late at night. In a small private hospital with a low-key appearance but extremely luxurious interior, the lights are brightly lit at the moment.
"Fortunately, the source of the lung has been found." A doctor in a white coat put down the phone in his hand with a smile on his face.
"Great!" The middle-aged woman gently shook the old lady beside her: "Mom, did you hear it? Changtai, he is saved!"
"Thank you Lord for your blessing!" The old lady stood up, held the cross in her hand tightly, and made a cross on her chest:
"With the strength you give us, we will never retreat. May the glory and praise be yours forever!"
The middle-aged woman glanced at the man lying on the bed, still breathing hard under the support of a ventilator, with a look of pity on her face.
She thought for a while and then asked the doctor:
"Dr. Geng, how long will it take for Feiyuan to arrive? My husband is working too hard. I'm afraid he won't be able to wait too long."
"Don't worry. People will be here soon. When the time comes, the two surgeries will be performed at the same time. Make sure nothing is delayed."
"Two surgeries?" The woman was a little confused.
A slightly mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Dr. Geng's mouth.
"Mrs. Bao, you paid five million yuan to buy the freshest lung source. Is this correct?"
"Yes."
"You also know that lung sources are much scarcer than kidney sources now. If we take the normal route, there are many people who have been waiting for several years and can't wait."
"Yes, but Changtai was poisoned by that black-hearted person. He couldn't wait for a few more days, let alone a few years. That's why we found you - I heard that you have many connections and many methods."
"Yes. It's the right place for you to come." Doctor Geng nodded: "Have you found it now?"
"Take it off in a moment and put it on Mr. Bao immediately - as for the other things, why do you care so much?"
The woman seemed to realize something, her eyes widened in an instant, and she opened her mouth, but said nothing.
At this time, the old lady spoke: "Daughter-in-law, you have to take care of your temper."
"Just sit here and wait, look more, ask less, and let the doctor do it. The Lord is with us, and everything comes from His grace."
"Okay, Mom." The middle-aged woman sat down, her face seemed calm, but there were still waves in her eyes.
In fact, under the advice of an acquaintance, she had already been mentally prepared when she transferred here. She knew that the lung source obtained here must be different from the ordinary way.
But when the other party revealed it in such a subtle way, she still felt a little uncomfortable.
Sure enough, as my mother-in-law said, my temperament is still not calm enough and I can't take on troubles.
After more than forty minutes, the door was knocked open. Two dusty men walked in and nodded to Dr. Geng.
The latter immediately said: "The donor has arrived. The transplant operation can be performed immediately."
The middle-aged woman helped the old lady stand up and asked, "Is the chance of success of the operation really as high as 80%?"
Dr. Geng laughed, his bright white teeth shining coldly under the light: "Don't worry, even taking into account the postoperative rejection reaction, the five-year survival rate is 60%."
The middle-aged woman nodded: "That's my problem."
"You paid a high price, and I will definitely do my best." Doctor Geng said, and together with the other two people, he moved the bed for Bao Changtai.
"Doctor Geng, I have another question." The middle-aged woman asked hesitantly: "What will happen to the person who provided the lung source?"
"You know it well, so why bother by asking more questions?" Dr. Geng said, and walked out with the man pushing the cart.
The middle-aged woman wanted to chase her out and say something, but she was held back by the old lady.
This time, there was an obvious look of dissatisfaction on her face.
"It was the Lord who sent that offering here, intending for him to save Changtai. What's the matter with you being sad for the autumn and the spring here? Don't you want Changtai to be okay?"
"Mom, I just thought, that's a human life!"
"Haha." The old lady laughed: "The Lord separates the sheep from the goats and lets them stand on both sides - the righteous will get what they deserve, and the wicked will do something to atone for their sins."
"Everything is the best arrangement, everything is destiny." Her expression was indifferent and peaceful, which made the middle-aged woman gradually relax.
"It's my fault." She said, "I won't be so weak in the future."
The door of the house was pushed open with a bang, and a man in his early twenties rushed in.
"Grandma, Mom, where is my dad?" Bao Shaokang glanced at the empty bed and asked in surprise.
"Just entered the operating room." The woman said, "The source of the lungs has been found."
"So fast?" Bao Shaokang has somewhat understood the difficulties in the past few days, and naturally he will not take this for granted.
"Where does this lung source come from?" he asked.
The woman hesitated to speak. The old lady, on the other hand, said bluntly: "Shaokang is my grandson. From now on, the Bao family will rely on him to take charge. There is no need to hide this kind of thing."
"It's just what you think. If someone buys it, someone will sell it. You agree with me, and everyone is happy."
"It's not donated, but someone voluntarily sold it?" Bao Shaokang was stunned for a moment: "Nai, please make it clear. These lungs are no different from others. If they are sold, people will not survive."
"So what?" The old lady said with disapproval on her face: "The process is not important, what is important is the result. Now that your dad has been harmed like this by that vicious man, no matter how much money you pay, you have to save his life. .”
"Or are you saying that you don't want to save your dad?"
"Mom, Shaokang just asked, he didn't mean that." The middle-aged woman turned to her son: "Hurry up and apologize to your mother."
Bao Shaokang did not apologize. His expression was tangled and complicated. He wanted to say something, but he shut his mouth and rushed out like a gust of wind.
In the operating room. An eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy was lying on the operating table without knowing who he was, with a shadowless lamp shining directly on his chest.
On the other side, Bao Changtai's eyes widened and he desperately wanted to say something, but the ulcerated mouth and digestive tract prevented him from saying a word.
When everything was ready, Dr. Geng raised the scalpel.
Suddenly, the piercing police siren sounded, disturbing the people in the house.
"Quick, move quickly!" Doctor Geng and others hurriedly pushed the boy out, but were caught by the police who rushed in.
When everything settled, Bao Shaokang sighed deeply as he looked at his father who was breathing harder and harder, and his grandmother and mother who had reproachful expressions on their faces.
"Grandma, mom, dad." He said, "The boy did not come voluntarily. He was knocked unconscious and kidnapped."
