"Hehe, I know that if I'm not there, those people in the group are going to move again, you, don't stop Zhang Yaleng's class, now, still, still focus on him." After listening to Uncle Zhong's report, Qiao Feng smiled bitterly, a simple sentence, in Qiao Feng's current state, it was also said intermittently, because Qiao Feng was too weak, so he had to take a breath every time he said two words.

"Mr. Feng, when you are well, let's go to the group to rectify it, although the hearts of Fengteng are still relatively uniform under your management over the years, but it is inevitable that there will be a few stinky fish, and you can't make a pot of soup." Zhong Bo suggested to Qiao Feng that although Zhong Bo was also responsible for many affairs of the group as a housekeeper, and he also had some understanding of the few people who were vaguely exposed within the group, but because he didn't belong to Feng Teng after all, not even an employee, he couldn't interfere too much in Feng Teng's affairs, and this kind of decision-making thing was decided by Qiao Feng, and he didn't have the authority to do so.

"Those things, leave them to Zhang Yaleng, exercise and exercise. Uncle Zhong, my body, I know it best, I feel that I am almost dying. Zhong Bo had a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had already put life and death out of the way.

"Mr. Feng, don't talk nonsense! The doctor has already told me that you don't have a big problem, as long as you cooperate with the treatment, there will be no problem, why don't you wait until Zhang Yaleng is fully capable before spending your old age in secret. Uncle Zhong said a little sternly, on this issue, Uncle Zhong can no longer care about the relationship between master and servant, and Uncle Zhong still has to be the same as Qiao Feng, whenever Qiao Feng is a little self-defeating, Uncle Zhong will stop it sharply.

"When my father left, I was very similar to Zhang Yaleng, we were just hairy boys, but I was more ruthless than him. But, at that time, didn't I too, survive? At that time, I was too, never having anything, building Fengteng, everyone is like this, exercise, is the best way to grow. Qiao Feng recalled that when his father died, his former subordinates left one after another, and the power that originally dominated one side was wiped out in an instant, and even the cost of his father's funeral still had to be sponsored by a few people who had friends with his father. As for the later establishment of Feng Teng, it was completely self-made, and he fought with his fists in the ridicule, squeeze, bullying, and rejection of others. Everyone has a time when they are poor, everyone has a time when they are helpless, I can't, I won't, forget it, wait, these words are not a reason for us to escape, you can not, you can be afraid, you can be cowardly, but time and opportunity do not wait for you, you must rush forward, without hesitation, although you will be injured and bleed, but you will find that when you have experienced a rain of bullets, you will get a new life.

"He is different from you, you worked hard with the master at that time, you are no longer the same as ordinary people, you are better than them, not everyone can achieve your achievements from scratch when there is nothing. Mr. Feng, you should rest first, and when you rest and rest, it will be too late. Zhong Bo stopped Qiao Feng from continuing to speak, he was too weak now, he needed to rest well, if he didn't rest, it would really hurt his body. Zhong Bo helped Qiao Feng cover the quilt, adjusted the temperature in the room, and then walked out.

"Tell me about the situation, and to be honest, I want to hear the truth now." After Zhong Bo walked out of Qiao Feng's ward, he went directly to Dr. Lu, and began to ask Qiao Feng's true physical condition straightforwardly.

"The condition has not improved, it is normal to wake up this time, and now the condition has basically stabilized, if it is not fundamentally cured, it will definitely deteriorate, but the time of deterioration is uncertain, but at the latest three months, the condition will definitely deteriorate." Dr. Lu said honestly and gave a specific time.

"So is there a cure now? I want to be feasible, don't give me some possible surgical options. After hearing this, Uncle Zhong nodded and continued to ask.

"Well, that's right, Mr. Feng's situation is relatively special now, and the number of organ failures is relatively large, so it is impossible to perform all surgical transplants, Mr. Feng will definitely not be able to bear it, and we can't find so many healthy organs quickly. Therefore, we can only carry out conservative drug treatment, and the effect of the treatment is certainly not the best, but at least it can prolong the time of the total life of Maple."

Syllable! Before Dr. Lu could finish speaking, Uncle Zhong's hand had already fallen on Dr. Lu's face, and soon a red handprint appeared, and Dr. Lu was stunned for a moment, looking at Uncle Zhong with straight eyes, as if he didn't understand why Uncle Zhong was doing this.

"Bastard! Is that what you should say? You eat and drink all day long, and when it's time to really use you, will you only say things like this? Tell you, the plan I want to cure Mr. Feng is not this kind of plan! Zhong Bo said angrily, especially Dr. Lu's last sentence, which completely angered Zhong Bo, this was clearly a death date for Qiao Feng, how could Zhong Bo not be angry?

"Steward Zhong, wait a minute, let's not do it yet, listen to me make it clear." Just when Zhong Bo was about to slap it for the second time, suddenly a voice sounded next to him, stopping Zhong Bo, and Zhong Bo immediately turned his head to see who dared to come and stop him.

"Anderson, why are you here? Why don't you come when Feng is always sick? When Zhong Bo saw it, it turned out to be Anderson, who replaced Shermi some time ago, and at this time he was standing there in a white coat with some documents in his hand, talking to Zhong Bo in broken Chinese.

"Steward Zhong, I have seen Mr. Qiao Feng's condition, and this plan was also made by me, and I handed this plan to Dr. Lu." Anderson explained.

"What do you say? Did you do this program? Then I'll tell you, take it back for me and redo it, don't tell me, Mr. Feng's illness can't even be cured by you. Zhong Bo picked up the treatment plan from Dr. Lu's desk and walked over to Anderson, slapping it on Anderson's chest. Because Anderson's status is still much higher than that of Dr. Lu, Uncle Zhong did not treat Anderson like he treated Dr. Lu, but his attitude was also very bad.

"Steward Zhong, the only cure for this disease is organ transplantation, and I can ensure 100% success of this surgery, but we can't get organs, so this is the problem." Anderson was not angry, and said as he took the file that Zhong Bo slapped on his chest in his hand.

"Organs? You say I can't get an organ? This may be true in other places, but with Feng Teng's ability, I don't think it's difficult. Zhong Bo sneered, a few organs are difficult to Feng Teng, it can be said politely, if Qiao Feng needs organs, then Zhong Bo can get hundreds of them to pick at will.

"I haven't finished talking yet, Mr. Qiao Feng's bloodiness is RH negative, this kind of bloodiness is very rare, if you want to find an RH negative blood, a healthy man around 20-30 years old, and he has to be willing to donate, it is possible, but this probability is too small." Anderson shook his head and said, if it weren't for the rarity of blood types, organ transplantation, which is a trivial operation for Anderson, would not be difficult for Anderson at all.

"RH negative? How rare is it? "Zhong Bo doesn't particularly understand medical issues, so he can't understand how rare it is.

"At present, the latest, statistics, the whole world, only 0.8 percent of the people, is this blood type, that is to say, there are only a few million people in China, according to China, the proportion of men and women, this number will be reduced by 6 percent, throw away the sick, the old, too young, then there may only be more than one million, and these people are distributed in the vast land of China, and no one is willing to donate organs." Anderson patiently explained to Zhong Bo, and also listed specific figures.

"This" Uncle Zhong listened to Anderson's introduction, and his previous aggressive posture suddenly withered, and he couldn't find the words to refute it.

"And, it also has to be taken into account, a matter of time. The later, the worse. After Anderson thought about it, he added, probably Anderson didn't know what it meant to add fuel to the fire.

"So what now? can only look at Mr. Feng "After listening to what Anderson said, Zhong Bo's eyes dimmed, so it seems that the hope of finding a suitable organ is already very slim, not only is the number of people small, but also must be secretly searched, otherwise it will be known by Hua Teng, and it will definitely be secretly blocked, let alone be found.

"However, I know a person with RH negative blood, just like Mr. Qiao Feng." Just when he extinguished Zhong Bo's hope with his own hands, Anderson lit another lamp for Zhong Bo.

"Who?!" Zhong Bo raised his head instantly, looked at Anderson and asked, Zhong Bo seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and his voice trembled a little.

"His name is, Zheng, Hua, Long." Anderson said word for word.