Blackstone Code

The sunlight shines on people through the glass windows, making people feel the warmth of spring in early spring.

Lynch sat by the window and looked at Drago, with some emotion in his heart. He was already thirty-four years old, and in a few months, he would be thirty-five.

What happened when I was eighteen years old seemed like just yesterday. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

Time is really scary. Without you realizing it, little by little, it will take away everything you have.

Youth, health, and even life!

Time is a thief. You know it is stealing, but you can't do anything about it, not even to stop it.

The once high-spirited Drago became an old man waiting to die in a hospital bed. This is the cruelty of time.

He rubbed his face with his wrinkled hands, "Lynch, I heard... there is a way to alleviate death, right?"

This was something he heard someone mention by chance at a social event.

As the leading party in cooperating with the United Development Company, Drago owns some shares in the United Development Company and is considered a shareholder in a medium or small amount.

During the most popular period of United Development Company, this identity made him very popular in various social situations!

It was also because of this identity that he learned that there was an agency in the Federation that specialized in making people live longer.

But this organization is a very secretive secret society, and only a handful of top wealthy people know about it.

Lynch hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "I don't want to lie to you, Drago. There is indeed such an institution, but they haven't yet made it possible for people to live for a long time in the true sense."

"Their current main research direction is to take out the human brain and keep the brain active."

"I don't know what it feels like. You may be trapped in a dream and never wake up. If one day you get tired of it, you won't even be able to commit suicide!"

After hearing this for a few seconds, Drago sighed with some emotion, "But I'm still alive, right?"

"You could indeed say that if all you knew about 'me' was your brain."

"But from my point of view, you only have one organ left alive, so that may not be you."

The fear in Drago's eyes seemed to have faded a lot. He said sincerely, "I'm not as good as him. He can face death, but I hope to live longer."

“How much is the threshold fee for this program?”

Lynch shook his head, "It has nothing to do with money, it only serves high-level society."

Drago's eyes began to fill with despair again, and he wanted to ask Lynch if he could...but in the end he did not do that.

Because he knew very well that he had only one chance to plead with Lynch. If he used this time, his children and grandchildren would not be taken care of by Lynch.

From a biological instinct, he wanted to continue living, but his reason told him that it was best to follow the essential development of the world, die honestly, and return to heaven and earth.

There is no kingdom of heaven, no kingdom of God. In fact, he or the high priest know this very well. When a person dies, he is dead.

Religion is the best tool in the hands of rulers, like a hammer or a knife. It is not true!

When a person dies, there is really no more!

This fear deeply entangled Drago's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He didn't say anything until Lynch left, asking Lynch to help him once and let his brain survive.

After Lynch left Drago's ward, he found the attending doctor. The doctor so far didn't have much clue about the development of Drago's condition.

He started out like a normal cold, so much so that his family doctor didn't think he needed to go to the hospital!

It wasn't until he started to have a high fever that he was taken to the hospital because his family doctor lacked specific medicines.

"Many of his organs have failed. The cold may have been just a trigger. Those viruses disrupted the already fragile balance in his body, and then the whole body began to collapse."

"Experts came for consultation, and they thought that even if he didn't have this cold, he would only have one or two years at most."

"You may die from other diseases or from organ failure."

Doctors are pessimistic about the development of Drago's condition and believe Drago won't survive more than a month.

And this was despite all-out treatment, and he had to bear thousands of dollars in high medical expenses every day.

If it were an ordinary person, he wouldn't even need to rescue him, because ordinary families can't afford the money and subsequent expenses.

In less than a week, he had already spent more than 60,000 yuan. By the time of his death, he would need to pay about 200,000 yuan in medical expenses.

Because of his age - he exceeded the last payment deadline for medical insurance, which is sixty years old.

Therefore, he cannot enjoy the care of paying insurance to reduce the cost of medical services. He has to pay in full!

It is a very heavy process, but it is a process that everyone must go through.

Everyone dies, Lynch knows it.

After returning to the office, he asked the legal staff to check the contracts. After confirming that there were no traps or problems, Lynch signed his name on the contract agreements.

A month later, almost all of Drago’s fortune will be one of many projects Blackstone Capital has taken over.

It’s not even the biggest.

Thinking of this, Lin Qi was inevitably a little worried, because he thought of Serra.

Sera is also in her fifties, and in this era, she is already a "grandma."

Who will be next?

Her?

This may be a worry unique to middle-aged people!

Unlike when they were young, they never cared about this issue, who was healthy or not, or how old someone was.

Because in the world of young people, aging and death are too far away from them!

So far that even if they encounter it occasionally, they won't put their minds on it!

But when people reach middle age, these issues will begin to be taken seriously, because the world is fair, and it won’t be long before it is their turn!

The next day, Lynch gave the signed contract to Drago, who handed it directly to the lawyer, and then spent some time alone with Lynch.

"I'm going to end the treatment." Drago asked Lynch for a cigarette, and Lynch gave it to him.

When he said this, he had no inhibitions.

Feeling the special mellowness and fragrance of tobacco, Drago relaxed completely, and the threat of death seemed to have left him.

After squinting his eyes and enjoying the comfort brought by nicotine for a moment, he looked at Lynch, "I want to die with dignity, not like this."

"They inject me with a lot of things every day and insert a lot of instruments into me. I'm like a puppet. I don't want me to die in the hospital or on the bed."

"I want to go home and die on my bed. I will put on my best clothes and go to death calmly."

This was Drago's determination after thinking about it all night.

He knew earlier than Lynch that he only had one month left to live. This was still a relatively good budget, and the time might be shorter.

He had been resuscitated once and knew how bad it felt.

It wasn't the feeling of dying. He was unconscious at that time and he had no feeling for a long time.

The worst thing he felt was that it felt terrible to be rescued, with things inserted all over his body. They even planned to open his chest to intervene in the heartbeat, and the purpose of doing so was to add a bigger expense to the bill.

Lynch supported his idea, "Do whatever you want to do. As a friend, all I can do is support all your decisions."

At noon that day, Drago completed the discharge procedures and returned home with the support of his family.

He explained to the family about the subsequent disposition of the property. Although some people were somewhat resistant to handing over almost most of the property to Lynch, it was Drago's decision.

When he is conscious, with a lawyer and video recording, he has the right to make any disposal of his property.

In fact, there are benefits to doing this. The existence of the family trust fund can prevent his family from being troubled by poverty in their lifetime.

Even the next generation, the next generation, the next generation...

As long as there is no problem with the fund, the entire family will continue to benefit!

After Lynch and Drago had their last dinner together in the evening, Lynch left.

Drago lay back on the bed in the bedroom and covered himself with a thick quilt.

On top of the quilt lies a handmade blanket from Nagalir.

He stroked the somewhat rough blanket, and the flame of life in his eyes was almost too weak to go out.

With his family members all around him, he asked his son to take a small doll that was placed on his desk and hold it in his hand.

This is a small toy that his father made for him. Inexplicably, this is what he wants most at this time.

"I'm dying."

Without the support of medical technology, his life soon came to an end.

The world in his eyes had turned yellow and darkened. He seemed to be looking at his family, but all he saw was a blurry shadow.

"After I die... everything will be done according to the will."

"Don't fight, don't rob. You are still outsiders to this country."

"When your children and grandchildren grow up, they will be the own people of this country."

"I begged Lynch, if you encounter trouble that you can't get through, you can ask for his help, but please remember, don't use this favor for everything."

"Only consider using it when trouble arises that affects your ability to continue living."

"I have nothing good to say to you. I have done everything I think is right and what I should do in my life."

"It's time to leave, even though I don't want to."

"When I die, send my ashes back to Nagaril, where I belong..."