I saw something I shouldn't have seen.

It was only later that I realized, Shengwu wasn't really making culture media for biological experiments; it was just a front for the company.

Its main business was organ trafficking.

Those culture media... were all for their own "goods".

These "goods" were organs and tissues cut from healthy human bodies—corneas, hearts, kidneys, bone marrow, bladders, and so on...

Those things, if they didn't have a match right away, were kept in our culture media because sooner or later, they would be used.

Nowadays, people have better material lives and everyone wants to live longer.

For example, like that person you mentioned... Lanlan's mother.

Actually, that woman was different from others. She wanted to live for her daughter.

She found our company through a group for patients in need, secretly.

Only insiders understand this business; a healthy person wouldn't go through such trouble to find this kind of service.

Of course, she knew our resources weren't clean, but what could she do? She had a daughter, she needed to live.

There are many people like her.

So in this industry, demand always exceeds supply.

These organs... are obtained locally.

What I stumbled upon that day was Director Fang cutting up one of my colleagues.

How smart they are! Saying colleagues don't socialize, separating workspaces, it was all to prevent us from knowing each other well and realizing when someone suddenly disappeared.

They specifically look for orphans without parents, like me, because when we die, no one cares.

You know, people like us don't have many relatives.

Give a little love, and it magnifies tenfold.

The so-called humanitarian care is just to make us devoted and loyal.

Director Fang once told me, "This bunch of people, they're very useful. While they're alive, a little afternoon tea or a birthday gift can make them work like a horse for me."

Those who lack love are the easiest to fool.

That's why the company values our bodies and organs. If there's even a minor problem, they can’t sell at a good price, so regular health check-ups are arranged. Any issue and we're told to rest immediately.

They secretly test our genes and tissue compatibility, and if there's a match, the company's core executives will hire people, pretending to offer us high-paying jobs.

Follow-up work is crucial.

Those who receive transplants must sign an agreement beforehand. After the transplant, they take over the recipient’s WeChat, email, phone, and even social media accounts like Weibo to maintain the illusion that the person is still alive.

Humans are emotional beings; you ignore them once or twice, and they won't look for you anymore.

But I didn't expect you to be so serious about Zhang Jiao's case.

Originally, I had no intentions towards him, but I accidentally discovered Director Fang's secret.

He was about to inject me with a lethal dose while I was strapped to that chair, but I told him, "I'm an orphan, I know many orphans. Spare me, and I can work for you."

He asked me, "Why should I trust you?"

I said, "I can deliver goods to you next week."

Then I brought Zhang Jiao over to "work".

He died in that same chair.

Because of that life I sacrificed, I gained Director Fang's trust.

Afterward... actually, if it weren't for you being too serious, there wouldn't have been so much trouble.

When you started asking to investigate, Director Fang pretended to be a boss from the next office building to lead you off track.

You insisted on going all the way, and later even doubted me.

Director Fang wanted to get rid of you. I begged him, saying you were a teacher at a training institution with many kids under you.

Our organ trade could expand to the children’s sector.

But I didn't expect him to go back on his word. He tricked me into bringing you over, but still wanted to kill you.

Fortunately, I hid in the organ room next door.

You're not Zhang Jiao; you can’t die. If something happens to you, Zhou Jin would really have no friends.

But you know, when I saw Zhang Jiao stop breathing, I suddenly felt a long-lost sense of relief.

The knot in my heart for so many years finally disappeared.

I also became your only and best brother, without a second.