When He Can't Find Me, He'll Secretly Cry Again

Shen Ranxin thought about it, then followed the young doctor anyway.

Back when Cheng Cheng had worked with Shen Ziqing, he might have come into contact with the core data of Shen Ziqing's research.

No matter what, Shen Ranxin had to try and see if he could get any leads from Cheng Cheng.

When he entered, Cheng Cheng was sitting up from the medical pod, his face pale. The moment he turned and saw Shen Ranxin, his eyes brightened slightly.

Shen Ranxin walked to the side of the medical pod and glanced down at the physical readings displayed on it. "How are you feeling?"

Cheng Cheng gave a soft ah and held out his hand for Shen Ranxin to see. "Not bad. I never thought I'd survive."

"True enough. Your internal organs were completely shattered. You nearly didn't make it." Shen Ranxin said, "It was the cloned organs your father spent a fortune and countless efforts cultivating for you that saved your life."

Cheng Cheng froze, clearly not having processed it yet.

At the current level of technology, the vast majority of illnesses and irreversible injuries could be treated with clones.

This did not mean cultivating an entire person. Instead, hematopoietic stem cells were extracted during childhood and used to cultivate all kinds of organs for emergencies.

Such organs were generally preserved in culture dishes and required vast amounts of money and effort every year. Yet organs cultivated from one's own cells had absolutely no rejection response and could be replaced at any time.

Even within the Royal Family, only the Federation Empress had a dedicated medical team like this.

Lu Yeshan had risked his life fighting for the Royal Family in his youth. Only after retiring did he receive this privilege.

Cheng Cheng knew that.

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