Late at night. A small private hospital with a low-key exterior but a luxurious interior is brightly lit at the moment.

"Fortunately, I was not dishonored. The source of the lungs was found. A doctor in a white coat put down the phone in his hand and smiled.

"Great!" The middle-aged woman gently shook the old lady beside her: "Mom, do you hear me?" Changtai, he's saved! ”

"Thank the Lord for your blessing!" The old lady stood up, clenched the cross in her hand, and drew a cross on her chest:

"With the strength you have given us, we don't know how to retreat. Glory and praise be to you forever! ”

The middle-aged woman glanced at the man lying on the bed, still struggling to breathe under the blessing of the ventilator, and her face showed pity.

She thought for a moment, and then asked the doctor:

"Doctor Geng, how long will it take for the lung source to arrive? My husband is working so hard that I'm afraid he won't be able to wait too long. ”

"Rest assured. People will arrive soon. When the time comes, the two surgeries will be done together to ensure that things will not be delayed. ”

"Two surgeries?" The woman was puzzled.

A slightly mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Dr. Geng's mouth.

"Mrs. Bao. You're paying $5 million to get the freshest source of lungs, right? ”

"Yes."

"You also know that the lung source is much more scarce than the kidney source now, and if you take the normal route, how many people can't wait for several years."

"Yes, but Changtai was poisoned by that black-hearted person, let alone a few years, he couldn't wait for a few more days. That's why we found you - I heard that you have a lot of ways to go. ”

"yes. You're right for me. Doctor Geng nodded: "No, have you found it now?" ”

"I'll take it off here in a while, and I'll put it on for Mr. Bao right away—as for the rest, why do you care so much."

The woman seemed to realize something, her eyes widened in an instant, and she opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

At this time, the old lady spoke: "Daughter-in-law, you have to support your temperament." ”

"You just sit here and wait, watch more, ask less, and let the doctor do it. The Lord is with us, and all that 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 before, when she transferred here, she already had a certain psychological preparation, knowing that the lung source she got here must be different from the ordinary way.

But when the other party shows it so vaguely, she still feels a little uncomfortable.

Sure enough, just like my mother-in-law said, my temperament is still not calm enough to bear the matter.

After another forty minutes, there was a knock on the door. Two dusty men walked in and nodded to Dr. Geng.

The latter immediately said: "The donor has arrived." The transplant can be done right away. ”

The middle-aged woman helped the old lady to stand up and asked, "Is there really an 80% chance of a successful operation?" ”

Dr. Geng laughed, his white teeth shining coldly in the light: "Don't worry, even considering the postoperative rejection, the five-year survival rate is also 60 percent." ”

The middle-aged woman nodded: "Then I'll trouble you." ”

"You paid a high price, and I will do my best." As Dr. Geng spoke, he moved the bed for Bao Changtai with the other two.

"Doctor Geng, there's one more question." The middle-aged woman hesitated and asked, "What will happen to the person who provided the lung source?" ”

"You know it well, so why bother asking this question and adding to the trouble?" Dr. Geng said and walked out with the person pushing the cart.

The middle-aged woman wanted to chase her out and say something, but she was stopped by the old lady.

This time, there was obvious dissatisfaction on her face.

"It was the Lord who sent that offering here, and I wanted him to save Changtai. You're sad here, what's going on? Don't you want Changtai to be good? ”

"Mom, I am, I just thought, that's also a human life!"

"Huh." The old lady laughed: "The Lord has divided the sheep from the goats and put them on both sides—the righteous will get what they deserve, and the wicked will do something to atone for their sins." ”

"Everything is arranged for the best, everything is destiny." Her expression was calm and serene, which made the middle-aged woman gradually relax.

"It's me who wants to be left." She said, "In the future, I won't be so weak. ”

The door was pushed open with a bang, and a man in his early twenties rushed in.

"Grandma, Mom, where's my dad?" Bao Shaokang glanced at the empty bed and asked suspiciously.

"Just got into the operating room." The woman said, "The source of the lungs has been found"

"So fast?" Bao Shaokang has also learned more or less about the difficulties in the past few days, and naturally he will not take it for granted.

"Where did this lung come from?" He asked.

The woman stopped talking. But the old lady said bluntly: "Shaokang is my grandson, and the Bao family will rely on him to take the helm in the future, and there is no need to hide this kind of thing." ”

"Just what you think. If someone buys, someone sells. You and I are willing, and we are all happy. ”

"It's not a donation, someone sold it voluntarily?" Bao Shaokang was stunned for a moment: "Milk, you make it clear." These lungs are no better than anything else, and if they are sold, they will not be able to live. ”

"So what?" The old lady's face was full of disapproval: "The process is not important, the important thing is the result." Now your dad has been harmed like this by that vicious person, no matter how much money he pays, he has to save his life. ”

"Or do you not 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 grandmother." ”

Bao Shaokang did not apologize. His expression was tangled and complicated, and he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth again, and rushed out like a gust of wind as he came.

in the operating room. An eighteen- or nineteen-year-old boy was lying on the operating table without knowing anything, and the shadowless lamp hit him straight in the chest.

On the other side, Bao Changtai's eyes widened, desperately trying to say something, but the ulcerated mouth and digestive tract made him unable to say a word.

When everything was ready, Dr. Geng lifted the scalpel.

Suddenly, the blaring horn of a police car sounded, alarming the occupants of the house.

"Quick, move quickly!" Dr. Geng and the others hurriedly pushed the boy out, but were arrested by the police who rushed in.

When the dust settled, Bao Shaokang looked at his father, who was having more and more difficult breathing, and his grandmother and mother, who were full of reproach, and sighed deeply.

"Grandma, Mommy, Daddy." He said: "The boy was not voluntary, he was beaten unconscious and taken captive. ”