Chapter 204: Heart

Tai Tao City First Hospital.

The smell of disinfectant water wasn't pleasant, but for Chen Shao, this odor mixed with a familiar feeling that put him at ease.

He pushed open a ward door, a gentle smile on his face.

"Yao Yao, big brother came to see you."

On the hospital bed, a girl with a pale complexion and frail build heard the voice, strained to turn her head, and her previously dull eyes instantly lit up.

"Brother!"

The girl's voice was soft, yet full of joy.

Her name was Chen Yao, Chen Shao's only relative, his only sister.

Congenital heart disease, like a demon's countdown, had hung over her life since the moment she was born.

"How do you feel today?"

Chen Shao placed the fruit basket he was carrying on the bedside table, skillfully picked up an apple, and began to peel it with a small knife.

His movements were steady, circle after circle, the thin peel unbroken.

"Same as usual." Chen Yao smiled, her pale lips curving into a nice arc, "Just a bit bored; the nurse sister won't let me get out of bed and run around."

Chen Shao's hand paused, he lifted his head, looking at his sister's feigned relaxed face, a spot in his heart was gently poked.

He cut the peeled apple into small pieces, speared one with a toothpick, and brought it to his sister's mouth.

"Just hold on a little longer."

His voice was very gentle, carrying an undeniable comforting power.

"Brother, I've already found the money for your surgery."

Chen Yao stopped chewing the apple, her eyes widened, and she stared at her brother in disbelief.

That astronomical surgery fee had always been the heaviest stone weighing on their siblings' hearts.

Big brother was just an ordinary office worker; to pay for her treatment, he had nearly worked himself to death taking on several jobs, but that money was a drop in the bucket compared to the huge medical expenses.

"Bro...... you...... you didn't go rob a bank, did you?" Chen Yao stared for a while, then blurted out this sentence, trying to use a joke to hide her shock.

Chen Shao was amused by her, reached out, and affectionately tweaked her nose.

"What nonsense. Your brother is a law-abiding good citizen."

He leaned in closer, lowered his voice, and spoke in a tone of sharing a secret:

"Not only is the surgery fee enough, but......"

"The heart match has also been found."

Boom.

In Chen Yao's mind, something exploded.

She stared blankly at Chen Shao, her eye sockets instantly turning red.

"Real...... really?"

"Really." Chen Shao nodded heavily, his eyes extremely sincere, sincere enough to convince anyone, "A very perfect match; the doctor said the success rate is high. After your surgery, you'll be just like a normal person."

"We can go shopping, go see a movie, go eat the hot pot you most want to eat......"

"Brother will take you to the amusement park, ride the roller coaster you've always wanted to ride."

Chen Shao described those beautiful scenes, and the girl's tears finally could not be held back, large drops rolling down.

These were not tears of sadness, but the ecstasy of finally seeing hope after suppressing it for too long.

She did not doubt her brother.

From childhood to adulthood, big brother was her sky, her only reliance.

What big brother says exists, definitely exists.

"Mm!" Chen Yao nodded firmly, tears mixing with a smile blooming on her pale face, "We agreed! No backing out!"

"No backing out."

Chen Shao smiled, gently wiping the tears from his sister's face with his fingertip.

Leaving the ward, the warmth and smile on his face vanished like mist blown away by a cold wind, disappearing without a trace.

He walked expressionlessly down the hospital's quiet corridor.

His leather shoes tapped the floor, producing a dull, rhythmic sound.

He went straight to the door of the Inpatient Department's records room.

A young doctor in charge of managing medical records was sitting inside, dozing off.

Chen Shao did not knock.

He simply slowly raised his hand and took off the glasses on his face that gave him a refined look.

Just that simple action.

His entire demeanor suddenly changed.

The originally gentle and harmless aura was replaced by a cold, aloof indifference; his eyes, now without the lenses to shield them, were sharp as a freshly unsheathed scalpel.

He pushed the door open and entered.

The young doctor was startled awake, about to scold, but the moment his eyes met Chen Shao's gaze, his whole body froze.

Chen Shao's left eye, at some point, had turned into a slowly rotating, deep crimson vortex.

Weird, ominous.

"Retrieve all files of successful heart transplant matches."

An emotionless command issued from Chen Shao's mouth.

"Donor information matching blood type A, with HLA match result 'highly matched'."

The young doctor's eyes were hollow, like a puppet whose soul had been sucked out; he mechanically stood up, walked to the computer, and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

Soon, encrypted electronic files appeared on the screen.

Chen Shao walked to the computer, his gaze swiftly scanning those data.

He was looking for a perfect "prey".

A being with healthy vital signs, no bad habits, and most importantly… a damned person.

Soon.

His gaze locked onto one of the files.

Wang Ze.

Twenty‑six years old, male.

All bodily indicators were perfect, textbook‑level health.

And the file's notes detailed Wang Ze's background.

The sole son of Chairman Wang Tianhong of Tianhong Group.

Tianhong Group......

A cold curve lifted at Chen Shao's mouth.

He remembered that name.

A year ago, this company maliciously manipulated the financial market, causing the capital chain of his own firm to collapse and go bankrupt overnight.

He was unemployed for half a year because of it, almost unable to afford Yao Yao's maintenance medication.

Indeed, enemies do tend to meet.

"He's the one."

Chen Shao closed the file; the young doctor remained standing like a puppet.

Chen Shao glanced at him and issued another command.

"Forget everything that just happened."

"You just accidentally dozed off."

After speaking, he turned and left, leaving the young doctor standing in place for a long while before blinking dazedly, rubbing his neck, sitting back in the chair, and continuing to doze.

Night fell like thick ink, soaking the whole Jiang Hai City.

A luxurious villa perched halfway up the hill was brightly lit.

Inside the bedroom, a young man in a silk nightgown sat with his legs crossed, impatiently talking on the phone.

"What? Still not done? I damn want 'voluntary donation'! Complete paperwork, the kind that can be presented on the table! I'm not telling you to kidnap!"

"You bunch of trash!"

The young man was Wang Ze.

He hung up, irritably slamming the expensive phone onto the bed.

To bypass the Federation's stringent organ‑donation procedures and get a kidney for his father, who suffered from uremia, he had exhausted all his efforts.

At that moment.

He felt a draft behind him.

Wang Ze whirled around sharply.

A bespectacled, genteel‑looking stranger stood in the center of his bedroom, though he couldn't tell when he had arrived.

"Who the hell are you?! Security! Where the hell did the security go?!"

Wang Ze jumped, shouting hoarsely.

But outside the door was silent, with no response.

"Don't waste your effort."

Chen Shao slowly removed his glasses; in his left eye, a blood‑red vortex began to spin.

"They can't hear."

Seeing that Weird eye, all the hair on Wang Ze's body stood on end!

He wasn't a fool; he instantly realized he had encountered something unclean!

Under fear, he instead mustered a fierce resolve, grabbed a fruit knife from the nightstand, and lunged at Chen Shao with a snarling face!

"I don't care what kind of ghost you are! Die for me!"

Chen Shao stood still, unmoving.

Just as Wang Ze rushed to him, about to thrust the knife into his body.

Chen Shao spoke.

His voice was calm, yet carried a deity‑like authority.

"Kneel."

Wang Ze's forward charge faltered, his legs went limp, and uncontrollably, with a "thud", he knelt heavily before Chen Shao.

The fruit knife in his hand clanged to the floor.

Wang Ze's face was filled with extreme terror and bewilderment.

His body no longer obeyed his brain!

Chen Shao leisurely pulled a File and a pen from his pocket, tossing them in front of Wang Ze.

"Sign it."

It was a — "Federation Voluntary Organ Donation Agreement".

Wang Ze's pupils contracted sharply; he let out a garbled whimper, desperately trying to resist.

But his hand picked up the pen from the floor, uncapped it, and neatly signed his name at the end of the agreement.

"Very good."

Chen Shao nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at Wang Ze, kneeling on the ground, already broken and crying from fear, and gave the final command.

"Use that knife to end yourself."

Wang Ze's body moved again.

He trembled and picked up the fruit knife on the ground.

Then, under his own terrified and desperate stare, he aimed the sharp tip of the knife at his own throat.

"No...... no......"

Pfft.

The blade, without any resistance, sank completely into his throat.

Wang Ze's body jolted, the spark in his eyes quickly faded, and he collapsed forward helplessly.

Fresh blood quickly stained the expensive Persian carpet beneath him red.

He walked to the doorway and softly said to a bodyguard standing like a statue:

"Call the police, there's a suicide here."

"Then, call emergency, tell them there's a fresh heart donor here, and have them get here as fast as possible."

"Remember, you must ensure the organ remains viable."

The bodyguard's eyes were vacant, mechanically nodded, took out his phone, and began dialing.

In the distance, the wail of police sirens and ambulance horns could be heard faintly.

Chen Shao put his glasses back on, turned, and melted into the boundless night.

A faint satisfied smile hung on his face.

Yao Yao, wait for brother.

Your new "heart" is already on the way.