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

Shen Jianjun picked up his phone, just about to dial a number.

The phone screen lit up first, displaying the caller ID: Wang Mingde.

Shen Jianjun breathed a sigh of relief and answered the phone: "Dean Wang, I was just about to contact you. Why hasn't the transfer vehicle arrived yet?"

On the other end of the phone, Dean Wang was silent for a second.

In that instant, Shen Jianjun's heart sank: "President Shen."

Dean Wang's voice was much calmer and more distant than last night: "I'm sorry, the arrangement for Shen Cong to transfer to Shuren Hospital has been cancelled."

In the ward, it felt as if a piece of air had been sucked out.

Shen Jianjun's brows furrowed instantly: "What did you say?"

Sun Mei suddenly stood up: "Cancel? What's canceled?"

Shen Cong looked up, his expression changing: "Dad, what happened?"

Shen Jianjun pressed the speakerphone button, his voice barely concealing his anger: "Dean Wang, explain yourself clearly."

On the phone, Dean Wang's tone was very steady: "After a re-examination, Shuren Hospital has decided not to admit Shen Cong for treatment. The previous VIP ward arrangements are all void."

Sun Mei exploded: "Why is it invalid?"

She rushed to the phone and shrieked, "Dean Wang, what did you say last night? You clearly agreed!"

"The ward was reserved, the expert consultation was arranged, and now you're just canceling it like that?"

Dean Wang said, "Ms. Sun, I understand how you feel, but this is the hospital's final decision."

"Final decision?"

Sun Mei was trembling with anger. "Shuren Hospital is a hospital, not a vegetable market!"

"The patient is waiting for life-saving treatment. You think you can just admit them whenever you want, and not admit them whenever you want?"

"Let me tell you, if Shen Cong's condition is delayed because of you, I'll never forgive you!"

Shen Jianjun's face also darkened completely: "Dean Wang, I personally visited your home last night, and you accepted the gift. Now you've suddenly changed your mind; you need to give me a reason."

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

Dean Wang neither denied nor defended himself, only saying, "President Shen, I have already had the gifts returned unopened."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jianjun's face turned even uglier.

Return the gift.

This is no longer a matter of ordinary procedures; it's about drawing a clear line between us.

Sun Mei wouldn't listen. She shouted, "Wang Mingde, don't think you're safe just because you returned the gifts! The Shen family isn't easy to bully! Don't you know what kind of power the Jianjun Group is?"

"If you dare refuse to accept my son today, I'll have your Shuren Hospital made the news tomorrow!"

"I'm going to file a complaint against you! I'll expose you! I'll let the whole of Shanghai know that you stood by and watched someone die!"

Shen Cong, lying in his hospital bed, grew anxious, his voice hoarse: "Dad, tell him to call the chairman out! I don't believe a hospital director would dare to treat us like this!"

Shen Jianjun took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "Dean Wang."

His voice was chillingly cold. "I don't care whose decision this is. Since you say it's the hospital's final decision, then let your chairman explain it to me personally."

"I, Shen Jianjun, have been living in Shanghai for so many years, and I've never been played like this before."

"If you don't give me a satisfactory answer to this matter today, I guarantee that Shuren Hospital will never have a good time in Shanghai again."

In the ward, Sun Mei clenched her fists, as if she had finally found someone to stand up for her.

Shen Cong was also staring intently at his phone. In their eyes, no matter how capable Dean Wang was, he was still just a dean.

The chairman behind Shuren is the one who truly makes the final decisions.

Unless the other party is a fool, they should know the price of offending the Jianjun Group.

But the next second, a very light footstep came from the other end of the phone.

Dean Wang's voice became respectful: "Chairman Shen, Mr. Shen Jianjun requests that you explain this personally."

Chairman Shen?

Shen Jianjun's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and Sun Mei was also stunned.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that was so familiar it sent chills down their spines came from the phone.

"Shen Jianjun."

There were only three words: calm, indifferent, and not even a hint of anger could be heard.

But when the sound entered the ward, it was like a bolt of lightning.

Shen Jianjun froze on the spot, and the color drained from Sun Mei's face instantly.

Shen Cong's pupils contracted sharply, his fingers gripping the blanket tightly: "Shen Ze?"

On the other end of the phone, Shen Ze said calmly, "It's me."

The ward was completely quiet.

The nurse was standing at the door, intending to come in and confirm the transfer details, but upon hearing the sounds inside, she stopped in her tracks.

Shen Jianjun's grip on the phone tightened little by little, his knuckles turning white.

He considered many possibilities: perhaps there was a bottleneck in the internal procedures at Shuren, or perhaps Dean Wang changed his mind at the last minute.

It's possible that higher-ups felt Shen Cong's condition was too risky and were unwilling to accept him.

But he never expected that the new chairman of Shuren Private Hospital would be Shen Ze.

A top-tier private hospital worth billions, with the world's best hematology department, a place that countless wealthy people would kill to get into.

Its controller was none other than his own eldest son, who had been abandoned for many years.

Sun Mei shook her head frantically, as if she were going crazy: "Impossible...this is impossible!"

"How could he possibly be the chairman of Shuren?"

"Fengsheng Group, Huateng Villas, and now Shuren Hospital?"

"It's fake! It must be fake!"

But the phone was still on, and everyone heard Dean Wang call out "Chairman Shen" just now.

Shen Cong's face was deathly pale, even worse than when he was sick. He had just been thinking about taking revenge on Shen Ze after he entered Shuren.

Now, the person who decides whether he can get into Shuren is Shen Ze.

This reversal is even more ruthless than slapping him in the face.

Shen Jianjun's throat tightened, and it took him a long time to squeeze out, "Shen Ze, what exactly do you want?"

Shen Ze's voice was calm: "That's a question I should be asking you."

"Back then, you abandoned my mother and me and married Sun Mei."

"You haven't cared about me for a single day all these years."

"When my mother was seriously ill, all she wanted was to see you one last time, but you said you couldn't leave."

Shen Jianjun's face gradually turned pale.

Those old stories that he had deliberately suppressed were brought up one by one by Shen Ze in front of Sun Mei, Shen Cong, the nurses, and the doctors.

Every word was like a nail driven into his face.

Shen Ze continued, "Later, Shen Cong fell ill, and that's when you remembered me."

"You came to my door not to apologize or feel guilty, but to ask me to donate bone marrow to Shen Cong."

"If I refuse, you'll try to bribe me with money, threaten me with my job, or use the Jianjun Group to blacklist me."

"Shen Cong was even more direct; he spent five million to have someone cripple my arm."

Shen Cong's face turned pale, and he said urgently, "You're lying! I didn't!"

On the other end of the phone, Shen Ze ignored him: "Now, you want to get into Shuren Hospital and use Shuren's top-notch medical resources to save Shen Cong."

"Shen Jianjun, what makes you think I'd give you this opportunity?"

Shen Jianjun's lips trembled. He wanted to use his father's status to pressure Shen Ze, but the two words stuck in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to say them.

Father? What right does he have?

Sun Mei couldn't take it anymore and screamed, "Shen Ze, don't forget, Shen Cong is your own brother! Are you really going to just stand by and watch him die?"