Wang Yun and several relatives and friends were looking anxious and sad when suddenly Lin Kun's voice came from above their heads. Several people raised their heads at the same time to follow the sound, their eager eyes as if they saw a life-saving straw in despair, but
Wang Yun's face immediately turned gloomy, and his eyes that were originally full of hope and longing suddenly turned cold.
Lin Kun knew that in his heart Wang Yun must not like to see him because of Min Hong. He smiled at the relatives and friends of the Tong family, turned around and said to the nurse with a smile: "What is the probability of that blood sample you just mentioned?"
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The nurse said: "It's only about 45%."
Lin Kun smiled and nodded: "That means, if I can call a hundred people, I will definitely have matching blood samples."
The nurse smiled and said, "Theoretically, that's the case." But she was thinking, was he kidding? Why did he find so many people at once? Even if they did, most of the people in the hospital would already be there.
After work, it still takes a long time to collect blood samples and conduct blood tests. By the time everything is ready and a matching blood sample is found, the patient may have died of excessive blood loss.
What the nurse thought of, Lin Kun also thought of. After making a call to Jiang Yeli, he asked the nurse, "How long will it take for a hundred people to come here to confirm the blood sample?"
The nurse said: "It's already off-duty time now. The blood bank and the nursing department are both under-staffed. It's conservatively estimated that it will take seven or eight hours, which is the fastest."
Lin Kun frowned and said, "Can the patient wait that long?"
The nurse shook her head silently. Lin Kun took a deep breath, smiled and said thank you to the nurse, turned around and walked towards the elevator. The relatives and friends of the Tong family who were waiting anxiously aside became a little anxious and gathered together to whisper.
He muttered: "Didn't you say you wanted to help? Why did you leave so quickly? What will happen to our country?"
"Well, there are only four or five blood samples that match among a hundred people. It still has to be under theoretical conditions. A hundred people come to the hospital for a blood test. Didn't you listen to what the little nurse just said? It will take at least seven or eight hours, or the most.
Quick."
"That family and country..."
Some people started crying anxiously and said with choked sobs: "If it really doesn't work, let's call the old man and the old lady. There must be a blood sample between the two of them that is the same as that of their home and country. We can't just watch our home and country bleed dry and the people are gone, right?"
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"Wang Yun, please come up with an idea quickly. We can't just watch our family die like this."
"You can't tell the two old people. They have just recovered. If you tell them the news, their lives will be in danger. Even if the lives of the two old people are really used to exchange the life of the country, he will definitely feel guilty for the rest of his life.
"Wang Yun said with tears shining in the corners of his eyes.
"What should we do?"
"I, I..." Wang Yun hurriedly grabbed his hair with both hands and said with red eyes: "I don't know either. If there is really something wrong with our country, the third aunt, the second aunt, the eldest cousin, the second cousin...
…Please take care of the two elderly people in the future. I will also go to my country and we will reunite as a family underground."
"Yun, please don't think blindly..."
"Yes, the hospital has also contacted other blood stations. With so many blood stations, there will always be matching blood types."
As soon as he finished speaking, a young nurse hurried over and said, "The patient's family, who are the patient's family members!"
Several people in front of them said at the same time: "We are all!"
The nurse took a breath and said: "I have contacted the surrounding blood banks, but there are no matching blood samples..."
Wang Yun sat on the ground in a daze. The relatives around him were also confused. There was no matching blood sample. Doesn't this mean that he was sentenced to death for Tong Jiaguo who was lying in the emergency room? As relatives, everyone knew
, Tong Jiaguo is an upright man and has never done any bad things, but why does God do this to him?
The door to the emergency room opened, and relatives gathered around him. Wang Yun sat on the ground and looked at the doctor blankly.
"Doctor, how is the situation at home and abroad?"
"Not optimistic."
The doctor shook his head helplessly and said regretfully: "Without the blood supply, it can last for another two or three hours at most."
Lin Kun came to the outside of the vice president's office. The door was ajar, and there was a faint light inside. It was already time to get off work, but Song Jiacheng was still sitting steadily on the office chair and reading the newspaper. In his office
Many newspapers are delivered every day, and he reads them from morning to night, and from night to late night, sometimes in the office
He spent the night, sometimes returning home at midnight. After his son disappeared, the boss died in depression. To him, home was just a cold cell, imprisoning all the memories of his son and wife. He was obsessed with but afraid of those cold memories.
, if he had not insisted on the belief that his son could come back, he might have chosen death long ago.
Dong Dong...
There was a knock on the office door. Song Jiacheng raised his eyes with reading glasses, glanced listlessly, and asked: "Who is it?"
Lin Kun opened the door gently, grinned at the old man, and Song Jiacheng's originally listless face suddenly became sulky. He waved the newspaper in his hand and threw it at Lin Kun, "You little liar, get out!"
Lin Kun ducked quickly, grabbed the thrown newspaper, and sat across from Song Jiacheng with a smile, "Dean Song, don't be angry yet."
Song Jiacheng stood up suddenly and asked with a gloomy face: "You said you would help me find my son, where is he!?"
Lin Kun said with a shy smile: "Uncle Song, it's not like you don't know that there is something fishy about your young master's disappearance. Although I have made no progress in the past few months, I have found some clues. As long as I slowly investigate
If you go on, there will be results."
"real?"
Song Jiacheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Can I trust you again?"
Lin Kun smiled and said: "Anyway, you have believed in me for such a long time. At worst, you will be a living horse doctor."
"snort!"
Song Jiacheng snorted coldly, "You haven't heard from you at all in the past few months, and you suddenly came here today. What's the matter?"
Lin Kun chuckled and said playfully: "Dean Song, you are so awesome. You guessed that something was wrong as soon as I came here."
Song Jiacheng's face was dark, but he suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "If anything happens, tell me quickly and don't delay me from reading the newspaper."
Lin Kun finished the story with a smile. He thought that Song Jiacheng would refuse coldly so that he could plead shamelessly. However, after hearing this, Song Jiacheng agreed without hesitation. He picked up the phone and called the heads of various branches of the hospital.
, In this central hospital, Song Jiacheng's reputation is extremely high, even higher than the director. This old man has a weird personality, but he is definitely a top expert in medicine.
Song Jiacheng not only assigned tasks to various departments of the central hospital, but also called several nearby large hospitals. After giving instructions, he hung up the phone, raised his head and said to Lin Kun: "Don't let your hundred people...
Come here, divide into several groups and send a few to each hospital, and I will ask them to get the results within an hour."
Seeing the eccentric old man Song's resolute attitude and style, and what's more important is his strong appeal, Lin Kun gave a thumbs up, looked at the old man with admiration, and praised sincerely: "Uncle Song,
You are awesome!"
Lin Kun turned around and was about to run away, but Song Jiacheng stopped him with a cold shout: "Stop!"
Lin Kun immediately stood still, as if he had been hit by a restraining spell, and then turned his head with a playful smile. To deal with such an eccentric old man, you have to play rogue with him. If you are not thick-skinned, you will be scolded to death by him.
Look, our King Lin Dabing is so enlightened!
"You just want to leave?" Song Jiacheng said coldly, the gloomy light in his eyes was chilling.
"Um, thank you, Uncle Song." Lin Kun said with a playful smile: "You still have to read the newspaper, so I won't disturb you for now."
"Stop!" Seeing that Lin Kun was still trying to run away, Song Jiacheng immediately frowned and said sinisterly: "I can ask the people who just called me to help, or I can make a phone call to stop them from helping.
Well, you still don’t want to take care of my son’s affairs for me, I won’t force you, I just want you to say a word!”
"Um, which sentence?"
"Are you stupid?" Song Jiacheng said angrily: "I can do it, or I can't do it, that's all."
"Forehead……"
Lin Kun looked at Song Jiacheng, and for a moment he couldn't figure out the psychology of this eccentric old man. Does he hope that he can do it, or that he can't do it? Nonsense, of course it can be done, but why is the expression on his face so calm?
There is even more determination.
Lin Kun had received training in psychology in the past. Although his grades in this course were average, he still had the basic ability to analyze human psychology. Through Song Jiacheng's eyes, he saw a trace of despair, the despair of being tired of life.
Lin Kun suddenly realized in his heart that the old man was beginning to get tired of the world. If he said he could do it, he would ask himself how long it would take, and he would impatiently ask for a clear deadline. If he couldn't do it, he might immediately choose to commit suicide.
Lin Kun took a long breath in his heart and said tentatively: "If you can, I will definitely help you find your son!"
"How long?" Song Jiacheng said calmly.
"It's hard to say." Lin Kun said seriously, "But I will follow the clues as soon as possible."
"I want a clear time!" Song Jiacheng suddenly said urgently.
"Uncle Song, I really can't guarantee this. It could be a month if it's fast, a few months or even a year or two if it's slow. After all, the organization where Qingzong was kidnapped is unusual. Even if I'm determined to find him, I can't wait.
It’s hard to find.”
Song Jiacheng let out a long sigh and looked at Lin Kun with a hint of sadness in his eyes: "You are not trying to deal with me, are you?"
Lin Kun knelt down to Song Jiacheng. Song Jiacheng's face was filled with shock, "What are you doing?"
Lin Kun said with determination: "Uncle Song, I promise you that I will do my best to help you find your son. If you really can't find your son, as long as you don't dislike him, Lin Kun will be your son from now on and provide for you until you die!"
"you……"
Song Jiacheng's cheek muscles trembled twice, "Get up quickly!" He said, reaching out to help Lin Kun.
Lin Kun was determined not to get up. He was doing this just to open up Song Jiacheng's heart. He didn't want him to think about it and commit suicide. He raised his head and looked at Song Jiacheng and said with determination: "Uncle Song, why don't you recognize me as your son now?"
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Song Jiacheng let out a long sigh, "That's all, Xiaolin, I accept your wishes. You should help me find my son first." After saying that, Song Jiacheng sat on the chair, closed his eyes calmly, and murmured: "So
I have been waiting for many years, so I will wait one more year, hoping that I can still see him when I close my eyes and leave."
Lin Kun breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and then slowly stood up, "Uncle Song, I'll leave first. If you need anything, call me anytime."
Songjiacheng sat on the chair without making a sound. Lin Kun quietly exited the door and murmured: "Song Qingzong, Song Qingzong, where are you? I hope I didn't guess wrong this time..."