With only two months left to live, the contract girlfriend cried like crazy

Lu Qiankuan retracted his gaze and sat next to Lu Manman.

"Let me tell you, Lin Xun, you have a heart disease, so Xiaoman came to me and asked me to find a way to save your life. This girl has been running around for this matter these days."

"We went abroad during this period..."

Lin Xun's heart skipped a beat.

It turned out that Lu Manman had always wanted to save him...

No wonder she didn't reply to the message, the signal from abroad and in China can't communicate at all.

Looking at Lu Manman who bowed his head slightly, Lin Xun felt mixed emotions.

"Manman, thank you..."

"Actually, it's not necessary, I know my body best..."

Lin Xun sighed softly, looking lonely.

Besides, he had changed different hospitals for examinations several times. At this time, his condition had reached the point where he could not be cured, and there was no way at all.

Even if he went to the top hospitals abroad, it might not be useful.

"That may not be the case."

Lu Qiankuan picked up a cup of coffee on the table and tasted it slightly.

"What kind of coffee is this? It's so bitter, it's unpalatable!"

After taking a sip, Lu Qiankuan put the cup on the table with a click.

"What do you mean?! Uncle San... do you mean that Xun's illness can still be cured?!"

Deng Hui, who was standing by, heard this and showed a surprised expression on his face. He widened his eyes and looked at Lu Qiankuan eagerly.

Not only Deng Hui, but Lin Xun also looked at Lu Qiankuan with a little shock.

"Do you know Mr. Jameson?"

Lu Qiankuan did not answer directly, but looked at the two people and asked.

"Jameson? I don't know him."

"I know Michael Jackson, what does this Jameson do? Is he a catwalker?"

Deng Hui shook his head with his eyes wide open.

"He is currently the top professor of cardiology in the world. He has been specializing in difficult and complicated heart-related diseases for more than 40 years. He has performed thousands of heart surgeries, with a success rate of 95%."

Lin Xun said it calmly.

When he was receiving treatment at the First People's Hospital of Haipu City, he had heard the doctor talk about this name, but at that time they said: "Even if Jameson from abroad came, it would be difficult to treat him."

"I didn't expect you to know him."

Lu Qiankuan's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Of course, Mr. Jameson is known as the most accomplished cardiologist of the time. He can be seen in the magazine of global outstanding figures almost every year. It is said that a rich man once spent 100 million to ask him to perform a heart transplant surgery."

Besides, this is just a common sense question. The doctor had said it many times in the hospital at that time.

"What the hell? 100 million? Is it true?"

Deng Hui was already stunned.

"Well, because the rich man's money came from an illegal source, Mr. Jameson refused to perform surgery on him."

Lin Xun's voice was steady and clear.

It can be seen from this that although Jameson is a superb artist, he is not the kind of person who will do anything for money.

"Oh my god... one hundred million, one hundred million... you can't spend it all in a lifetime..."

"Don't think one hundred million is a lot, but it's nothing to those rich people. If you are dying, they will pay you even a hundred billion."

Lin Xun rolled his eyes at Deng Hui.

The most painful thing in a person's life is that he dies without spending all his money.

Even if you have a mountain of gold, what's the point if you don't have the life to enjoy it?

"My hundred lives are not worth a hundred million!"

Deng Hui swallowed his saliva.

Looking at Lin Xun's face, which was still calm, Lu Manman couldn't help but speak:

"Lin Xun, don't give up. I have talked to Mr. Jameson about your situation in detail. He said that your condition is not completely untreatable..."

"General heart failure can be cured by heart transplant surgery. As long as you persist, there is still a chance..."

When Lu Manman learned the news from Jameson at that time, she was so happy. Now, for her, even a slight possibility is good.

"Manman, thank you anyway."

Lin Xun looked at Lu Manman sincerely and thanked him.

Everyone around him had accepted the result, but only Lu Manman was still trying to save him. This friendship alone was enough for him to remember for the rest of his life.

"In order to invite Mr. Jameson, Xiaoman and I went abroad and spent a lot of effort to convince Mr. Jameson to come to China to treat you."

"I don't know where you got the good fortune, but you must have had Xiaoman plead for you in your previous life."

Lu Qiankuan squinted at Lin Xun.

A few days ago, Lu Manman came to his house and asked him to find Jameson to treat Lin Xun. At that time, he hadHe refused the news as soon as he heard it.

He did know Jameson, and they had a good relationship. He helped Jameson a lot by chance. Jameson promised that Lu Qiankuan could come to him if he had any problems.

This was a promise.

With Jameson's status, he could help with many things.

So Lu Qiankuan didn't use up this promise in these years. Imagine if his relatives got sick, he could find Jameson to help.

So, this promise was equal to a life in a sense.

If Lu Manman herself was sick, Lu Qiankuan, as her third uncle, would naturally not hesitate, but the problem was that it was for a strange man.

And it was a person who had nothing to do with the Lu family. It would be a pity to use this precious network for such a person.

Later, Lu Manman cried and begged him for a long time, and he finally agreed to this request with a soft heart.

Then the two booked plane tickets and flew abroad to find Jameson.

"You must have spent a lot of money to invite Mr. Jameson, right? For me, it's not necessary."

Lin Xun's slightly pale face was very calm.

He was ready to die. After completing the next charity event and giving the money to the orphanage, he had no regrets in his life.

"You are a bit like a toast, we haven't said anything yet, what else do you want to say?"

At this moment, Lu Qiankuan was somewhat interested in Lin Xun.

He lived for decades and met many people, including some who were terminally ill and dying.

They all have one thing in common, that is, no matter how they cover up their inner feelings, they always reveal endless fear all over their bodies!

The feeling of death slowly approaching is not something that ordinary people can bear.

If the doctor told them that they had one year left, most people would not even last a year and die early.

And he didn't see a trace of fear in Lin Xun, and he didn't even have any big fluctuations from beginning to end. How could this be possible?

Has a young man in his twenties seen through life and death?

"Boy, aren't you afraid of death?"