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67: 067 Current Price

Assuming the identity of a future son-in-law, Jiang Chen went to speak with the attending physician.

The condition of Li Shuru’s father turned out to be even less optimistic than he had anticipated.

If a transplant surgery wasn’t performed, he might not last another month, and that was a conservative estimate.

Now, all medical measures were merely artificially prolonging his life, vying for time to find a heart match.

Yet, the waiting time for a donor heart was unpredictable.

Could Li Shuru’s father wait that long?

Jiang Chen figured that the mother and daughter had probably had enough time to talk by now, so he headed back to the ward, only to find an uninvited guest upon opening the door.

“Senior Jiang.”

Exactly.

Liang Zhenlun had actually come.

Jiang Chen remained unruffled as he shut the door.

“Why are you here?”

“I was at the hospital to visit a friend, and I saw Shu Rui’s car parked downstairs, so I gave her a call.

I didn’t expect Uncle to have had such a serious incident.”

Turning to Li Shuru, Jiang Chen saw her face calm, showing nothing out of the ordinary.

In front of Xue Mingqin, Jiang Chen naturally didn’t let on, cordially exchanging pleasantries with Liang Zhenlun as if they were friends.

Even Li Shuru started to admire his acting skills.

Had she not known the full story, it would have been hard for her to imagine there was such animosity between the two men.

“Auntie, Senior Jiang, Shu Rui, I’ve learned about Uncle’s illness.

Honestly, I have a friend whose relative works at the organ donation center, holding a not insignificant position.

Maybe, he might be able to offer some help.”

Upon hearing this, Xue Mingqin’s eyes instantly lit up with excitement, and even Li Shuru couldn’t help but ask, “Really?”

“Of course, it’s true,”

Liang Zhenlun said with a nod, “How about I go make a phone call to him right now?”

“Xiao Liang, that would really trouble you.”

Xue Mingqin quickly nodded her head in agreement.

“It’s just a small effort, I’ll step out for a bit.”

Liang Zhenlun took out his phone and exited the ward.

“Dongda truly lives up to its reputation as a top university; every student there is so outstanding.”

Xue Mingqin couldn’t contain her joy.

Jiang Chen merely smiled, without exposing Liang Zhenlun’s true colors, and gave a meaningful glance to Li Shuru, wondering if Liang Zhenlun’s visit was really a coincidence?

Li Shuru shook her head, indicating she had no idea.

Jiang Chen didn’t dwell on that issue.

Whether Liang Zhenlun had come to the hospital intentionally or not, if he truly could help, that was naturally a good thing.

As for the grievances between himself and Liang Zhenlun, they could be temporarily set aside.

“Xiao Jiang, why don’t you go and see what’s taking so long?

It’s been quite a while,”

Xue Mingqin was very anxious.

Now that the surgery fee was ready, the only thing missing was the heart.

Jiang Chen nodded, just about to head out when Liang Zhenlun, who had been on the phone for over ten minutes, came back in.

“How did it go?”

Jiang Chen asked.

“He said he can make it happen,”

Liang Zhenlun nodded.

“That’s wonderful!”

Xue Mingqin was visibly elated, “Xiao Liang, I really can’t thank you enough!”

Jiang Chen didn’t rush to be pleased; he noticed something off about Liang Zhenlun’s demeanor.

“Is there some kind of problem?”

Liang Zhenlun hesitated, seemingly harboring an unspeakable difficulty.

“Just say whatever it is,”

Li Shuru was also very anxious.

Facing the gaze of the three of them, Liang Zhenlun frowned and said, “It can be done, but to cut in line requires going through many connections, and there are many people to be taken care of.”

“Are you saying we need money?”

Jiang Chen went straight to the point.

“That’s right.”

Liang Zhenlun didn’t beat around the bush, nodding in acknowledgment.

“Why?”

Xue Mingqin was inexplicably puzzled, challenging, “Aren’t organs at the donation center donated by others for free?

Why would we still need to pay?”

“Auntie, the organs are indeed donated by others for free, but if you use them, you have to pay, and that’s even for jumping the queue.

The blood in the blood bank is also donated, but if you go to the hospital for a transfusion, can you do it for free?

It’s the same principle.”

This was the moment when Liang Zhenlun demonstrated great patience: “There are so many patients waiting for a heart transplant across the country, a day earlier or later might mean life or death.

The fact that money can make a difference is sometimes a blessing already, I’m afraid that what you really should fear is that there might not be a suitable heart available; then no matter how much money you have, it wouldn’t help.”

“How much money will it need?”

Xue Mingqin asked.

Liang Zhenlun looked at her and uttered an amount that was impossible to accept.

“Three million.”

Xue Mingqin’s face suddenly turned ashen.

Even Li Shuru found herself gasping for breath.

Withdrawing two million seemed easy enough, but it had already brought her close to her limit.

In her current account, there was just over six hundred thousand, a relatively large sum for an ordinary college student, or even an ordinary person, but it paled in comparison to three million.

“Are they robbing us?

We’re just ordinary people, where would we get that much money?!”

The rollercoaster of emotions caused Xue Mingqin to lose control.

Indeed, this woman had been under tremendous pressure recently, and she was reaching her breaking point.

“Auntie, I tried my best, but my friend said he couldn’t do anything either.

This is the going rate.”

Liang Zhenlun apologized.

The going rate.

What a chilling term.

It even sounded colder than the air in the hospital room.

“Going rate?

What is the going rate?

Is this some kind of business deal?”

“Mom, calm down.”

Li Shuru quickly took her mother’s hand and then said to Liang Zhenlun, “Thank you, you can go back now.

If we need anything, we will contact you.”

Liang Zhenlun nodded.

“Then I’ll be on my way.”

After giving polite nods to Jiang Chen and Xue Mingqin, the young master Liang turned and pulled open the door to leave,

“Three million, where can we get that much money?”

Xue Mingqin was distraught.

Their hometown was only a third or fourth-tier city, and house prices weren’t high.

Even if they sold their house, it wouldn’t be enough.

“Mom, we don’t necessarily have to jump the queue, we just need to wait for our turn,”

Li Shuru tried to comfort her.

At those words, Xue Mingqin showed a complex and bitter smile.

“Rui Rui, you’re still young, there are things that you don’t quite understand.

Yes, we can wait patiently for our turn, but how do you know others won’t ‘jump the queue’?

If we can’t afford this price, there will always be people who can.”

Li Shuru was startled.

She was indeed more mature than her peers, but she had yet to truly step into society and, even though she had some understanding of its rules, it was just the tip of the iceberg.

Jiang Chen looked toward the man on the bed.

The world never knew equality.

He could comprehend Xue Mingqin’s feelings at that moment.

The most desperate thing is not the absence of hope, but the inability to grasp it despite its presence.

In this hospital, every day countless people, due to poverty, could only watch their loved ones depart, some even opting to abandon treatment to avoid burdening their families further.

A line in a particular movie described it poignantly.

There’s only one kind of illness in the world.

It’s the sickness of being poor.