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Chapter 173 I only have this one son, he cannot die.

Sun Mei was trembling as she held her phone.

These people used to be affiliated with Jianjun Group, and they got projects, investments, and benefits from her.

Now all she wants to know is about her son's condition, but they seem to be avoiding her, as if afraid to say another word.

Unwilling to give up, she continued scrolling through her contacts.

An hour passed, and after making more than a dozen phone calls, not a single person was willing to help.

Sun Mei finally realized that she had lost all her authority in Shanghai.

The former wife of the chairman of Jianjun Group has long become a laughing stock.

"Why aren't you answering!"

She slammed her phone onto the sofa, her eyes red, and shouted, "Which of these people didn't beg me for favors before?"

"Now that Congcong is in trouble, they won't even make a single phone call to help me!"

Shen Jianjun sat beside him, his expression blank: "Jianjun Group has gone bankrupt."

"They used to respect not you, but the group, and the money in our hands."

"We have nothing now, who will care about us?"

"Shut up!"

Sun Mei suddenly turned her head: "Congcong is also your son!"

"His fate is unknown, so why are you still sitting here?"

Shen Jianjun looked up, his face exhausted: "Then what am I supposed to do?"

"All my connections have been severed, and I can't even withdraw a decent amount of money from my account."

"I called the hospital, and they only told me that the patient was receiving emergency treatment, and they couldn't say anything else."

"Do you think I don't want to save him?"

Sun Mei opened her mouth, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

She suddenly rushed into the study and threw herself at Sun Qingliang: "Dad, you must have a way!"

"You know so many people, please help me contact the hospital!"

"Congcong has always been in poor health, and now he's suffered this shock; he really could die!"

Sun Qingliang sat behind his desk, his face equally grim.

The secretary has already contacted the people in Shanghai.

However, Daxia International Private Hospital refused to readmit Shen Cong, and several other high-end medical institutions were also unwilling to offend Shen Ze at this time.

The Sun family wields considerable power in Longdu, but this is not the Magic City.

A distant source of water cannot quench a nearby fire.

Moreover, Shen Ze has already blocked all the paths they could choose.

"Have you cried enough?"

Sun Qingliang picked up his phone: "I've met Dean Zhao from the First People's Hospital of Shanghai before."

"I asked him myself."

Sun Mei quickly wiped away her tears and stared intently at the phone in her father's hand.

The call was answered quickly.

A weary voice came from the other end: "Patriarch Sun?"

"Dean Zhao, it's me."

Sun Qingliang said in a deep voice, "My grandson Shen Cong has just been transferred to your hospital, and I need to know his current condition."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Dean Zhao clearly already knew Shen Cong's identity and the grudges between the Sun family and Shen Ze.

"Master Sun, Shen Cong's condition is very dangerous."

"He already had leukemia and was very weak. After being transferred to the hospital, he suffered a severe shock, which caused him to cough up blood, fall into a coma, and have an abnormal heart rate."

Upon hearing this, Sun Mei turned pale and staggered.

Sun Qingliang gripped his phone tightly: "Can you save him?"

"The hospital has organized experts to provide emergency treatment."

Dean Zhao said in a somber tone, "But the patient's condition is too poor, and all indicators continue to deteriorate. Even if surgery is performed immediately, the success rate is only 10%."

"One-tenth?"

Sun Qingliang's face suddenly darkened: "The First People's Hospital of Shanghai has the best experts in the country, and you're telling me the success rate is only 10%?"

"Master Sun, this is not a matter of money or experts."

"Shen Cong's condition deteriorated too quickly, and his body could no longer withstand high-intensity surgery."

"We can only do our best, but we cannot guarantee the outcome."

Sun Mei couldn't listen anymore. She rushed forward, snatched the phone, and shouted frantically into it, "Impossible!"

"Congcong's condition was clearly stable before!"

"He stayed in the private hospital for so long, and the doctors said the treatment was effective. Why did he die as soon as he was transferred to your hospital?"

"What exactly did you do to him?"

Dean Zhao explained in a low voice, "Ms. Sun, please calm down."

"When the patient entered the hospital, his vital signs were weak, but his life was not in immediate danger."

"After Shen Ze entered the ward and left, Shen Cong's mental state was severely stimulated, and his condition deteriorated rapidly."

"Shen Ze?"

Sun Mei froze completely: "He went to see Congcong?"

"Yes."

"What did he do to Congcong?!"

Dean Zhao said, "According to the ward staff, Shen Ze told Shen Cong about the bankruptcy of Jianjun Group and the auction of its assets."

"The patient could not withstand the stimulation, lost control of his emotions, and subsequently vomited blood and fell into a coma."

"The rescue operation is still ongoing."

Sun Mei's mind went blank for a moment, and she finally understood.

Shen Ze's acquisition of a private hospital in Shanghai and his decision to relocate Shen Cong to a regular ward was just the first step.

He then personally went to see Shen Cong and presented his son with the news of Jianjun Group's bankruptcy.

Shen Cong has valued his status as the heir to a billion-dollar fortune more than anything else since he was a child.

Shen Ze, at his weakest moment, personally shattered all his pride!

"It's him..."

Sun Mei's fingers loosened, and the phone fell to the ground: "It was Shen Ze who ruined Congcong!"

"He did it on purpose; he wanted Congcong dead!"

Her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Congcong...my son..."

Sun Mei's mouth was open, tears streaming down her face, and even her sobs became hoarse.

Six years ago, in order to marry into the Shen family and clear her name of the scandal of interfering in someone else's marriage, she sought out Sun Qingliang and bribed Li Changfang.

At that time, she didn't care what Xu Ying would have to endure.

They didn't care how much pain young Shen Ze would suffer after losing his mother.

In her eyes, Xu Ying was just a woman in the way.

Once Xu Ying is dead, she can rightfully become Mrs. Shen.

Her son could also become the sole heir to the Jianjun Group.

Over the years, she has lived in a luxury mansion, driven luxury cars, controlled a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, and enjoyed the adoration of countless people.

Xu Ying's death was long forgotten by her.

Now, the same pain is befalling her, and she can't bear it for even a moment.

"Dad, save Congcong..."

Sun Mei lay on the ground, clinging tightly to Sun Qingliang's trouser leg.

"I only have this one son! He can't die!"

"Make them change doctors, make them do the surgery!"

"Even if there's only a 10% chance, we must save him!"

Sun Qingliang looked down at his daughter, his anger surging within him.

His only grandson was rushed to the emergency room and could die at any moment.

Every single thing in the past was done by Shen Ze.

A child who could have been easily crushed by him six years ago has now driven the Sun family to this point!

"That's enough!"