My stepmother forced me to donate bone marrow, so I retaliated by slapping my scumbag father in the

Several months later, her condition worsened.

Shen Ze called Shen Jianjun.

Once, twice, three times.

No one answered the first time.

The call was answered the second time by the secretary, who said that President Shen was in a meeting.

On the third attempt, Shen Jianjun finally accepted the call.

Shen Ze stood at the end of the hospital corridor, holding his phone, his voice hoarse and unlike his own: "She's dying."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Shen Jianjun's cold voice: "I can't get away from here."

Shen Ze closed his eyes briefly: "She wants to see you one last time."

What's past is past.

Shen Jianjun said, "Take good care of her. If you need more money, you can talk to my assistant."

Shen Ze laughed, a laugh that came out of his extreme anger.

"Shen Jianjun."

This was the first time he didn't call me "Dad": "From today onwards, you have nothing to do with me."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to pause for a moment.

Shen Ze hung up without waiting for him to speak.

It was raining outside the ward when Xu Ying left.

She held Shen Ze's hand, her strength waning, yet she still offered words of advice.

"Don't hate, live well."

"Xiaoze, even though Mom is gone, you still need to eat well."

Shen Ze nodded; he agreed.

So all these years, he has lived alone in the old house, saving every penny, going to work on time, and leaving get off work on time, trying his best to live like a normal person.

After graduating from Shanghai University, he joined Fengsheng Group as an ordinary employee, but Shen Ze was not picky.

He knew he had no background, no powerful connections, and no intention of asking anyone for help.

Earning a living through my own abilities, saving money, slowly repairing this old house, and living a peaceful life—that's enough.

The water in the pot boiled, and Shen Ze put the greens into the pot and cracked an egg into it.

Dinner was simple: a bowl of vegetable and egg noodles.

He sat down at the table with his bowl in his hand when his phone suddenly vibrated.

It's a message in the company group chat: Tomorrow's morning meeting will be held half an hour earlier.

Shen Ze glanced at it and replied "Received".

Then, he picked up a noodle and slowly began to eat it.

Outside the window, the cars on the elevated road flowed in a continuous stream.

Shanghai is a bustling metropolis.

Neon lights, office buildings, luxury cars, drinking parties, and the world of fame and fortune are like a giant net, drawing countless people in.

Shen Ze didn't want to get involved; he just wanted to stay away from those people and even further away from Shen Jianjun.

He thought that as long as he didn't look for that person, that person would never appear in his life again.

At the same time, on the other side of Shanghai...

Outside a VIP ward at a top-tier private hospital, Shen Jianjun stood in the corridor, his face extremely grim.

The cost of one night here is enough for an average person's monthly salary.

The white marble floors gleamed, there was no pungent disinfectant smell in the air, and the nurses spoke softly. The patients who could stay here were all wealthy and influential.

But no amount of money can buy life.

Sun Mei sat on the bench, her makeup already ruined from crying.

She gripped the tissue tightly, her voice trembling sharply.

"Doctor, please think of something! We're rich, we'll pay any price, as long as Congcong can be saved!"

The attending physician, surnamed Zhou, was in his forties, wore glasses, and had a serious expression.

He held the examination report in his hand but didn't speak immediately.

Shen Jianjun stepped forward, his voice low: "Director Zhou, just tell us what you need, and we'll cooperate."

Director Zhou glanced at the two of them: "Mr. Shen, Ms. Sun, let me explain the situation first."

Sun Mei suddenly stood up: "Have the matching results come out? What about Jianjun and me? Who's a match?"

Director Zhou shook his head: "I'm sorry, neither of you are a match for stem cell transplantation."

Sun Mei swayed and almost fell.

Shen Jianjun reached out to support her, his face draining of color: "Is it inappropriate?"

He seemed incredulous: "I'm his biological father, she's his biological mother, how can we not be suitable together?"

Director Zhou had seen too many such reactions from family members, and his voice remained calm.

"In the treatment of leukemia, hematopoietic stem cell transplantation is indeed an important method, but it is not guaranteed that the parents will be a match."

"We conducted comprehensive testing, and the results are clear."

Sun Mei's tears welled up instantly: "What about the bone marrow registry? There are so many people in the country, surely one of them will be a match?"

"We have contacted the national bone marrow registry, but we have not found a suitable match yet."

After those words were spoken, the corridor became eerily quiet.

Sun Mei stared blankly at Director Zhou, her lips trembling: "No...not a single one?"

Director Zhou nodded: "Not for now."

Sun Mei suddenly broke down: "Impossible! How could this happen! Congcong is so young, he's so young, he can't die!"

She grabbed Shen Jianjun's arm, her nails almost digging into his flesh: "Jianjun, you have to think of something!"

"Don't you know a lot of people? Aren't you rich?"

"Go find a doctor abroad, go to the best hospital!"

Shen Jianjun's face twitched. Over the years, he had indeed enjoyed a prestigious position outside.

As his company grew bigger and bigger, everyone around him called him President Shen. He was toasted by everyone at dinner parties and had prestige wherever he went.

But now, his son is lying in a hospital room, waiting for a life-saving tissue match.

His relationships and his money suddenly became like worthless paper.

Shen Jianjun looked at Director Zhou, his voice heavy: "What about overseas? Are there any opportunities in overseas bone marrow registry programs?"

Director Zhou didn't rule out the possibility of a definitive answer: "We can continue the investigation, but time is of the essence."

"The longer Shen Cong's condition drags on, the greater the risk becomes."

Sun Mei cried so hard she could hardly breathe: "What are we going to do? Are we just going to wait to die?"

"There is a way."

Director Zhou's words made Shen Jianjun look up abruptly.

Sun Mei, as if grasping at a last rope, cried out, "What can we do? Doctor, please tell me!"

Director Zhou opened the report, his tone more solemn than before: "Among kinship relationships, the success rate of matching between siblings is much higher, especially those who share the same father and mother, the probability is even higher."

"If there are brothers, then there is a fairly high chance that brothers will be matched successfully."

Shen Jianjun's pupils contracted.

Director Zhou continued, "Based on clinical experience, the success rate of stem cell matching between brothers can reach about 80%."

"Given Shen Cong's current situation, this is the most promising path at the moment."

80%.

These two words struck Shen Jianjun's mind like a thunderbolt.

He stood there, his breathing suddenly becoming heavy.

Brothers...

Yes, Shen Cong also has an older brother.

Shen Ze.

Shen Jianjun hadn't seriously thought about that name for many years.

It's not that I can't remember, it's that I don't want to think about it.

Once a person has done something wrong, they will instinctively suppress that past.

Over time, he even came to believe that as long as no one brought it up, those things didn't exist.

But now, the doctor's words have brought that old grievance back to him.

Sun Mei was also stunned.

Her crying stopped for a moment, then her expression turned strange: "My own brother..."

She murmured it to herself, then suddenly looked at Shen Jianjun.