Chapter 4 proves that maybe I can even take advantage of Mr. Wen's incense. ...
Wen Xun and Shen Yuchuan met at the entrance of the alley where Bian Ling rented a house. They obviously had not expected that there was such a dilapidated community hidden behind the bustling street scene in Beijing. When they stood at the door and knocked, they even suspected that they had come to the wrong place.
The only window in the dark and damp semi-basement not only cannot be opened, but may not even be as big as a computer monitor. The space of less than ten square meters is completely visible. For two people from wealthy families, this kind of living environment is unbearable even to imagine.
So at this moment, when he met Bian Ling's eyes, Shen Yuchuan was a little afraid to look him in the eye. Even though he knew that Bian Ling's mistaken abduction had nothing to do with him, he couldn't help but feel guilty at this moment: "My name... is Shen Yuchuan. I'm your biological brother. Are you feeling okay now?"
Anemia, malnutrition, hypoglycemia, compared with the rosy-faced Xi'an, Bian Ling in front of him was too thin and pale.
"I see, you've seen it all. I'm having a very hard time." Even though Bian Ling was lying on the hospital bed, his attack power was extremely strong. "Not only am I too poor to eat, I'm almost out of a place to live. Did you see the phone next to the bed? It's hard to even call for help. So, since I'm so pitiful, can you, the Shen family, please stop looking for me? I don't have time to play some hypocritical recognition games with you."
Wen Xun glanced at Shen Yuchuan, who was almost drowned in guilt, and thought that in Bian Ling's heart, the Shen family was the one that was truly exiled to Lingnan. He suddenly became curious about what happened during the family reunion yesterday that made Bian Ling so resistant to the Shen family.
But in reality, Bian Ling simply found the Shen family troublesome. He wasn't against them; he simply didn't like them. For him, if he liked something, he'd do whatever it took to get it, and if he didn't like something, he wouldn't even bother looking at it. The Shen family was just like that.
"I……"
"Mr. Shen, please don't tell lies that are so high-sounding that you don't even believe them. If your family really valued me, I wouldn't have met Mr. Wen yesterday."
Shen Yuchuan couldn't stand it anymore, so he put down a bank card and left in a hurry.
After everyone closed the door and left, Wen Xun spoke: "Actually, Shen Yuchuan is a good person, but he doesn't have much business skills. I heard that he had other aspirations at the beginning, but Shen Jianghai didn't allow it. Given the current situation of the Shen family, if you want, you may take over the Shen family's Rongshan Group."
"Why? Mr. Wen wants to help me seize the family property? One year isn't enough time."
Wen Xun was so angry that he laughed: "Do you have to remind me again and again that I don't have a year to live?" No matter how optimistic and stable his mood was, he would feel unhappy after hearing it.
"I'm just helping Mr. Wen with desensitization treatment. Since you're not going to gamble, Mr. Wen will definitely hear this often in the future." Bian Ling reached out and took a fruit from the basket next to him. After more than ten years in the apocalypse, he was already a little confused about the types of fruits. He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while before asking, "How do you eat this?"
Wen Xun's eyes held a hint of pity. "This is wax apple. You can eat it directly. It's good for replenishing water. But the doctor said you haven't eaten in a while. It's best to wait for my assistant to come back with the porridge and drink it first."
"Oh." Bian Ling took a bite and found it a little bitter, not as good as yesterday's tomatoes. "It's unpalatable."
"If you continue to abuse your body like this, you might end up ahead of me."
"Then please help me buy a cemetery plot, Mr. Wen. I don't have any money."
Wen Xun pointed to the bank card left by Shen Yuchuan next to him: “You just got money.”
"Oh, right. I'll go see the cemetery when I'm discharged from the hospital." Bian Ling took another bite of the wax apple. "Do you want to buy one together? We can live in the same underworld community if we buy one together. When I die, maybe I can even enjoy Mr. Wen's incense and food."
"Don't you feel unwilling?" Looking at Bian Ling who had no qualms about life and death, Wen Xun finally couldn't help but speak. He was obviously the biological son of the Shen family. If he was not adopted by mistake, the young man in front of him should at least grow up in wealth without worries about food and clothing, instead of being bullied and growing up in a sloppy way like now.
"Mr. Wen, please put away your overflowing sympathy. There are many people in this world who have suffered. Bian Ling does not need anyone's sympathy." The original owner was able to walk out of the mountains, continue studying even after his college entrance examination scores were snatched away, and even had a clear plan for the future. Although the original owner lived a miserable life, it did not mean that he needed others' pity.
At this moment, the system suddenly came online:
[Host, my suggestion is not to use the money given by the Shen family.]
"Well, your suggestion is good, but I won't take it."
[Host, you should be more courageous! ]
"Will the Shen family's money bite you?"
[The original host, Bian Ling, died of depression because he returned to the Shen family. If you want to change your life, the best way is to cut off your connection with the Shen family at the source. Host, do you not agree with me?]
"I don't agree."
【Why? 】
"Because it's always others who avoid me, never me who avoids others."
The system suddenly lost its voice again. It was obvious that it still could not understand the behavior of this new host.
Just then, Wen Xun's assistant came back with some porridge, probably at Wen Xun's request. There was even a new mobile phone. Bian Ling removed the SIM card and put it in. He finally had some interest in studying the mobile phones in this world.
"Thank you, Mr. Wen, for the new phone."
"So in return, could you answer a question for me?"
"sure."
"Why do you think I gave up on the bet with you?"
"You haven't given up yet?" Bian Ling looked up in surprise. "Mr. Wen doesn't seem like such a crazy person."
It turns out you know how outrageous your words are. Wen Xun didn't know why he felt strangely relieved. He wasn't married yet, so why did he suddenly feel like he was going to be a father? "So yesterday, you were just framing me to get me to look into your background?"
"What's there to check about my background? What I said is, of course, the truth." This porridge is good, better than the nutrient solution.
Wen Xun, who hadn't given up hope to begin with, asked, "Are you serious?"
"Of course, there's no need for me to lie to a dying person. Mr. Wen, you're not a fool. Why would I lie to you about this?"
Since being diagnosed, Wen Xun has been seen by experts both at home and abroad. He even consulted the most advanced cancer research laboratories abroad. However, anyone with a little medical knowledge knows that cancer is essentially the abnormal proliferation of cells caused by gene mutations, and the human body itself has the function of clearing abnormal cells. However, when the immune surveillance function declines, immune escape will occur, thus forming a tumor. Once the tumor worsens, it will spread and metastasize, thus completely defeating a person's body.
To put it bluntly, cancer cells are like viruses that cannot be detected by antivirus software. Cancer laboratories around the world are researching targeted antivirus software that can kill cancer cells, that is, targeted drugs. However, although there are many targeted drugs now, they can only inhibit tumor growth and cannot completely cure it.
There are almost no symptoms in the early stages of gastric cancer, and the course of the disease is faster than he imagined. In his case, even surgical removal of the tumor, combined with radiotherapy and targeted drugs, can only prolong his life, and may even be accompanied by severe pain in the later stages.
After Wen Xun was diagnosed, he tried hard to accept this reality calmly, but every time he thought about it, he still fell into unfathomable fear. When a person's life enters a definite countdown, any absurd solution is enough to attract his attention.
It was also the first time that Wen Xun realized that he was so afraid of death.
"Well, can you prove it to me?"
Radiation sickness in the apocalypse is more common among ordinary people who have too much contact with zombies. If an ordinary person keeps zombies for a long time, he will be diagnosed with radiation sickness within three years. This is because the zombie virus not only exists in the zombie bodies, but also escapes. It can be said that every zombie is a small mobile radiation source. People with special abilities can be immune to radiation because of their strong physical bodies, but ordinary people have fragile bodies and low immune functions, and of course they cannot resist the zombie virus for a long time.
To a certain extent, cancer cells are like inferior zombie viruses that have been diluted countless times. They lurk in the human body and slowly erode human health when immune surveillance decreases. Once the zombie virus enters the body, it will quickly erupt, devouring all vitality in the human body in a short period of time, thereby controlling the human body and forming zombies.
Because of this commonality, the base research institute conquered cancer at the fastest speed. This was of course due to the contributions of the psychics. Because while the psychics gained superpowers, their body functions were also further developed. Studies have shown that the immune systems of all psychics have undergone "unprecedented major updates." Cancer cells that were previously inaccessible to the immune system have also entered the virus library that can be selected. Under such circumstances, conquering cancer is naturally much simpler.
In fact, three years into the apocalypse, the base had announced an immune vaccine. The serum, collected from healing psychics, could give ordinary people a degree of resistance to radiation, including zombie radiation. Unfortunately, Bian Ling was only twelve at the time and couldn't afford the expensive vaccine. By the time he was able to receive it, the radiation had already begun to torment him.
Although there is no superpower serum in this world, since Bian Ling was able to develop the Dawn No. 1 drug that makes people immune to the zombie virus, it can be seen how deeply he has studied the zombie virus.
"What about your medical records?"
Wen Xun handed over the tablet next to him, which even contained a treatment plan provided by his attending physician.
Bian Ling quickly scrolled through the pages and asked, "Does Mr. Wen have a private laboratory?"
"...No, if I had known I would get sick, I might have created one earlier."
"Then go buy one, or borrow one. This is a problem you should solve, Mr. Wen." Bian Ling spoke without any burden, not feeling that there was anything wrong with his statement. "Oh, yes, you should know that I'm a recent college graduate. Although I studied bioengineering, I have neither medical qualifications nor the ability to conduct any human experiments. If Mr. Wen gives up now, it would be a wise decision."
Wen Xun: ...You're trying to retreat in order to advance?!
"But if I have a laboratory, I can prove the proof Mr. Wen wants."
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