When Stenson returned to his house, he regretted going crazy with Xu Cheng.
His girlfriend saw him in a daze and asked him, "You didn't get fired again, right? Stenson. "
Stenson shook his head. "Jenny, our boss is crazy. What do you think we should do? You told me before that I have to follow this boss and that if I continue to fool around, I won't have the money to get married. But do you know how crazy he is? "
Jenny looked at him with a blank and questioning gaze.
"He told me to find Congressman Jerry and tell him that my boss can cure your cancer. He told me to call Jerry over. Do you think that Jerry's bodyguards will beat me up if I tell him this? Even the top medical experts in the world can't cure this disease, but he can? "
Jenny: "Maybe he's just testing your courage?"
Stenson: "It's not that I don't have courage, and I've done a lot of bad things, but I really don't have the courage to do such a ridiculous and stupid thing. If the congressman really goes with me and the boss disappears, I feel like I will have to run away from the United States."
Stenson then bitterly smiled. "But my boss said that if I can do it, my annual salary will be in the tens of millions! Jenny, I'm so excited about this salary. I think even if I have to go crazy, I will go crazy for once. I have to hurry up and make money to give you a stable family. "
"Honey, you make your own decision. Anyway, we've already survived for a few years, there's no hurry," Jenny said.
Stenson simply stood up, picked up his briefcase, and said, "I've made up my mind. I'm going to find Congressman Jerry!"
Then, he walked out of the room.
Congressman Jerry was the most favorable candidate for the Democratic Party. Two years ago, he was suddenly diagnosed with terminal liver cancer, which directly ended his campaign and political career. In the past two years, he received treatment and tried all kinds of methods, and he was very cooperative. Even those experts could only keep him alive for more than two years. If he was in the hands of others, he would have already gone to God.
However, this didn't cure the root of the problem at all. At most, it would only delay his death.
When the most authoritative doctor in liver surgery also asked Jerry to prepare for his funeral, Jerry felt that he had lost all interest in life. His high spirits were completely gone, and he became very depressed. He even wanted to commit suicide so that the media wouldn't be able to see him in such a miserable and pitiful state.
His entire body was full of needles and fluids, and the way the entire room avoided anyone who came in or wore protective clothing made him extremely repulsed!
"Linda, I asked you to send invitations to all the medical teams in the world. Didn't any of them reply and say that they could cure my disease?" Jerry couldn't help but roar at his assistant while lying on the sickbed.
He had had enough of it. The pain was excruciating. Even with medication, he could only endure it when the disease broke out. The virus was fermenting and spreading. His liver was completely failing, causing his complexion to be poor. His face was visibly aging. With his liver failing, he coughed up blood.
This kind of life was simply hopeless!
His assistant, Linda, stood by the window with her head lowered. "Congressman Jerry, no one is willing to accept this surgery. The best doctors have already tried it. They don't dare to try it."
"Didn't you mention the price? I can give a lot of money to whoever can cure it! I have a lot of campaign money! Now that I can't run for office, what the f * ck is the use of that money! Can I bring it to the coffin? "Jerry coughed up blood emotionally and looked like he was about to faint.
The assistant sighed. "Are you still not willing to make a will?"
"Bring me my email account. I want to see it for myself. I don't trust you. I don't believe that no one will refuse to treat me if they have money," Jerry said.
The assistant had no choice but to take the tablet and open it to look at the incoming mail.
He had sent invitations to many medical teams, but they all rejected him in a subtle way.
Nonsense. The best and most authoritative team in the United States had performed several surgeries and barely managed to keep him alive until now. If they couldn't cure him, anyone who accepted him at this time would be no different from being a scapegoat. If they couldn't cure him, they would only serve as a foil to the previous teams and get themselves into a storm.
Jerry flipped through all the email records. His eyes gradually became dull. If he had the strength, he would have smashed the tablet to the ground.
At this moment, a mailbox popped up.
"Congressman Jerry? I heard that you have been plagued by illness. As a follower of your party declaration, I want to try treating you. If you have given up on yourself, why don't you try to give me a chance? "
When Jerry saw this message, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Help me find out who sent this email and which team it is from," Jerry said to his assistant anxiously.
The assistant quickly came over and looked at it. He frowned and said, "Congressman, this is an anonymous email. It's not very credible. It's debatable whether it's a lie or not."
"Forget it. Contact this person for me. I'll try everything in a desperate situation! Those doctors have already told me to prepare for my funeral. Who else can I choose to believe? This person is right. Give him a chance. Maybe God is looking after me. "
Linda smiled bitterly. "Congressman, don't be childish, okay? This illness has been treated for two years. If you are optimistic, maybe you can live for another half a year! "
Jerry: "Contact him! Contact him for me! I have no other choice. "
Linda saw his angry expression and smiled bitterly. She picked up her phone and called the phone number left in the anonymous email.
When Stenson heard his phone call, he quickly answered it.
"I'm Congressman Jerry's assistant. Listen, it's not April Fool's Day yet. Don't play pranks and send emails. I know you are from the rival party. You must be gloating, right?" Linda scolded.
"You don't believe this is true, do you? Actually, I don't believe it either, but I'm just here to do things impartially. Tell the congressman that I have a crazy boss here. He said that he can cure you with 60% certainty. I don't know if you dare to try. " Stenson said, "It's none of my business whether he comes or not. I'm only responsible for passing the message. If he wants to come, tell him to go to the poorest Kerman Laboratory on 76th Street."
Then Stenson hung up the phone and threw away the temporary SIM card to avoid this matter from getting out of hand.
Jerry was a little angry when he heard Linda's tone on the phone. "How can you talk to people like that? Do we have a better choice now? "
"They really are crazy. He said himself that his crazy boss said that he has a 60% chance of curing you. This person is really crazy. How many teams don't even have a 1% chance of curing you? He actually said 60%? What a joke! "
Jerry: "I want to go!"
Linda was anxious. "Congressman, are you crazy too?"
Jerry: "Prepare the car. Get someone to come and carry me to the car. I don't think I can live for another half a year. I'm dying. I can even be a lab rat once."
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