang Zhen's age is not too old, the prognosis of surgery is good, as long as a suitable donor can not only improve the quality of life, but also prolong life for several years.

As for a suitable donor, this is obviously easier to find than the bone marrow of Jiang Xiaoteng's panda blood, and it is not a problem within the capabilities of the Jiang family.

The problem is that Jiang Xiaoteng arranged Jiang Zhen's treatment and surgery in the United States, that is, the Presbyterian Hospital of Cornell University School of Medicine, one of the famous Ivy League schools.

Three months ago, Jiang Youyuan had just gone to this world-renowned private university to study in the School of Architecture, and one of the specialties of the Presbyterian Hospital is the joint transplantation of pancreas and kidney.

That day in Jiang Xiaoteng's spacious and heavy office, under the heavy drapes and curtains, this elder brother who was just showing signs of aging stood with his hands behind his back, and the size of concern and majesty was perfectly balanced.

"Xiaoqi, Dr. Lin told me about your mother's situation. After our discussion, we decided to send her to the United States for treatment as soon as possible. Your mother and son depend on each other for life. I understand how important she is to you, so the Jiang family is here. I'll do my best, so you don't have to worry too much."

Jiang Xiaoteng turned around with a thin smile on his face: "A friend of mine is also a former alumnus of Dr. Lin. Dr. Hyman Hall is a top expert in the field of joint transplantation. Yes, once a donor is identified, he's ready for surgery, I think, three months at the most, we'll find it."

"Oh, what did you think about sending you abroad for further study as I mentioned before? I think it's a rare opportunity. Why don't you study Cornell like Yu Yuan? First, it will be convenient for you to take care of your mother in New York State, and second, it will be easier for you and Yu Yuan Yuan can be regarded as a support. Your sister always thinks wildly when she sees some negative/negative news, and she is very worried. With you as an uncle, you should be more at ease..."

"Jiang Sheng International has a cooperative architectural firm over there, and my father and I also have some contacts that need to continue to operate. It would be best if you, a professional, can go there."

"Filial piety?"

Jiang Xiaoqi's masseter muscles froze and he came back to his senses: "My mother is not used to living abroad, or..."

"Filial piety," Jiang Xiaoteng raised his hand to interrupt him, "Although the domestic medical environment has improved a lot in recent years, it is still far from the top international level. Look at the background of the Nobel Prize winner, Cornell Ranked No.12, and Hopkins where Lin works is ranked No.18. Our family has this condition now, and saving lives is not a child's play. You are still young and don't understand the weight of making decisions. Like my mother, she left early , The child wants to support but does not wait for the relatives, don't let yourself live in regret."

He approached, and patted Jiang Xiaoqi's shoulder earnestly.

An irresistible force came from his shoulders, Jiang Xiaoqi clenched his fists, the nails of his little finger were embedded in his palm.He raised his eyes to look at the "loving and caring" elder brother: "Thank you, brother, I will discuss it with her."

"Well, it's time to discuss it carefully. I think your mother can understand your intentions. After all, you are thinking of her." Jiang Xiaoteng showed a confident smile of victory in the negotiation, and sat down in the executive chair relaxedly, "Jiang Sheng here You are still young, and you are not in a hurry to learn things for a while, and you can keep the things that your father explained to you, and the elder brother will find someone to handle it for you."

He smiled helplessly: "A little favor for the younger brothers, I, as the eldest brother, did it quite smoothly!"

Jiang Xiaoqi could only pursed his lips and nodded, this was Jiang Xiaoteng's exile for him, which was equivalent to a serious warning, he does not have the strength to contend with this big brother who is deeply rooted in the family.

During the time when he returned to Jiang’s house, Jiang Xiaoqi appeared to be a student of the Department of Architecture of Dandan University who “keeps his ears to the outside world and only reads the books of sages”. Absorb the nutrition of the big tree belonging to Jiang Sheng International, and learn about its meridian direction and operation dynamics.

Although Jiang Bairu retired more than 20 years ago, he always regrets that the descendants of the Jiang family have no professional achievements. The houses are built row upon row and there is no masterpiece comparable to Optimus Prime.

His grandfather cherished Jiang Xiaoqi, a jewel left behind by the world, and introduced many of his industry partners back then to bring him into the industry.

And Jiang Xiaoteng's life and death experience also made Jiang Baichang, who was sitting high and stable, feel a sense of crisis more than before. He knew that Jiang Xiaochao was an idiot who couldn't help him, so he pinned all his hopes on Jiang Xiaoteng.

Prior to this, Jiang Bai was often worried that Jiang Xiaoteng would have no descendants, and the heir to the next generation could only choose between You Rong and You Lai; You Yuan might be better, but he always felt that his grandson was not his family; But there is another gentle, kind and conservative talent like Jiang Youting, coupled with his capable cousin Jiang Youyin, is a force that cannot be underestimated.

Jiang Xiaoqi's appearance seemed like a hinted gift from the heavens. Jiang Baichang felt guilty towards Jiang Zhen and couldn't ignore this outstanding young son.

With Jiang Baichang Gaotian paving the way, Jiang Xiaoteng also has to actively cooperate on the surface, but he only wants to use Jiang Xiaoqi's dagger hanging over Xiaochao's head to give him a warning, and he doesn't want to temper the younger brother into a sharp sword.

After all, there might be a day when he would meet him with a sword, and he couldn't be so stupid as to sharpen his sword and kill himself.

However, this sword was tempered too quickly, and Jiang Xiaoqi almost knew how to make good use of the various resources of the Jiang family without a teacher. On the surface, it was harmless, but in fact, even his private doctor Lin Mu could be used by him.

Such a person, Jiang Xiaoteng will definitely not keep him by his side, the best way is to exile him, and not let him touch Jiang Sheng International until the puppets who inherit his father's business like You Rong You Lai can be tied up. core of management.

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Zhou Wei stepped into the dream, very dark.

His forehead was pressed against the cold cast iron wall, and his body was curled up, unable to sit upright or lie flat.His arms were tied behind his back like a thick cocoon, and his five fingers couldn't be stretched out, so he couldn't touch anything.

Zhou Wei struggled, the thin thread on his ankle was like a knife blade, tightened with his movements, cutting into the flesh, it hurt so much.

Help!Mom, save me!Mommy mommy--

Zhou Wei could only scream in a hoarse voice, as if lead sand was stuffed in his throat, it was astringent and painful, and his breath was full of salty rust.

A wet and greasy liquid trickled down the ankles and soaked into the iron plate under the feet, making the pedaling room full of slippery conditions.He knew that his ankle had been cut by the rope, and the wound was excruciatingly painful. Time passed little by little, except for the broken call for help echoing in the narrow tin box, there was no sound around.

Zhou Wei curled up his body even harder, with his knees almost touching his chest, only in this way he could barely lie on his side at the bottom of the box, the cold and hard box wall pressed against his body, his clothes, shoes and socks were stripped clean, only I have a pair of underwear to hide my shame, and it is very cold.

He gradually became unable to yell, tears slid down the corners of his eyes, soaking the hair on his sideburns.The walls of the box were as cold as frost, but his whole body was burning hot, and his body shivered involuntarily.

The earth narrowed, the sky collapsed, the sun was swallowed up by the cold, and there was only this barren corner of the world left.

The little Zhou Wei was pillowed in the boundless black hole, unable to see or hear clearly. Gradually, the sound of the heartbeat pounded into his brain like a heavy hammer, and his breath was like a hurricane roaring in the forest. Everything was so dead and so noisy, he fell Entering the bottomless abyss, the second hand jumped for a moment, and he fell into eternity, beyond redemption.

Zhou Wei lost his ability to perceive the outside world. He was as small as a grain of desert sand and as huge as a mountain range. He couldn't move. The only feeling he could tell he was alive was the sharp pain in his ankle.

The blood in the wound there was congealed, scabs formed, and he was torn open by him like masochistic. Pain has become the only reference in life.

Zhou Wei passed out in the dream, and fell into a warm embrace in the dream, his lips moved, and he called out to his mother in his heart, mother——

Someone was sobbing in the sky, his cold cheek was pressed against his hot forehead, and the arms wrapped around him were gentle and warm.It's mom, mom finally came to pick him up, Zhou Wei thought in his heart.

He was weak all over, and his eyelids seemed to be heavy, and he couldn't lift them up. He wanted to see her, the mother he missed day and night.

Xiaowei, don't be afraid——

A pair of arms suddenly tightened, and someone grabbed him into his arms, and the coat wrapped around him was soaked in the cold air of the wind and snow, "Seventh Brother!"

Zhou Wei woke up with a start, and sat up from the chair with his upper body bounced. The curtains beside him were slowly being drawn to both sides, and a ray of sunlight fell on Zhou Wei's shoulders.

"Are you awake?" The little nurse turned her head and smiled at him, then turned to clean up the unfinished rose tea on the small table, "Dr. Lin told you to sweat before going out. There have been a lot of flu recently."

"Oh, by the way," she quickly walked to the desk, took out a medical record bag and handed it to Zhou Wei, "Dr. Lin will leave it to you."

Zhou Wei tore off the velvet blanket around his waist, raised his hand to block the sunlight, his eyes were slightly squinted by the shaking.

It was a very thin envelope, and he knew what was inside without looking carefully, so it was extra heavy in his hand.

"Let's go!" Zhou Wei jumped off the treatment chair briskly, shook his head, annoyed that he fell asleep again, and reviewed the recited nightmare again.

But the ending is different, with a Seventh Brother messing in, it's no longer a nightmare for Mao Guai.

He crossed the road carrying the paper bag, the thin paper knocking against the side of his leg.

Tear off the ticket on Koenigsegg's side window, Zhou Wei opened the door and got in the car, and ripped open the seal of the envelope with a prick with the newly familiar feeling.

A thin sheet of paper slipped out of the envelope, like a spell confided by a devil, and the familiar pale pink paper with the letter RS ​​watermarked lightly fell on Zhou Wei's lap.

He caught the number with the percent sign almost instantly, and his eyes froze on it: 0.00%.