nucmednet Chapter 635 Chenxi Can’t Wait
Chapter 635 Chenxi Can’t Wait
The midday sun shone like molten gold on the panoramic French windows on the top floor of Zidong International. Song Shijie slumped in his million-dollar leather chair.
His knuckles turned white from gripping the phone too tightly, and veins snaked like earthworms under his pale skin.
In the family photo on the desk, his son Song Chenxi's bright smile was facing him, but the edge of the frame was rubbed to the point of being frayed - this was his only comfort in the past three months.
"Beep--" The busy tone on the phone hit his temple like a heavy hammer. Song Shijie slammed the phone on the table, shaking it so much that the crystal paperweight jumped.
He loosened his expensive tie, and the bulging blood vessels in his neck rose and fell with his rapid breathing.
When he picked up the intercom, his voice was as hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper: "Connect me to Director Zhou of Kuncheng First People's Hospital, immediately!"
During the ten seconds of waiting for the call to be transferred, his eyes were fixed on the electronic clock on his desk. Every tick of the second hand was like carving a knife in the countdown of his son's life.
When a familiar voice finally came through the receiver, he immediately adopted a deliberately softer tone, but it was hard to conceal the urgency gushing out from his words:
"Old Zhou, this is Shijie. You know Chenxi's situation... Yes, we're just waiting for a suitable donor. Whether it's on the waiting list or the backup plan, can you help me jump the queue?"
In terms of funding, our group can immediately inject 30 million to establish a special fund, just as if it were a new organ transplant center for the hospital..."
The moment he hung up the phone, he quickly looked up the number of Director Zhang of the Provincial Health Commission. As he spoke, he unconsciously stroked the bright eyes in his son's photo:
"Director Zhang, I'm really sorry to bother you this time! As long as Chenxi can be given priority, I am willing to bear all the subsequent resettlement expenses for the organ donor's family.
Retirement, medical care, and children's education are all included! Would you like to arrange an interview tomorrow? I'll personally bring my team to your office..."
By the time he finished the seventh call, Song Shijie's shirt was soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his back, making him feel cold.
He unbuttoned the second button of his collar, and beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down his chin onto the document, blurring the large gold-plated words "Annual Strategic Plan".
When the eighth call was made, he almost growled into the receiver, "Boss Wang! Didn't you say you knew a medical broker from abroad?
I don't care about any legal channels, I just need to find me an AB negative blood donor right now! Money is not a problem, if anything goes wrong, I, Song Shijie, will take the full responsibility!
The moment he dropped his phone, the sandalwood tabletop emitted a dull roar. Song Shijie stumbled and smashed open the French window. The scorching wind, carrying the city's heat wave, blew in his face, but it couldn't blow away the bloodshot in his eyes.
The sound of traffic downstairs surged in like waves, and in a trance it overlapped with the ticking sound of the hospital monitor.
The densely packed numbers in the address book twisted into my son's pale face in front of my eyes, and the regular sound of the ventilator seemed to echo in my ears.
My fingertips trembled as they hovered over a number marked "Southeast Asia Hotline." This was the mysterious contact number attached to the anonymous email last week.
The sender left only one sentence: "Hope in despair."
The smell of disinfectant suddenly surged into my nose. It was the pungent memory of the ICU this morning. My son's sunken cheeks and the appearance of tubes inserted in his body once again pricked my nerves.
"Chenxi can't wait any longer..." He murmured to the void, his Adam's apple rolling violently as he pressed the call button.
Just as the call was connected, the office door suddenly opened. Secretary Luo froze in the doorway, holding a tablet. The news headlines flashing on the screen were glaring:
"Transnational organ trafficking ring dismantled; main culprit disguised as medical intermediary." The accompanying image shows a suspect in a white lab coat being handcuffed and escorted into a police car.
Song Shijie's pupils suddenly contracted, and the mechanical female voice coming from the receiver became clearer and clearer: "This is the 24-hour medical consultation center. Do you need..."
Suddenly, a muffled thunder rolled outside the window, and dark clouds had covered the entire city without anyone noticing.
Song Shijie slowly put down his phone and his eyes fell on the family photo on the desk.
In the photo, Mu Xiaoji is sitting in front with his arms around his grandmother's shoulders, while Song Shijie and Shen Rou are standing behind him, hugging Jiang Shuo, who looks smart.
The warm and sweet smiles of the family seemed to be about to overflow from the album, and the edge of the photo frame had been deeply cracked by Song Shijie at some point.
The weather in Kuncheng suddenly changed, and dark clouds covered the entire sky in darkness.
It is said that at the gate of the Goldsmith Bay Villa, the grandfather and grandson had just fought for their own selfish desires, and the thrilling farce had just ended in a bad mood.
Jiang Shuo originally didn't understand the hidden meaning behind his father's repeated warnings in the emergency room to protect his little daddy.
I always thought that Song Lan, who was planning to take advantage of Little Daddy, had gone to jail, and now no one was thinking about Little Daddy anymore!
Unexpectedly, the person who threatened little daddy appeared again so soon, and it was the grandfather who loved him the most.
He couldn't help but make a quick decision in his mind to take Jiang Chengyu back to G City immediately.
At this moment, he was guarding the severely damaged commercial vehicle, in which lay his vital little father.
While he was anxiously waiting for Guan Shan and Yan Kai to pack their luggage and prepare to return home, he was also vigilantly paying attention to the movements around him.
At this moment, an old and somewhat majestic voice suddenly sounded, like an invisible barrier, blocking Jiang Shuo's steps that were about to set off.
"Choubao, what are you going to do?" Everyone looked towards the yard.
I saw Aunt Zhao carefully supporting the old lady, and the two of them came to the gate with a slightly slow and cautious pace.
Jiang Shuo looked at the old lady, his face full of helplessness, and said in a firm and unquestionable tone:
"Grandma, you don't know what happened just now. Grandpa and the others didn't even consider my feelings and set their sights on Little Daddy.
Little Daddy is very important to me, you know, I can't live without Little Daddy, so I must take Little Daddy back to G City, away from this place of trouble."
When the old lady heard this, her face darkened, her eyes revealed a stern look, and she shouted loudly:
"You little brat, get out of the car! If you have anything to say, go home and talk it out before you leave. Don't act like a fool here and make a fool of yourself!"
Shen Rou, who had been standing beside Jiang Shuo, now looked haggard, as if she had gone through a great ordeal.
She stared at Jiang Shuo with earnestness in her eyes. She nodded gently and said in an almost pleading tone:
"Stinky treasure, listen to grandma. Let's go back home and sit down to discuss this matter properly. Let's make a long-term plan, okay?"
Jiang Shuo glanced at the security guards with a cold and unfriendly look, and said in a low but intimidating voice:
"You guys be careful and take my little dad back. If anything goes wrong, don't blame me for being rude to you again."
The security guards looked at each other, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, and they nodded repeatedly and said hurriedly:
"Yes, yes, young master, don't worry. We will be extremely careful and ensure that there will be no more mistakes."
So, everyone returned to the living room in a flash. At this moment, everyone's face seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.
Everyone looked so bitter and resentful that the atmosphere in the living room was so depressing that it was almost suffocating.
Jiang Shuo was like a frightened bird at this moment, his small figure snuggling closely beside Jiang Chengyu in the wheelchair.
His chubby little hand tightly grasped one of Jiang Chengyu's hands like a pair of pliers, as if by doing so, he could build an indestructible protective barrier for Jiang Chengyu and ensure that everything would be safe.
At this moment, Xiaoxue groped her way into the living room with a slightly slow but childlike pace. Her clear and tender voice echoed in the quiet living room: "Jiang Shuo..."
Seeing this, Aunt Zhao, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward, gently took Xiaoxue's hand, and carefully led her towards Jiang Shuo.
Xiaoxue's appearance was like a ray of light, breaking the suffocating and awkward deadlock in the living room.
Xiaoxue's clear, slightly confused eyes turned towards Jiang Shuo, and she asked with a hint of curiosity and concern:
"Jiang Shuo, there was such a loud noise outside just now, what happened?
I feel that my grandmother and grandma are in a bad mood today. Can you tell me what happened at home?
Jiang Shuo looked at Xiaoxue, a trace of helplessness and fatigue flashed in his eyes. He sighed softly and said slowly:
"My dad is in the hospital and his condition is critical. Grandpa and his family are planning to take my little dad away and use his organs for a transplant for my dad.
You know what? I can't live without my dad, but I can't live without my little dad either. I can't lose either of them.
So, in order to protect Little Daddy from getting hurt, I thought about it and decided to leave this place and take Little Daddy back to G City."
Xiaoxue's originally cute and innocent face suddenly changed, and her eyes were full of worry and anxiety.
She asked hurriedly, "Uncle Mu is critically ill? Then... then there's no hope for my eyes to recover, right?"
Xiaoxue has always placed her hope of seeing the light again on Uncle Mu. Now, after hearing this news, the hope in her heart seemed to be shrouded in haze.
Jiang Shuo looked at Xiaoxue's worried expression, patted his chest, and confidently reassured her, "No, Xiaoxue, even if Daddy is not able to heal your eyes, I can still heal you."
When Xiaoxue heard this, her slightly relieved expression turned sad again. She lowered her head and muttered softly:
"But you're about to leave Kuncheng. Even if you can cure my eyes, how can you help me?"
Jiang Shuo thought for a moment, then looked at Xiaoxue with a determined gaze and asked seriously, "Xiaoxue, are you willing to come with me?
When we arrived in G City, we found the advanced Renxin Hospital, which had first-class medical equipment and technology.
There, I will definitely be able to heal your eyes and let you see this beautiful world again."
Xiaoxue was hesitant when she heard this suggestion. She bit her lip and said with some embarrassment, "Jiang Shuo, if I leave, what will happen to my father?"