As soon as he turned on his phone, a lot of text messages rushed in, vibrating constantly, making his hands numb.

The speed of the phone seemed to be slowing down because of the constant incoming text messages. Yan Chen waited for all the text messages to come in before opening his inbox.

There are many push notification text messages that are missed calls. Looking at the last number of the number, fortunately, he usually doesn't save people's numbers and identifies them by the last number, so now that he has changed his mobile phone, he can still recognize these.

Who had the number? I recognized several of them from Zhuang Ze and a few from Fang Qin.

There were several other text messages, which were text messages. Two of them were sent by Zhuang Ze. Zhuang Ze was obviously a little worried and a little anxious.

"What exactly is going on? Why didn't you tell me before? If I had known you were sick, why would I have asked you to work hard to make money? Although I am a businessman, I still have a conscience!"

"Why is the phone not working? I told you that your broken phone should have been laid off long ago!"

"I have asked Fang Qin to cancel your recent schedule. You can be admitted to the hospital for treatment with peace of mind. You can be treated as you want. Although I can't count this as your work injury...but if you have any financial problems, just talk to me.

"

Zhuang Ze is indeed a businessman, but Yan Chen has been in contact with him so many times, so it is not difficult to realize that, just like Zhuang Ze said to himself before, a gentleman loves money in a proper way. In fact, although he is

He is a businessman, but he is still kind at heart. It is not difficult to see his concern and kindness from these text messages.

After Yan Chen closed Zhuang Ze's text message, he opened another text message. His expression was still calm. He just looked at the text message on the screen. His eyes were slightly dim. He also recognized that number.

"Chenchen, my mother has returned to China and wants to see you. I can't spare the time to come over to see you. Please come back when you have time. Your father's birthday is coming soon. By the way, my mother will ask a friend to introduce you to some young girls. You

You're not young anymore, don't let mom worry, fall in love and get married as soon as possible, don't play anymore."

Although I have long been accustomed to my mother's attitude in text messages and phone calls, I still can't help but feel a little lower every time I see her.

This is my mother, but it seems that since I was a child, I have never felt much about the warmth of family. When I was a child, I was picked up and dropped off by a nanny when I went to and from school. Later, when I grew up and could take care of myself, I was picked up by a driver.

Even the parent-teacher conferences are attended by servants at home. From the performances when I was a child, to the notices of punishment for my rebellion when I grew up, the servants all attend.

The father's reputation is too big, the mother's business is too busy, and the relationship between the couple is so subtle that they seem to be inseparable.

Yan Chen didn't even know what it was like to have a family together. In order to be busy with business, his mother traveled around the country and abroad all year round. She rarely stayed at home for too long. Even if she didn't go out for a short period of time, she still had a lot of social activities to attend to. It was very

There are a lot of company matters to deal with.

The father seemed to pay more attention to his students than his son. He spent a lot of time teaching at the university and spent his off hours writing in the study or busy with some academic issues.

Even if his parents live under the same roof for a period of time every year, they still feel like strangers living under the same roof, and the topic he hears the most is his mother occasionally insinuating about those fathers back then.

Something with another woman.

As for the atmosphere…

He would rather shut himself in his room and listen to hardcore rock and hardcore rap.

He has never felt the word harmony in his own home, and he has never experienced any kind of harmonious atmosphere.

So later on, he gave up hope in these things. Family... to him was just a childhood nightmare and a dispensable concept in adulthood.

So in fact, even Yan Chen himself doesn't know that sometimes his playful behavior, loving to play games and playing things that logically should not be played at this age, is actually psychologically to make up for what he did when he was young.

It’s just the ones you didn’t get.

And when I became an adult, every time I went back, it was either because my mother had been on a business trip abroad for a long time and would go back when she came back, or it was because it was a family anniversary for those who just made superficial efforts.

For example, if the parents need to entertain guests on their wedding anniversary, as an only son, it is impossible for him not to be there, or it may be his mother's birthday or his father's birthday.

Moreover, the text messages he received were either from his mother asking him to go back, or his mother's secretary called him to tell him that her mother wanted him to go back.

And so on, she has never taken the initiative to visit him, or has she? But the number of times has been so few that he can't even remember whether it was a visit or not, and he is too lazy to delve deeper from his memory.

That's why the last time Yan Xinran came to see him, he didn't know how to deal with it. He didn't even know how to deal with his parents.

His eyes just stayed on the text message sent by his mother, and the expression on his face was so quiet, with no trace of sadness or joy, and then his fingers finally moved and he exited the text message.

He directly chose another one. It was a number that he had stored in his mobile phone card and in his mobile phone. It was Ji Ruoyu's number. The text message Ji Ruoyu sent was very simple, "I'll be here at noon. Don't forget to eat in the morning."

The time on the phone showed that it was already past nine o'clock and almost ten o'clock. Yan Chen looked at this text message and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. Then he looked at the breakfast on the dining table. He had no appetite at first.

, seems to have gained an appetite now.

I quickly walked into the bathroom to wash up, then sat down at the dining table and started eating my breakfast in small bites and slowly.

At this moment, Ji Ruoyu was sitting in the doctor's office in the private hospital, and Liang Xun was sitting opposite her, with solemn expressions on their faces.

"So what you're saying is that with Yan Chen's current condition, transplantation is the only way to go?"

Ji Ruoyu frowned tightly, looked into Liang Xun's eyes, and asked seriously. She actually planned to come over and ask for more information, so that she could ask Lu Qingfan. After all, in her opinion, Lu Qingfan was in her

field, absolutely the best.

Liang Xun didn't nod. In fact, he couldn't be so sure. "With transplantation, the prognosis is better, because with conservative treatment, we can only control and then recuperate. It is difficult to say that it will be cured. But Yan Chen is still young. He will be in the future."

There are still many years to live. If transplanted, the survival rate has reached 75%.

, and if the transplant is successful, the quality of life in the future will be greatly improved. However, there is no organ resource sharing network in China, and for a relative transplant, he only has two parents and they are both older. Even if he really wants a transplant, his mother

The blood types are inconsistent and my father has suffered from deep vein thrombosis, so he cannot be a donor."

When Ji Ruoyu heard this, there was a trace of struggle in his eyes, and then the struggle slowly turned into determination.

"What if a donor is found? If the surgery is performed abroad, will the chance of success be higher?"

[Author's digression]: Here are four chapters. There is an additional chapter left, which I will add when I get home in the afternoon. Since I stayed up late to finish the manuscript, everyone can read the four chapters when they get up early in the morning.
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