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

"Shen Ze! Jianjun, you have another son!"

Shen Jianjun's Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "Hmm."

Sun Mei seemed to have been awakened, her eyes regaining their light: "Yes, yes!"

"Shen Ze is also your own son. He and Congcong are brothers. He's definitely a good match for him!"

"Doctor, don't you think so? They're half-siblings, he definitely has a chance, right?"

Director Zhou did not give a definitive answer: "We need to do the testing first. Only after the test results are available can we determine whether we are a match."

"Then let him come and get tested!"

Sun Mei's voice trembled with anxiety: "Jianjun, contact him quickly! Hurry! Congcong can't wait!"

Shen Jianjun frowned, a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Contact? How did he contact them?

Over the years, he has never taken the initiative to contact Shen Ze.

He didn't attend Xu Ying's death.

He didn't ask when Shen Ze went to university.

He didn't know that Shen Ze had graduated.

He couldn't even say where Shen Ze lived or what job he did.

Seeing that he didn't move, Sun Mei pushed him impatiently: "What are you standing there for? That's your son! Does he think he won't listen to you?"

Shen Jianjun's face darkened: "I know."

He spoke with conviction, but he himself was unsure of his own abilities.

Director Zhou sensed that the two had something to say, so he closed the report and said, "Contact the family members as soon as possible. The sooner the testing is conducted, the sooner a treatment plan can be determined."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving only Shen Jianjun and Sun Mei in the corridor.

Sun Mei wiped away her tears, her voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety: "Jianjun, this matter cannot be delayed."

"Congcong is our lifeline. If anything happens to him, I can't go on living."

Shen Jianjun took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, but Shen Ze's number was not there.

He checked his WeChat again, but it wasn't there.

Over the years, he has had several secretaries and many different cell phones; his old numbers are long gone.

Seeing his actions, Sun Mei panicked even more: "You don't even have his phone number?"

Shen Jianjun's face darkened even more when his sore spot was touched: "I'll have someone investigate."

"Investigate? How long will the investigation take?"

Sun Mei's voice shrilly, "Shen Jianjun, don't forget, although you wronged them back then! But now Congcong needs to be saved, you must find Shen Ze!"

Shen Jianjun suddenly looked at her: "You're bringing up the past with me now?"

Sun Mei was taken aback, then gritted her teeth: "I'm not arguing with you, I'm stating the facts!"

"What if Shen Ze hates you and refuses to come? You have to think of something!"

Shen Jianjun's face was so gloomy it could drip water; he knew, of course, that Shen Ze might hate him.

So what if it's hateful?

The blood relation is there; he is Shen Ze's father, and Shen Cong is Shen Ze's younger brother.

Isn't saving my brother the right thing to do?

Thinking of this, Shen Jianjun's initial embarrassment was quickly suppressed by anxiety and a sense of righteous indignation.

He dialed his secretary's number, and the call was answered quickly.

"President Shen."

Shen Jianjun cut to the chase: "Go and investigate someone right now."

Without the slightest hesitation, the secretary replied, "Please speak."

"Shen Ze, male, around 22 years old this year, graduated from Shanghai University."

"My mother's name is Xu Ying, and her household registration should still be in Shanghai."

"I need his address, phone number, and workplace, as soon as possible."

The secretary paused for a moment, clearly not expecting Shen Jianjun to suddenly investigate this name.

But he quickly replied, "Understood, Mr. Shen. I'll arrange it right away."

Shen Jianjun gripped his phone, his voice cold and hard: "Give me the results within half an hour."

"Yes."

The phone hangs up.

Sun Mei grabbed his sleeve, her eyes filled with urgency: "Once we find out, we'll go find him right away."

Shen Jianjun didn't speak, he just stared at the ward door.

Through the observation window on the door, Shen Cong lay on the hospital bed, his face pale, with a needle still inserted in the back of his hand.

This son is the child he has cherished all these years.

From birth, Shen Cong has always used the best.

The most expensive baby formula, the best schools, the latest toys, a private doctor, a chauffeur, and a throng of people surrounding him during holidays.

Shen Jianjun once thought that by giving Shen Cong everything, he could ensure the child's smooth sailing for the rest of his life.

But the illness came on so suddenly that he wasn't prepared at all.

Sun Mei followed his gaze and looked inside, tears welling up in her eyes again: "Congcong can't be hurt."

Her voice hardened: "Anyone can get hurt, but Congcong can't."

Shen Jianjun's phone was burning hot from gripping it so tightly.

Less than half an hour later, the call came back.

The secretary's voice was faster than usual: "Mr. Shen, we've found it."

Shen Jianjun immediately turned around: "Speak."

"Shen Ze currently lives in Room 302, Building 3, Anpingli Community, Jing'an District. This community is an old-style residential building, and the property is registered under the name of the late Xu Ying."

Shen Jianjun's brow twitched slightly.

Anpingli, he remembered that place.

After Xu Ying divorced, she moved to that old house with Shen Ze.

After all these years, Shen Ze is still living there.

The secretary continued, "Shen Ze graduated from Shanghai University with a bachelor's degree and joined Fengsheng Group last year. He is currently a regular employee in the marketing department. I have already sent his mobile phone number to you on WeChat."

Upon hearing the words "ordinary employee," Sun Mei immediately looked up: "He works at Fengsheng? An ordinary employee?"

As if she had grasped some crucial information, she hurriedly said, "That makes things even easier! What can a recent graduate and ordinary employee do?"

"Jianjun, you're his father. If you go in person, he definitely won't dare refuse!"

Shen Jianjun glanced at her but did not refute her.

In his eyes, no matter how hard Shen Ze has suffered over the years, he is still his son.

It's only natural for a son to save his younger brother.

What's more, he can give money.

Isn't Shen Ze poor?

With an old house, an ordinary job, and having just graduated not long ago, what kind of savings could I possibly have?

As long as he makes an offer, Shen Ze has no reason to refuse.

Thinking of this, Shen Jianjun completely suppressed his unease.

He instructed the person on the other end of the phone: "Prepare the car."

The secretary immediately asked, "Mr. Shen, shall we go to Anping Lane now?"

Shen Jianjun glanced at Shen Cong in the ward, then looked at Sun Mei, whose eyes were red from crying.

"right."

His voice was low and deep, and he said each word clearly: "Go now."

After the car was ready, Shen Jianjun sat in the back seat, his face remaining gloomy.

Sun Mei originally wanted to go with them, but Shen Cong's condition changed drastically in the middle of the night.

Doctors and nurses came and went from the ward, and she cried so much that she could barely stand. In the end, she dragged it out until the next morning.

As dawn broke, a black Mercedes drove into an old residential area in Jing'an District.

Anpingli Residential Area.

As soon as the car stopped, Sun Mei frowned.

The paint on the iron railings at the entrance of the residential area is peeling off, and a corner of the window in the guardhouse is broken and covered with transparent tape.

The ground was full of potholes; it had rained the night before, and dirty water still lingered in the low-lying areas.

Several stray cats darted past the trash can, bringing with them a sour, rotten smell.

Sun Mei covered her nose, her face full of disgust: "He lives in a place like this?"

Looking at the residential area in front of him, Shen Jianjun felt an indescribable awkwardness in his heart.