Chapter 1783: Chapter 1783: Irritable Lord Xiangxiang
"Is there really such a thing?"
"I keep telling you to read more books and newspapers."
Xiangxiang glared: "Work is already overwhelming, who has the leisure like you."
"Alright, alright, I’m the idle one. From now on, I’ll read and tell you about them, okay?"
"It’s so annoying." Xiangxiang resisted Mo Haihao’s increasingly clingy behavior after marriage.
Seeing his wife displeased, Mo Haihao hurriedly said, "Because he successfully completed six transplants and lived to be a centenarian, giving those seeking immortality a glimpse of eternal life. What’s worse is that upon his death, the official statement was not about his body failing but that he chose death, claiming his son died in a plane crash and he had lost all his family, thus losing interest in life. In other words, as long as he wanted to live, he could live forever!"
Xiangxiang angrily slammed the table, finished her chrysanthemum tea, and smashed the cup on the ground, "Isn’t this a deliberate misguidance! Those rich people will definitely follow suit! And where did those six hearts come from? To transplant organs, it must be a living transplant; it’s impossible to transplant after death. The heart must be beating to transplant, which means taking a person’s heart and moving it to someone else’s chest!"
"Calm down, don’t be too impulsive, the poor cup—"
Mo Haihao couldn’t continue, as Xiangxiang’s gaze grew fiercer.
To avoid sleeping in the guest room tonight, Mo Haihao whispered, "I’ll go get another cup of tea."
Shen Cang learned about this, but his expression remained calm.
Xiangxiang angrily demanded, "Boss! Why don’t you share your thoughts? Do you think transplantation is right? Everyone dies eventually, why do this?"
Shen Cang glanced at her calmly and asked, "Is there only harm?"
"What?"
"Is what you’re seeing only the harm of transplantation?"
"What else, are there benefits?"
Shen Cang asked, "Is martial arts for killing or saving people?"
Xiangxiang frowned: "Both, I suppose."
Shen Cang nodded: "Exactly."
Xiangxiang murmured, "You’re saying transplant can both save and kill?"
"Martial arts itself doesn’t inherently involve killing or saving people; it’s just aimed at strengthening the body. But later, martial arts developed good and bad aspects. The good ones were passed down, and the bad ones labeled as evil techniques were strictly prohibited. Doesn’t that unjustly stigmatize martial arts itself?"
Xiangxiang was speechless.
Along with that suppressed frustration, she felt even more stifled.
"Anyway, I don’t think it’s good!"
Shen Cang shook his head: "If a car accident happens, and two brothers—one can’t survive and has brain death, the other has massive internal bleeding and severe injuries, the mother having already lost one child agrees to surgery, using the deceased child to save the other."
"You’re suggesting it’s a good thing, the right thing, the purpose of transplantation? Boss, remember that the concept of brain death emerged only after the first successful heart transplant."
Xiangxiang sneered: "Because the heart must be a living transplant, if there’s no justified reason for transplanting, it would be criticized, so brain death was used as a reason. Does brain death truly exist?"
Shen Cang was stunned.
Xiangxiang continued to sneer: "There was a famous female host who had a car accident abroad, was declared brain dead by foreign doctors, but her family took her back to Hua Country, found treatment at Tongyi Ji Hospital, and she ended up alive and energetic, albeit with an insatiable hunger."
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