Four Hundred and Sixty-Eight: The Dying Congressman

Statham only regretted following Xu Cheng when he returned to his residence.

His girlfriend saw him in a daze and asked him: "You won't be fired again, will you? Statham."

Statham shook his head: "Jenny, our boss is crazy, what do you think we should do? You told me before that if you follow this boss well, you will have no wedding money if you continue to wander around, but do you know how crazy he is?"

Jenny looked at him with a blank questioning look.

"He asked me to go to Congressman Jerry and tell him that my boss can cure your cancer and asked me to call Jerry over. Do you think if I tell Jerry like this, will his bodyguards beat me up? ? He can cure a condition that even the best medical experts in the world cannot cure?"

Jenny: "Maybe he's just testing your courage?"

Statham: "It's not that I don't have courage. I've done a lot of bad things, but I really don't have the courage to do such ridiculous and stupid things. If the congressman really goes with me and the boss disappears, I feel like I have to start from scratch. America is a country that has run away."

Statham then gave another wry smile: "But my boss said that if I do it, I will get an annual salary of tens of millions! This can be regarded as officially passing the evaluation period. Jenny, I am so excited about this salary. I think even if I am crazy, I am also crazy." Once, I have to make money quickly to provide you with a stable family."

"My dear, you can make your own decision. Anyway, we have been through it for a few years, so we are not in a hurry." Jenny said.

Statham simply stood up, picked up his briefcase and said, "I've thought about it, go find Congressman Jerry!"

After saying that, he walked out of the room.

Congressman Jerry was the Democratic Party's favorite candidate before. Two years ago, he was suddenly diagnosed with liver cancer, which was still in the advanced stage. This directly ended his campaign and political career. In the past two years, he has received treatment and tried various methods. , and very cooperative. Even those experts and fierce men could only maintain it for more than two years. If it were in the hands of others, I am afraid they would have gone to see God long ago.

But this does not cure the root cause at all, at most it delays his death.

When the most authoritative doctor in liver surgery also told Jerry to prepare for his funeral, Jerry felt that he might have completely lost his fun. His previous high spirits were completely gone, and he was very negative. He even couldn't think of committing suicide. To prevent the media from photographing him looking so miserable and pitiful.

His whole body was covered with needles and infusion fluids, and the way anyone in the room chose to avoid it or wear protective clothing made him very repelled!

"Linda, I asked you to send out invitations to medical teams all over the world. Didn't any of them come back and say they can cure my disease?" Jerry couldn't help but roared at his assistant while lying on the hospital bed.

He had really had enough. The pain was really painful. Even if he took medicine to maintain it, once the disease occurred, he could only bear it in agony. The viruses were fermenting and spreading, and his liver failed completely, causing him to recover very quickly. Poor, his face is obviously aging, and when his liver function has lost its function, he will cough up blood when he coughs.

There is simply no way to save this kind of life!

Assistant Linda stood by the window and lowered her head: "Congressman Jerry, no one is willing to accept this operation. The best doctors have tried it, and they dare not try it."

"Didn't you tell me the price? I can give a lot of money to whoever can cure him! I have a lot of campaign money! Now that I can't run, what the hell am I keeping that money for? Can I take it to the coffin? ?" Jerry looked like he was about to faint while coughing and bleeding emotionally.

The assistant sighed: "Are you still unwilling to make a will?"

"Bring me my email account. I want to see it for myself. I can't trust you. I don't believe that anyone with money would refuse me treatment." Jerry said.

The assistant had no choice but to take the tablet and open it to look at the correspondence in his mailbox.

He sent emails inviting treatment to many medical teams, but they all declined in a subtle way.

Nonsense. The best and most authoritative team in the United States has performed several surgeries to barely keep him alive until now. They can't cure him. Anyone who comes to take over at this time is no different from taking the blame. If he can't be cured, it will set off the team in front. And got himself into the storm.

Jerry flipped through all the email records, his eyes gradually becoming dull. If he had the strength, he would like to smash the tablet on the ground.

Just then, a mailbox popped in.

"Congressman Jerry? I heard that you have been suffering from illness. As a follower of your party manifesto, I want to try to treat you. If you give up on yourself, why don't you try to give me a chance?"

When Jerry saw this information, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Check for me who sent this email and which team it is from?" Jerry said anxiously to his assistant.

The assistant hurriedly walked over and took a look, frowned and said: "Congressman, this is an anonymous email, its credibility is not high, and it is debatable whether it is a lie."

"No matter what, you contact this person for me, a dead horse is a living doctor! Those doctors said that I have to prepare for my funeral, who else can I choose to believe? This person is right, give him a chance to see Look, maybe God is looking out for me.”

Linda smiled bitterly: "Congressman, can you please stop being naive? I have been cured of this disease for two years. If you are more optimistic, you may still live for half a year!"

Jerry: "Contact him! Contact him! I have no other choice."

Linda saw his angry expression, smiled bitterly, picked up her cell phone and dialed the number left in the anonymous email.

Statham heard a call coming from his cell phone and quickly answered it.

"I'm Congressman Jerry's assistant. Listen, April Fool's Day is not here yet, so don't send prank emails. I know you are from the enemy's party, so you must be gloating about your misfortune, right?" Linda scolded.

"You don't believe this is true, right? In fact, I don't believe it either, but I just came here to act impartially and tell the congressman that I have a crazy boss here. He said he can cure you with 60% certainty. I don't know. Do you dare to try?" Statham said: "It doesn't matter whether he comes or not. I am only responsible for passing the message. If he wants to come, let him go to the poorest Koeman Laboratory on 76th Street Avenue."

Statham then hung up the phone and removed the temporary phone sim card and threw it away to avoid making the matter a bigger deal.

Jerry was a little angry when Linda answered the phone: "How can you talk to people like this? Do we have a better choice now?"

"They are indeed crazy. He said it himself. His crazy boss said he is 60% sure to cure you. This person is really sick. How many teams have no 1% chance, and he actually said 60%? Really? ridiculous!"

Jerry: "I want to go!"

Linda was anxious: "Congressman, are you crazy too?"

Jerry: "Prepare the car. Let someone come and lift me into the car. I feel like I won't survive for even half a year. I'm going to die soon. Even if I have to be a lab rat for once, I will admit it."