After the divorce, I started to transfer

After Molly left, Chen Feng could finally donate blood for charity and rest alone.

Soon it was the fifth day and another $1 million came in. This money was really easy to make for him.

There was nothing wrong with his body. He had a strong physique to begin with, and of course he took medicinal food every day to nourish his body. In addition, the amount of blood he donated each time was very small, so the damage to his body was limited.

In addition, it must be said that the energy that Chen Feng took time to absorb from the photo album he carried with him every day also gave him a great boost.

Because he could absorb life energy from the photo album that he accidentally obtained, Chen Feng could continuously replenish his physical depletion caused by blood donation.

So, for five consecutive days, he felt OK in every aspect of his body.

As for Carl Hicks, the situation is even more optimistic. His brain tumor is continuing to shrink and has now shrunk by at least half, which undoubtedly means that cancer cells are being killed.

If things continue to go smoothly like this, Carl Hicks' brain tumor will disappear completely and his cancer will be completely cured.

On the seventh day, the treatment was still going very smoothly and the effect was very good. Chen Feng's physical condition was also very good.

At the same time, another $1 million was received.

At noon that day, Tom brought Chen Feng a sumptuous lunch as usual. It contained all of Chen Feng's favorite dishes, and they were balanced to ensure Chen Feng's body had the nutrients it needed every day.

After Chen Feng started eating, Tom did not leave on his own initiative like before, but continued to stand beside him.

So Chen Feng asked curiously, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Tom adjusted his glasses with his hand and said with a smile, "My boss is in very good condition right now. According to Dr. Becky, with the current progress, the cancer cells should be completely killed the day after tomorrow, and my boss' cancer will be completely cured.

This is a great medical miracle, so I really thank you. In addition, I would also like to ask if you can help treat a poor girl with a brain tumor. She is only 15 years old this year, just like a flower. And she is really cute and kind. She has been very kind since she was a child. She donated her pocket money to charity to help those children in need..."

Chen Feng frowned and immediately raised his hand to interrupt, "Alright. You have seen my current situation. In order to save your boss's life, I have to donate blood non-stop every day without a good rest. This is very harmful to my body. I can't give up my health and life to save others, right? There are so many terminally ill patients in the world, I can't save them all even if I want to. After all, I only have one person, one body, and the blood supply I can provide every day is also very limited."

At this point, Chen Feng paused, took a mouthful of rice, picked up a bite of vegetable, chewed hard and swallowed it, then said: "Also, I feel that I have been deceived by you in this transaction. You and your boss originally said that as long as I donate a little blood every day, it will be enough, and the entire treatment process may only require a few dozen milliliters of blood. But in the end, I was drawn dozens of milliliters of blood the first time, and then 5 milliliters of blood were drawn every two hours, instead of just a little bit as you said before."

Tom explained sheepishly, "When we took your blood to the research institute for testing, we learned through experiments that your blood can effectively kill cancer cells. Then we compared it with the size of my boss' brain tumor and found that we didn't need a lot of blood. A few dozen milliliters would be enough.

However, after discussion and careful verification, the treatment team led by Dr. Becky drew more blood from you for safety reasons. After all, it was the first time, they felt it was unsafe and they didn't have much experience. I believe that after this medical practice, the next time I treat someone, as long as the patient's tumor is not very large, they will not need a lot of your blood.

In addition, the medical team and the research institute are also working hard to find a way to preserve the cancer-curing substances in your blood for a long time. If a method is found, you don’t have to donate blood every two hours. You can just have your blood drawn once.”

Chen Feng was not stupid. He immediately sensed something strange in his words and said in dissatisfaction, "So, my blood was really taken too much, and it was not only used to treat your boss, but also used for experiments and research?"

Tom subconsciously wanted to deny it, but thinking that he still wanted to be Chen Feng's agent, if he told a lie, Chen Feng would undoubtedly distrust him, so he immediately changed his words and said, "I just found out about this. I didn't enter the operating room before, and I was not present when the blood was drawn. It was all handled by Dr. Becky's medical team.

However, Dr. Becky also said that 5 ml of blood each time is not much, and he only takes 2 ml of blood for testing and research at most, in order to find out the mysterious substance in the blood, and to find a way to prolong the survival time of the unknown mysterious substance as much as possible. If the medical team can find out, it will definitely benefit all mankind, and it will also make you much more relaxed and safer, don’t you think? "

Chen Feng sneered, "Their research is illegal. They didn't inform me beforehand, and they deliberately hid it from me, and they didn't get my permission. This is already illegal, and it violates my right to know and my personal rights."

Tom smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Chen, it's wrong for them to do this. I will ask them to apologize to you and give you a certain amount of financial compensation."

Chen Feng immediately said, "Okay, give me another $1 million, and I will continue to donate blood and allow them to conduct research. Otherwise, I will only donate 2 milliliters of blood each time. I believe this amount of blood is enough to continue treating your boss."

Tom couldn't help but widen his eyes and complained in his heart: Do you know how much $1 million is? Do you know what this much money represents?

But he obviously couldn't really complain about it. First of all, his boss wanted Chen Feng to continue cooperating with the treatment. Secondly, he and his boss both wanted to become his agent very much.

These two reasons determined that he could only try his best to curry favor with and please Chen Feng.

Tom continued with a wry smile and said, "I'm sorry, I really can't make the decision on so much money. Look, why don't you wait until this treatment is over and let my boss decide. Don't worry, even if it's not $1 million, my boss will definitely give you enough compensation after he knows about it. You know, my boss is not a stingy person."

Chen Feng said, "Okay, from now on, I will only donate 2 milliliters of blood each time. This is non-negotiable. Go and inform Dr. Becky's medical team now to stop doing anything tricky and drawing more blood from me."

After hearing this, Tom felt very depressed. He didn't expect that Chen Feng would seize the opportunity because of his momentary negligence. This Chen Feng was really too cunning.

But now he not only dared not offend Chen Feng, but also had to try his best to please him. Chen Feng's request was very reasonable and he could not refute it.

After thinking about it, he could only say, "I heard that Dr. Johnny has made some research results that can effectively prolong the shelf life of the mysterious substance in your blood. If we interrupt it like this, it will affect Dr. Johnny's research progress. I think you also hope that your blood can have a longer time-effectiveness in treating cancer." Chen Feng said indifferently, "It will only delay us for two days. It's unethical for them to study my blood privately without my consent. If they don't give me enough compensation, I will not give up easily."

It is normal for Chen Feng to claim compensation. After all, the other party deliberately deceived him first, so it is reasonable for him to ask for some compensation.

Otherwise, I would have thought he was easy to bully.

Seeing this, Tom felt helpless and couldn't continue to argue with Chen Feng, otherwise he would annoy Chen Feng. He could only nod and said, "Okay, I'll go and inform Dr. Becky and the others later and ask them not to draw any more blood from you."

After saying this, Tom immediately turned back to the previous question and asked, "Mr. Chen, look at the poor girl I just mentioned, can you be kind and save her? She is only 15 years old this year. She has a brain stem glioma, which is also a type of brain tumor with a very high mortality rate. She was discovered more than two months ago, and her condition has deteriorated rapidly. Although her family has tried every possible way, it is still not optimistic. Experts estimate that she has only three months to live at most. Such a young and kind girl is going to wither and leave the world at the age of a flower. It is really pitiful. Look, this is her photo."

As Tom spoke, he opened the girl's photo on his mobile phone and handed it to Chen Feng for him to see.

Chen Feng couldn't help but take a look. Needless to say, just looking at the photo, this fifteen-year-old girl was indeed very cute, with light blonde shoulder-length hair, light blue eyes, a bright smile, white teeth, light freckles on her face, and shallow dimples on both sides.

After a moment's hesitation, Chen Feng asked, "What does her family do?"

Tom was immediately excited when he heard this, and said, "She is the youngest daughter of Congresswoman Beryl Kelland. Her father, Alfred Martin, is a famous real estate developer in California. They have two sons and one daughter. This photo is their youngest daughter, Natalie. The whole family loves Natalie very much. In order to cure her disease, they will do anything. So, if you agree, I believe they can pay you at least $1 million."

Chen Feng asked: "How much money does her family have?"

Tom thought for a moment and then said, "I remember Forbes calculated Alfred's assets, which were about $30 billion last year. Since he is a real estate developer, his main assets are in real estate and some real estate. The largest assets should be more than 200 apartments and million square feet of commercial real estate, including office buildings and retail properties."

Chen Feng thought for a moment and said, "I can't give you an answer for now. Let's wait until your boss is cured. Besides, I feel that my body has been damaged quite a lot this time, and it will take at least a month to fully recover. Also, I'm not a money-grubbing person. If I decide to help with the treatment, I must do a background check in advance. If the patient is not worth saving, I won't save him, no matter how much money you give me."

Tom was a little anxious when he heard this. "But the doctor said that Natalie only has three months to live at most. She may not live beyond a month. Besides, she is in a lot of pain now. If you can save her sooner, you can also help her get out of pain sooner."

Chen Feng's face darkened and he said, "I have made it very clear just now. My body needs to recover. In addition, I need to do a background check on her and her family in advance to see if it is worth saving.

Besides, there are so many terminally ill patients in the world, and she is not the only one. She is pitiful, but there are many more pitiful than her. Moreover, she and I have no relationship at all, so why should I risk my own health to save her? Did her family promise you something good, so you are so eager to ask me to help this girl cure her illness? "

"No! I didn't!" Tom immediately shook his head in a panic and denied it. "I didn't tell anyone that you can cure cancer. I also signed a confidentiality agreement. The medical team didn't dare to disclose it either."

Chen Feng certainly didn't believe it, and asked, "Then why are you so eager to persuade me?"

Tom then said somewhat helplessly: "I happen to know Natalie's biological brother, her eldest brother. He and I both graduated from the University of Southern California and lived in the same dormitory for two years. We have a very good relationship.

It was only this morning when I was checking Facebook that I found out that his sister had this disease. He was very sad and publicly asked for help. I didn't tell him about your situation, but just said a few words to comfort him on Facebook.

Of course, I admit that if I help you cure his sister's illness, his whole family will owe me a big favor. You know, favors from a family like theirs are very useful. If I enter politics one day, I can get a lot of help from their family."

Chen Feng looked at him with some surprise and said, "Why? Are you planning to enter politics in the future? Wouldn't it be good to be Carl Hicks' assistant?"

Tom immediately said, "Of course it's great to be Carl Hicks' assistant. He trusts and respects me very much. But you know, I can't be his assistant all my life. It's unrealistic.

Also, I am from San Francisco. You know, there are many Asians there, and I am one of them. I graduated from the University of Southern California, so I have a good academic background. My boss Carl Hicks can also serve as my capital background. What I lack now is political background. So if I can get you to help save Natalie this time, I will have a political background. In a few years, I will return to San Francisco to run for election. With ethnic support, money and background, my chances are still very good. "

Tom's words were very frank, which made Chen Feng look at him with a new respect. This guy must have some level and ability to be the assistant and confidant of the super-rich Carl Hicks. Now he has shown his political aspirations and ambitions, so he has a great chance of success in the future.

Chen Feng continued to eat and thought for a while before asking, "Are you Chinese or another ethnicity?"

Tom immediately replied, "My grandparents are both Chinese, they are first generation immigrants, my father is second generation, I am third generation, my Chinese name is Zhang Zhiqiang, I have been speaking Cantonese with my grandparents since I was a child, and Mandarin with my father and mother."

"What ethnicity is your mother?" Chen Feng asked curiously.

Tom then said, "My mother is actually Chinese. Her father, my grandfather, is Chinese, but he is from Annam. He later married an Annam woman, who is my grandmother. He immigrated to San Francisco with my mother in the 1980s."

It’s true, except for his mother’s slightly mixed bloodline, he is actually a pure Chinese.

Although he is already a banana man, his Mandarin is indeed very standard, and coupled with his Chinese identity, Chen Feng still has some sense of identity with him. (End of this chapter)