The patient's condition is not good.

Since Song Zicheng mentioned it briefly at dinner last time, or perhaps Lu Zhiyan was too busy with her internship, the two only met twice in more than half a month. In those two short meetings, Song Zicheng could immediately see Lu Zhiyan's haggard and tired face and her eyes full of worries.

Song Zicheng had just heated up a cup of milk and was about to take it to Lu Zhiyan when the study door was half-open, revealing a narrow crack through which beams of light seeped, illuminating Song Zicheng's slender fingers that were about to knock.

"It's been more than half a month, and you still haven't found Li Bin?" Lu Zhiyan's angry voice rang out at this moment. Song Zicheng's slightly clenched and bent fingers paused in the air. He leaned forward and turned his body to try his best to hear the contents of the conversation.

The study remained silent for as long as the person on the other end of the phone spoke, but no matter how Song Zicheng stood, he couldn't hear a single word from the other end. Even so, he had a premonition, and his hand holding the glass tightened unconsciously.

"Lu Zhize?" After a long while, Lu Zhiyan blurted out, his voice filled with doubt and surprise, "It's him again. My brother, he's really unexpected. Why does he always have to meddle in everything?"

Lu Zhiyan sighed deeply, then said, "We must find Li Bin within three days. Send someone to keep an eye on Lu Zhize and report to me immediately if anything happens. Also, agree to whatever conditions the doctor asks for."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhiyan casually tossed his phone onto the sofa next to him and lay down on it. Two minutes later, Song Zicheng knocked on the door. The first thing he saw when he entered was Lu Zhiyan with his arm on his forehead, looking very preoccupied.

"Is the work this difficult?" Song Zicheng asked as he handed over the milk.

Lu Zhiyan got up from the sofa and gulped down the milk in a few mouthfuls. After finishing, he put his head on Song Zicheng's lap, slowly closed his eyes, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice: "Hmm, it is a bit troublesome."

If Song Zicheng had only a 5% chance of believing what Lu Zhize said before, he would now have a 50% chance. Song Zicheng's fingers slowly stroked Lu Zhize's soft hair, but his sharp eyes were fixed on a certain spot in front of him, secretly plotting something in his mind.

"Hello Dr. Dong, this is Zicheng." After returning to his room, Song Zicheng thought long and hard before making the call.

"Zicheng, it's been a long time. What's up?"

"It's nothing important, I just wanted to ask if there's any news about a bone marrow match for Zi'an."

After I finished asking the question, there was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone. "Oh, we are following up on this matter urgently. We will let you know as soon as there is any progress. There is no news yet, but don't worry, I believe there will be results soon."

Song Zicheng gave a wry smile: "Okay, thank you, Dr. Dong."

September in Beijing hadn't quite escaped the summer heat. Even at night, there wasn't that crisp, clear autumn temperature; instead, the night wind carried the daytime heat. After being in air conditioning for so long, Song Zicheng had a headache. He opened the window and breathed in the fresh air, and his mind gradually cleared.

It seems that everything Lu Zhize said was true. Li Bin is now missing. Lu Zhiyan sent people to search for him for half a month but there was still no result. As for the doctor he mentioned, although he did not say it explicitly, Song Zicheng guessed that the doctor was most likely the one who performed the surgery on Song Zian.

He carefully considered the current situation, which was quite unfavorable. However, Song Zicheng scoffed at Lu Zhize's suggestion to steal Lu Zhiyan's documents and didn't take it seriously. Song Zian's condition was currently stable, and there was plenty of time to wait for Lu Zhiyan to arrange everything before performing surgery on Zian.

Time passed by, and in these two seemingly peaceful and calm weeks, undercurrents were surging and undercurrents were brewing, and a shocking storm was about to break.

A storm is brewing.

On this day of his monthly check-up, Song Zicheng picked up his medication from the hospital pharmacy window as usual. The hospital was packed with people this morning, a huge crowd. Just as Song Zicheng was about to turn at the end of the corridor, a burly man bumped into him.

The man was tall and strong. The sudden collision almost knocked Song Zicheng to the ground. Song Zicheng staggered backward, barely managing to steady himself by bracing himself against the wall behind him. However, the plastic bag containing the medicine in his hand fell to the ground. The loose knot on the bag came undone, and the medicine boxes inside scattered all over the ground.

"Excuse me, sir, are you alright?" The man wearing a mask and hat, whose face was obscured, reached out to help Song Zicheng.

"fine."

The two men squatted down and picked up the medicine boxes from the ground. The man handed two or three medicine boxes to Song Zicheng and said sincerely apologetically, "I was in such a hurry that I didn't notice at all. I'm so sorry, sir."

Song Zicheng picked up the bag again, shook his head, said it was nothing, and then disappeared at the end of the corridor. The tall man was still standing there, turning back to stare at Song Zicheng's back, his eyes narrowed slightly, then he pulled his hat down and quickly disappeared from sight.

"Mr. Lu, Li Bin has been found. Lu Zhize has arranged for him to stay in a small hotel in Switzerland. According to him, he lost everything gambling and then signed a contract to sell himself into servitude. Sure enough, the mastermind behind this is Lu Zhize." Cui Junyu, who was far away in Switzerland, said anxiously on the phone.

"President Lu, we also discovered that the information about Li Bin was actually deliberately leaked by Lu Zhize..."

“I understand,” Lu Zhiyan interrupted him. “This matter ends here. I will handle the rest personally. You find someone to keep an eye on Li Bin and increase manpower to contact Huber as soon as possible.”

Lu Zhiyan, who hadn't smoked for several days, was in a state of turmoil. He pulled a cigarette from the pack with a "click," and the dim light of the lighter illuminated his worried brows even more clearly. With a long exhale, the white smoke rose into the air and then disappeared, revealing deep, dull eyes hidden behind the smoke. In all these years, this was one of the few times Lu Zhiyan had felt such loss and melancholy since the incident with Fang Ruyi. This matter was indeed extremely troublesome.

Most things in this world don't go as planned. Even if you pray fervently and think about it every day, reality can still give you a solid, unexpected, and harsh slap in the face. Neither you nor I are God; we are just ordinary people among the masses. Even if you have immense power and wealth, what good is it? Not everything can go as planned or as you wish.

On an ordinary day, Song Zicheng was listening to an old teacher's class at the back of the classroom when his silent cell phone suddenly started vibrating. This sound was different from the other phone calls he usually heard; it was the ringtone he had specially set for Song Zian. Ignoring the impoliteness, Song Zicheng frowned, quietly walked out the back door, and answered the call.

The moment the call connected, all that could be heard was Song Zian's weak and feeble "Brother," followed by silence.

"Zi'an, Zi'an." Song Zicheng sensed something was wrong. His once calm heart was pounding wildly, and his hand holding the phone was trembling violently. The moment he dialed 120, Song Zicheng's voice changed, and he said anxiously, "In XX Community, Room 413, a seven-year-old child with leukemia has fainted. The situation is very urgent. Please come quickly."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zicheng rushed out immediately. Because he was running too fast, he didn't see a rather large pebble on the ground and stepped on it. He fell heavily to the ground instantly. Ignoring the pain, he immediately stood up and hailed a taxi to rush back.

It wasn't rush hour yet, and there weren't many cars on the road. Song Zicheng was anxious and restless. He gripped the back of the seat tightly with both hands and urged with a troubled expression, "Driver, please drive faster, faster."

The ambulance arrived earlier than Song Zicheng. When Song Zicheng rushed to the affiliated hospital, Song Zian was being treated in the emergency room. The door to the emergency room was tightly closed. Song Zicheng did not know what was happening inside. He could only clench his fists and press them against his forehead, praying fervently, anxiously, and helplessly for God's blessing.

As soon as Lu Zhiyan stepped out of the elevator, he saw Song Zicheng crouching against the wall, shivering, helpless, weak, and pitiful. He paused, frowned, and then slowly walked over, kneeling on one knee for support. He gently patted Song Zicheng's hand, which was icy cold in the sweltering summer heat.

After a long while, Song Zicheng finally raised his head in a daze. His eyes were filled with fear, worry and panic as he looked at Lu Zhiyan. The moment he looked up, the tears that had been welling up in his eyes could no longer be controlled and rolled down his cheeks.

Seeing Song Zicheng like this, Lu Zhiyan felt extremely distressed. It was as if the tears falling were not drops of water, but sharp daggers, one after another, stabbing into his heart, causing him unbearable pain and making him feel like he was suffocating. He pulled Song Zicheng into his arms and hugged him tightly, gently patting his back while comforting him, "It's okay, it's okay, Zian will be alright."

When Jiang Yuebai arrived, the emergency room door was still closed. Although she was very anxious, when she saw Song Zicheng sitting helplessly in a chair with vacant and lifeless eyes, she couldn't bring herself to say what was on her mind. She forced herself to remain calm and sat down next to Song Zicheng without saying a word, just sitting there quietly.

When Lu Zhiyan returned after making the call, Jiang Yuebai frowned upon seeing him for the first time, a hint of surprise, astonishment, and doubt flashing in her eyes. Lu Zhiyan, of course, noticed her gaze, and the moment their eyes met, he nodded to her.

The three of them waited quietly outside the door. After what seemed like an eternity, the emergency room door finally opened. Song Zicheng, who had been looking completely distraught, immediately got up and went over upon hearing the noise, his voice trembling as he asked, "Doctor, how is Zi'an?"

"The patient's condition is critical; the illness has suddenly worsened, and a bone marrow transplant is urgently needed."

Upon hearing this, Song Zicheng's legs went weak, and he staggered backward, as if a great calamity was about to befall him. Fortunately, Lu Zhiyan reacted quickly and caught him from behind, preventing him from falling to the ground.

"Understood, doctor," Lu Zhiyan replied.