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

Shen Ze's voice turned cold: "I've said it before, I don't have a younger brother."

"Starting today, Shuren Private Hospital will permanently refuse to admit Shen Jianjun, Sun Mei, and Shen Cong."

"The three of you are never allowed to set foot in Shue Yan Hospital again."

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone in the ward changed their expressions.

Sun Mei swayed and almost fell.

Shen Cong felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He leaned against the headboard, his lips trembling incessantly.

Shen Jianjun gripped his phone tightly, his voice hoarse: "Shen Ze, Congcong will die."

On the other end of the phone, Shen Ze was silent for a moment.

Then, he simply said, "What does that have to do with me?"

beep.

The call was disconnected, and only a busy signal remained in the ward.

Shen Jianjun stood frozen in place, his phone still held to his ear.

Sun Mei stared at the phone in his hand, repeatedly muttering, "Impossible...impossible..."

Her mind was in complete chaos.

The dilapidated stairwell in Anpingli, that bowl of instant noodles, that worn-out white T-shirt, five million.

Chairman of Fengsheng Group, owner of the Huateng Center's penthouse, and chairman of Shuren Hospital.

All the images were crammed together, like countless hands tearing at her face and slapping it repeatedly.

She couldn't accept it, she just couldn't accept it.

Xu Ying, the woman she trampled underfoot, actually left behind such a son after her death.

Shen Ze should have lived a life of poverty and hardship, should have been manipulated by them, and should have obediently undergone tissue matching for five million.

But now?

Her pampered son, whom she had raised with countless efforts, was now lying in a hospital bed, seriously ill, and could do nothing but throw tantrums and spend money to harm others.

Shen Ze, however, sat in the chairman's seat of a hospital worth billions, and could shut them out with a single sentence.

This disparity felt like a fire burning from Sun Mei's heart to her brain.

She clutched her chest abruptly, her face turning pale: "Why...?"

"mom!"

Shen Cong cried out in surprise.

Sun Mei's vision went black, and she fell straight down.

The ward immediately descended into chaos.

"Ms. Sun!"

"Call a doctor immediately!"

The nurse rushed in, and the doctor arrived quickly as well.

Shen Jianjun then came to his senses and quickly helped Sun Mei up, calling out, "Sun Mei! Sun Mei!"

But Sun Mei had already fainted.

Shen Cong sat on the bed, his face deathly pale, trembling uncontrollably: "Dad, what do we do? Shuren won't take me in... they won't take me in..."

Looking at his unconscious wife and his weak son on the hospital bed, Shen Jianjun felt a deep sense of exhaustion wash over him.

He suddenly turned to look at Shen Cong, lowering his voice angrily, "You still ask what to do?"

"If you hadn't had someone cripple Shen Ze's arm, would things have come to this?"

Shen Cong froze, stunned by the scolding: "Dad, I..."

"Shut up!"

This was the first time Shen Jianjun had ever lost his temper so badly with his youngest son.

"What have you been good at besides causing trouble since you were a kid?"

"Shen Ze refused a transplant, which is something we owe him. And yet you went and hired someone to commit murder!"

"You think this is just kids fighting? That's a crime!"

Shen Cong's eyes reddened, filled with both fear and grievance: "I was just trying to avenge Mom..."

"In order to vent their anger, they destroyed the last shred of hope!"

After Shen Jianjun shouted that sentence, he looked like he had suddenly aged several years.

The doctors and nurses were treating Sun Mei, while Shen Cong huddled on the bed, too afraid to speak.

The ward was a mess. Shen Jianjun leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Shuren's path is blocked, Shen Cong's illness persists, and a bone marrow match has not yet been found.

In the end, the one who truly had the best chance of saving Shen Cong was Shen Ze.

No matter how embarrassed or angry Shen Jianjun felt, he had to admit it.

He couldn't let go of his biological son.

Even though Shen Cong caused such a big mess, even though they spoiled him rotten, he was still the child they had raised with their own hands.

He couldn't watch Shen Cong die.

Shen Jianjun slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time, a thought arose in his mind: he had to go see Shen Ze.

It wasn't a threat, it wasn't pressure, it was a visit to ask for help.

On the other side, in the underground parking lot of Shu Ren Private Hospital.

After finishing his hospital business, Shen Ze got into his Porsche 911.

The car door closed, shutting out the outside noise.

He didn't start the car immediately; he just stared ahead with a cold look in his eyes.

He spoke calmly on the phone just now, but every word he said felt like tearing open old grievances again.

His mother held his hand before she died and told him to live well.

Shen Jianjun's words "I can't leave" back then, Sun Mei's insults against Xu Ying in the stairwell of Anpingli, and Shen Cong spending five million to have someone break his arm.

He will never forget any of these things.

A moment later, Shen Ze started the car, and a deep engine roared in the garage.

The dark gray 911 drove out of Shuren Hospital and merged into the traffic of Shanghai.

As soon as he drove onto the main road, the familiar mechanical sound in his mind began to play.

【Ding! 】

[The system detected that the host successfully revoked Shen Cong's admission to Shuren Private Hospital and publicly exposed the past of Shen Jianjun's family.]

[Target Shen Jianjun suffered a severe psychological shock.]

[The target, Sun Mei, suffered from intense jealousy, humiliation, and an emotional breakdown.]

[Target Shen Cong was struck by intense fear and despair.]

[The host has successfully carried out an effective attack on Shen Jianjun's family.]

[One chance to win a prize.]

Shen Ze looked straight ahead: "Draw a prize."

[Ding! The lucky draw has begun.]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: A chart showing the major events that will occur in the Demon Realm over the next month.]

The next second, a massive amount of information unfolded in Shen Ze's mind.

Time, place, event, scope of impact, related companies, flow of funds, and public opinion trends.

In the next month, all the major business changes, policy trends, industry fluctuations, and capital moves that are about to occur in Shanghai are like a clear net laid out before him.

Shen Ze tightened his grip on the steering wheel slightly.

This is no longer a simple asset reward; this is the future.

With this trend chart, he can plan ahead, avoid risks, and seize opportunities.

More importantly, he was able to find the weaknesses of the Jianjun Group within it.

Soon, Shen Ze's gaze locked onto one of the messages.

Seven days later.

The bidding results for major infrastructure projects in the western new district of Shanghai have been announced.

Jianjun Group's building materials supply chain company will be targeted by competitors and the media simultaneously due to a number of core material testing issues.

If this issue is exposed, Jianjun Group will not only lose the Chengxi project, but it will also expose several engineering material problems from the past few years.

Shen Ze stared at the clue, his eyes gradually turning cold.

The strongest foundation of Jianjun Group lies in engineering and building materials.

Once an opening is made here, Shen Jianjun's proud business empire will begin to leak.

Traffic flows through the elevated highway, and the neon lights of Shanghai gradually illuminate.

A revenge plan to rebuild the military group also began to take shape in his mind.

Meanwhile, in the special needs ward of Shanfang Hospital.

Shen Cong leaned against the hospital bed, an acupuncture needle in the back of his hand, his face even paler than a few days ago.

The doctor had just told him that he shouldn't have any more extreme emotional swings, and he shouldn't cause any trouble, but he had no intention of resting at all.

Instead of worrying about his health, he devoted himself to something else.

The phone screen was lit up, displaying a picture of a woman.

The woman in the photo is wearing a black business suit and standing on the stage of a business forum. Her features are so exquisite that they are almost flawless, her eyes are cool and aloof, and her aura is so strong that people dare not approach her.

Yu Binglan, president of Xingchen Group, is a well-known ice queen in Shanghai's business circles.

She was a woman Shen Cong had pursued for a long time, but he had never truly received a kind word from her.