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Chapter 1693 The One Who Gives Hope (Third update, please subscribe)

After the white Volkswagen drove into the hospital parking lot, the people in the car did not get out immediately.

After turning off the engine, Lin Caihan grinned at the rearview mirror, forced a smile, and said to the mirror:

"Xiao Wan, how are you today?"

Smiling is uglier than crying.

Try again, smile, talk.

After repeated adjustments several times, Lin Caihan picked up the bouquet beside him and got out of the car.

Lin Caihan sat on a chair beside the bed, holding his wife's pale hand. The smell of disinfectant was pungent, but he was used to it. His wife's hand was very cold, and he gently stroked it, wanting to pass on his warmth to her.

"Xiaojie has made progress in this monthly exam,"

He said with a smile, but his voice was a little hoarse.
"The teacher said he had a great talent for math and suggested he take an Olympiad math interest class."

The wife smiled weakly, with fine lines appearing at the corners of her eyes. She was always like this, even when she was lying in bed, she would still smile with relief when she heard the news about the child.

"Xiaojie looks like you,"

The woman whispered,
“I have been smart since I was young.”

Lin Caihan felt his throat tighten. He remembered that his son had been crying in his room last week. When he found him, Xiaojie said with red eyes:
"Dad, Mom's going to be okay, right?"

He could only hug his son tightly and was speechless.

"Xiaoyu is learning piano recently,"

He continued,

"The teacher said her fingers are very flexible and she has a good sense of music."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on his wife's skinny fingers. These hands were once so dexterous, they could play the piano, cook delicious meals for the children, and pat his back gently in the middle of the night.

"very nice……"

The wife closed her eyes and her voice became softer and softer.
"When I can get out of bed, I must go listen to Xiaoyu playing the piano..."

Lin Caihan's heart suddenly tightened. He remembered what the attending doctor had just said in the office:
"Mr. Lin, there are currently no suitable organs available for transplantation..."

The doctor's voice was calm, but it was like a knife, cutting into his heart.

"Although organ transplantation is mature, as you know, due to traditional concepts, few people are willing to donate organs. Therefore, there are few donors and even fewer suitable kidneys..."

"Xiao Wan, you take a rest first,"

He said softly, tucking the corner of the quilt for his wife.
"I'll go wash some fruit for you."

He stumbled as he walked out of the ward. The light in the corridor was glaring, and the smell of disinfectant was getting stronger. He leaned against the wall, feeling that breathing was becoming difficult. His wife's pale face, the children's expectant eyes, the doctor's helpless expression, these images kept flashing in his mind.

He took out his wallet and opened it, and there was a photo inside. It was taken when the whole family went on vacation to the beach last year. His wife was wearing a floral dress and smiling so brightly. The sea breeze blew her long hair and the sun danced on her face. She was so healthy and beautiful at that time.

The family was so happy at the beach, but what about now?

"Will not……"

He clutched the phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"There must be a way."

He recalled the first time his wife fell ill. She was cooking in the kitchen that day when she suddenly collapsed. He will always remember the fear at that moment, the sound of the ambulance sirens, and the long time he spent outside the operating room.

"No matter what the cost..."

He murmured to himself, his eyes gradually becoming firm.

"I must save you..."

At the end of the corridor, a nurse pushed a medicine cart past, and the wheels made a harsh sound when they rubbed against the ground. Lin Caihan stood up straight and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He knew that he could not fall down. For his wife and children, he had to be strong.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the doctor's office. This time, he wanted to ask about all possible treatment options and understand every detail of organ transplantation. Even if there was little hope, he would grasp the last glimmer of possibility.

Just as Lin Caihan walked to the door of the doctor's office, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

"You must be Chief Lin, right?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in the other party's voice.

Lin Caihan was stunned for a moment. No one in the hospital had ever called him this name. After all, no one here knew his job or who he was.

He looked up and saw a man in a suit with a polite and restrained smile on his face.

"you are……"

Lin Caihan frowned and searched his memory for this face, as if he had never seen it before.

"I'm Wang Mingyuan. We've never met, but I think I can give you some help."

The man said as he handed over a business card.

"I heard that your loved one is ill, and my job is to provide some help."

Lin Caihan took the business card, which was printed with the words of a multinational medical institution. His fingers trembled slightly, and the gold-plated font on the business card glowed coldly under the light of the corridor.

"Mr. Wang, what are you doing..."

"Chief Lin, I know about your lover's situation."

Wang Mingyuan lowered his voice.
"There are indeed no suitable organ donors in the country right now, but..."

He paused and said:
"None of this is a problem abroad. You know, it's different from being here at home, just like when pharmaceutical companies conduct trials abroad, these things are businesses in themselves."

This is his job, to provide some solutions to the right people at the right time. These solutions may not necessarily be legal, but they can always solve some problems.

Of course, this job carries risks, but high risk means high rewards.

With a professional smile on his face, Wang Mingyuan looked at the customer in front of him and said:
"Organs, too."

Organs are business!
Although he was a little confused, Lin Caihan's heartbeat quickened when he heard the word "sound".

Because he knows that business means it can be purchased with money, and if it can be purchased with money, there is no need to queue.

"We have a partner private hospital in Jakarta and suitable donors are always available."

Lin Caihan felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up. He stared at Wang Mingyuan's face, trying to see something from his expression. People were coming and going in the corridor, and the smell of disinfectant stimulated his nose, making him feel unreal.

"You mean..."

His voice trembled a little. "Is there hope?"

"Yes, hope. That's the meaning of our work! Our job is to help people like Chief Lin and make hope come true."

Wang Mingyuan said in a tempting tone:
"If you're willing, I can help make the contact. The medical conditions there are no worse than at home, and the doctors are the best."

Lin Caihan's palms were already sweating. He recalled how his wife had weakly said in the ward that she wanted to listen to their daughter playing the piano. But... this was too sudden, too coincidental.

"Why……"

He spoke with difficulty.
"Why do you want to help me?"

Wang Mingyuan showed a meaningful smile:

"Chief Lin, just as I said, it is our job to turn people's hopes into reality. Of course, this requires you to pay a sum of money. After all, there is no way to use medical insurance there."

That means you need to spend money!

Lin Caihan's temples were throbbing. He knew that many things in this world had a price, and he also knew that this kind of thing was most likely illegal.

But at this moment, all the rules become blurred, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass.

"I need to think about it."

His voice was dry.

"certainly,"

Wang Mingyuan handed over another document.
"Here is the information about that hospital. Please take a look at it first. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me."

Lin Caihan took the document and felt the paper was cold. He looked at Wang Mingyuan's back as he turned and left, and suddenly felt dizzy.

The lights in the corridor seemed to become more dazzling. He leaned against the wall, feeling his back soaked with cold sweat. In addition to the hospital introduction, the document bag also contained a detailed description of organ transplantation.

His hands trembled as he flipped through the technical terms, and every word hit his heart like a hammer. Is this hope?

Or another chance? He thought of the first time his wife fell ill, her expectant look, and the expectant eyes of his children.

At this moment, he made his choice.

Staring at the account balance on the passbook, although the deposit was as high as 10,000 yuan, Lin Caihan just felt a headache when he thought of that number.

5 million!
This astronomical figure weighed on his heart like a mountain. He had sold his car and borrowed money from relatives and friends, but still fell far short.

"What should we do now?"

Just then the phone rang and Lin Caihan picked up the phone.

"Chief Lin,"

Wang Mingyuan's voice was still polite.

"I have good news for you."

Lin Caihan's heart skipped a beat and he lowered his voice:

"What good news?"

"A gentleman has heard of your situation and is willing to bear all the expenses."

"all?"

Lin Caihan felt dizzy and held onto the wall.
"Why? What are his conditions?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds:
"Just a small favor from you."

Lin Caihan's throat tightened. The sunlight outside the window was dazzlingly bright, but he felt cold all over. He knew that there was no free lunch in the world, especially at a time like this.

"What's the deal?"

He heard his own voice was so dry that it didn't sound like his own.

"It's simple,"

Wang Mingyuan's voice remained calm.

"Do you remember the Crown Club's introduction project? I just need you to sign a few documents and approve it."

Lin Caihan's hands clenched suddenly. Of course he remembered this incident.

"That doesn't fit in..." His voice trembled, but he couldn't continue.

Wang Mingyuan said lightly,
"It won't affect you in any way. As you know, this kind of work visa is very normal!"

Lin Caihan closed his eyes. He thought of his wife's pale face in the ward and the expectant eyes of his children. He knew that if he missed this opportunity, there might be no hope.

but
"I need to think about it," he said.

"certainly,"

Wang Mingyuan's voice was still gentle.

"But as soon as possible. Your wife's condition..."

Lin Caihan hung up the phone, feeling his back soaked with cold sweat. He stood in front of the window, watching the pedestrians hurrying by downstairs. The sun was shining brightly, but he felt like he was in an ice cellar.

He knew that the work visa was very sensitive and knew what consequences might come after signing the agreement. But... he thought of his wife, who was still waiting for him there.

I thought of the children, who were all looking forward to their mother coming home, and the anticipation flashing in my wife's eyes.

Lin Caihan took a deep breath, and at this moment, he understood what he should say and do.

A few dozen minutes later, Lin Caihan made another call in a public telephone booth.

"I promise."

He said, his voice hoarse,
"But I have to wait until the surgery is done first."

"Of course,"

Wang Mingyuan's voice was filled with laughter.

"I'll arrange it right away. Chief Lin, you made a wise decision."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Caihan felt his legs go weak. He knew what kind of impact what he was about to do would have on him. But for his wife and this family, he had no choice.

Just like that, standing in the phone booth, Lin Caihan took out a cigarette with his trembling hands, and lit it several times before finally nodding his head. He muttered to himself:
"This, this is for my home."

(End of this chapter)