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"Bai Wei." Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Bai Wei politely shook hands with him: "What do you want from me?"

"That's right, we want to talk to you about Sakurai Si..."

"Huh?" Bai Wei asked: "Is it to promote specific medicines and find clinical volunteers?"

"You're joking, I'm not a pharmaceutical company, I'm from this..." Kimura took out his business card.

Bai Wei looked at the business card and read it word by word: "Watergate Foundation?"

"I am the secretary of the president of the Watergate Foundation." Mifune Kimura introduced himself.

"Well, then?" Bai Wei didn't understand, so he asked, "What does the foundation want from me?"

"That's right, the Watergate Fund is a large-scale foundation, and it governs a large number of funds, including..." Kimura pushed his glasses: "Happiness Charity Fund, I heard that you rejected it." Charity fund injection, specially come here..."

Before the words were finished, the orc bodyguards on the side suddenly changed their expressions and blocked them with half their bodies.

The lizardman, a former gladiator, spoke the hoarse Europa language, a simple warning.

——Dangerous, step back!

But compared to the two orcs who were over two meters tall, the 1.8-meter-five Bai Wei looked like a toddler.

He didn't do anything else, just tore off the business card in his hand lightly, then walked to the side of the hospital consultation desk, asked for a wet tissue, wiped his right hand carefully, and threw it into the trash can.

He said lightly: "It's a waste of time."

Secretary Kimura was not surprised. He said, "Mr. Bai, I think there is nothing that cannot be discussed."

Bai Wei walked to the elevator and pressed the button.

Kimura continued: "Sakurai Satoshi probably won't be able to survive tonight, accepting our capital injection is a good thing for both parties... Maybe you can't make it through psychologically, but think about it carefully, for a dying person who has no blood relationship Man, there's really no need."

Bai Wei chose to turn a deaf ear, these words were not enough to anger him, at least not enough for the time being.

When the elevator arrived, Bai Wei boarded the elevator. Kimura gritted his teeth and walked into the elevator. Two orc bodyguards also squeezed in, and the small space immediately became cramped.

With his back against the wall, Bai Wei faced the two orcs with an indifferent expression as if he were looking at a gecko and a Siamese cat with airplane ears.

Instead, the one who should be nervous is the tall and big opponent.

Kimura continued to persuade: "I am simply stating the facts. Sakurai will die soon, and we need her heart to save others. This is a good deed and a good result that benefits many parties."

"Save who?" Bai Wei asked suddenly.

Kimura thought that the other party was persuaded, maybe he was embarrassed to reveal it in the hall just now?

He hurriedly struck while the iron was hot: "It's a shareholder of the Watergate Foundation..."

"Who is it?" Bai Wei asked.

Kimura hesitated for a while, then said in a low voice, "It's the biggest shareholder, Mito Raiichiro."

"Huh?" Bai Wei smiled.

"Mito-sama is not only the largest shareholder and chairman of the Watergate Foundation, but also a member of Congress. His influence is huge...Now he has a heart problem and urgently needs a suitable heart for transplantation. We have found the most authoritative Experts, what is missing is this heart."

"So you're after Sakurai Satoshi?"

"No, it's not that I'm focusing on it, but her heart is the most suitable... and her symptoms are also very bad, which belongs to the disease with a very high natural mortality rate."

Kimura pushed his glasses: "It can only be said that this may be the result of fate."

"Destined?"

"Yes, maybe she was born to donate her heart to Mito-sama..." Kimura blurted out without hesitation.

At the same time, the leopard bodyguard's hair exploded, and it had the illusion that its head had run away from home for a moment, as if the pervasive murderous aura had penetrated into the liver and smashed its heart and lungs.

Its breathing was rapid, and the fleshy balls on its palms were sweating.

Ding...the elevator is here.

Bai Wei took a step forward, and the two bodyguards immediately exited the elevator and made way for a path, like a beast with a gun pointed at its head.

"Mr. Bai, I think we can talk again, the price is negotiable." Mifune Kimura continued to persuade him to stay.

The two bodyguards dragged Kimura back, one after the other, the young man didn't understand, so he said, "Why stop me, I'm going to impress him!"

The two bodyguards looked at each other... Impressed?

"Let's go, don't make a big deal, lest it will end badly."

Kimura glanced at Bai Wei's back unwillingly, turned around and walked up the elevator.

The head nurse, who saw everything clearly, approached and asked, "The look in your eyes just now...you don't really want to kill him, do you?"

Bai Wei replied: "No..."

Not only him...

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In the ward, Sakurai Si was still in a coma.

Bai Wei was temporarily allowed to visit, perhaps because the doctors and nurses gave up treatment.

The little girl who came to take care of her wiped her eyes and walked out of the room. Even though she was used to seeing life and death in the hospital, she would still sigh for her fate.

Bai Wei approached and gently held Sakurai Si's palm.

Close your eyes and lower your consciousness.

Heroic spirits are favored ones who were born with mystery. Their existence itself is mysterious, but this does not mean that heroic spirits cannot be killed. Even high-level heroic spirits still have the possibility of being killed before they reach full maturity. sex.

And there are even more ways for lower heroic spirits to be killed, even if they are fully mature digital...lower heroic spirits may be beaten to the point of hemiplegia, and finally lose all their skills, and then become disabled.

In martial arts novels, this is called breaking the meridian; in Western fantasy novels, it is called curse;

Putting it in a Japanese theme, this is called the strongest XX reincarnation and turned into a LV1 villager who can't practice!

The core of the heroic spirit lies in the principle of the heroic spirit. The physical body is only a medium and carrier. Even if the physical body is destroyed, the heroic spirit still has a way to reincarnate. Even if the physical body is still there, destruction is only a matter of time.

To truly kill a heroic spirit, one must not only physically destroy its body, but also completely destroy its soul.

The fragments of the Heroic Spirit that Bai maintains are the traces and fragments left by the collapse of the Heroic Spirit.

It is like the fragments left after a famous painting handed down from generation to generation is torn. Although it still retains a little value, it is far from when it was complete.

What can be relied on now is only a little mystery it retains, hoping to relieve the symptoms of blood moon disease.

A complete cure is unlikely, but with a little relief it's possible to get her through the winter.

The process of transplanting the fragments of Heroic Spirit is not complicated. Bai Wei introduced the fragments into her body, and it began to take effect visible to the naked eye.

The place where the fragments are implanted is the heart.

The Scarlet Curse is to interfere with the material world by polluting the soul, which itself is not a qualitative existence.

Therefore, it is necessary to dispel the influence of the scarlet curse on the sea of ​​consciousness, and at the same time guard the vital points of the heart to avoid further loss of vitality.

Her heart rate became stable, and her face gradually became rosy.

Even opened my eyes after just 10 minutes and regained consciousness.

"uncle……"

"I'm here." Bai Wei asked, "Do you feel okay?"

"Thirsty." Her lips were dry, and then she said, "Hungry..."

The body instinctively needs nutrition, which is a good thing. The depleted body does not need to be replenished, because it has passed the warning line.

The body's cells and organs are constantly being squeezed, and it has no way to resist, so it just lies flat, and if it is useless to lie flat, it just smashes it.

Bai Wei poured a glass of water: "Drink some water, I'll go to the cafeteria to get some food."

When they returned to the ward, the nurses and doctors were all happy, and waking up meant that the catastrophe was over.

The health index of the body is obviously picking up, which is a great thing.

"Do you want to feed?"

"No need." Sakurai Si blushed: "I will do it myself."

The meal was eaten very quickly. She was really hungry, and she didn't gobble it up. She ate a normal adult's meal.

Bai Wei disposed of the disposable lunch box, sat by the bed and started peeling apples.

"Uncle." Sakurai Si said softly, "I dreamed about my father."

"He, did he say something?"

"He said, let me be obedient." Sakurai Si asked softly, "Did Dad sneak back that night?"

Bai Wei paused for a second: "I was discovered by you."

The girl lowered her head and asked softly, "Can you take me to see him?"

Bai Wei is silent, he has been very busy these days, he hasn't had time to dispose of Sakurai's body, maybe it's still in the morgue?

If it is not claimed for too long, it will be cremated by the police, or donated to medical students as general teachers.

The latter didn't turn out too badly, but there should always be a cemetery and a tombstone, but that's pretty expensive.

Monk Yingzhou doesn’t know what compassion means, he asks for money even when he dies, asks the dead for money, and collects debts to the Hall of Hades. No wonder Ji Zang is not willing to become a Buddha, and the urn the size of his mother’s palm is divided into three rooms and one living room It's for sale, but can I afford it now?

The emperor couldn't help thinking... Poverty made him powerless.

Seeing that Bai Wei didn't speak, Sakurai Si thought that he was offended, so she immediately changed her words: "If it doesn't work, it's okay not to go."

Bai Wei came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "Of course, it's just not convenient for the time being."

It can't be said that your father's tombstone hasn't been found yet, why don't I cut down a loquat tree and carve a monument for him with royal fonts, just make do with it?

Anyway, it is a cultural relic carved by the emperor himself, and its value is better than the urn consecrated by the monk.

As long as you use your brain, there are always more solutions than difficulties. There is nothing that cannot be made up, and the same is true for the tombstones in the cemetery.

He said softly, "Wait until you leave the hospital."

The girl lowered her head, but still complied in a sensible manner. The next moment she raised her head again, with light in her eyes: "Can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"of course can."

"Really? But Dad said...you will fall ill after leaving the hospital."