Warehouse Treasure Hunting: Start With The Crown Of Thorns

In Rose Town, Oakes, Frederic Payne was outside the ICU of the only hospital in town.

"The leukemia of your aunt is already in an advanced stage. She needs a bone marrow transplant within a month.

It will cost at least one hundred thousand dollars. Make sure you have the money ready."

The doctor's words echoed in Frederic's ears again and again.

He turned his head and looked at the old woman lying in the hospital bed through the transparent glass of the ICU.

She was in a coma, and only the life-support machine was helping her breathe. There was a pained expression on her face.

Frederic's eyes turned red as he stared at the old woman. Then, in the end, he couldn't help sobbing. "Auntie, you are my only family in this world. I will find a way to save you."

He was an orphan because his parents passed away when he was very young.

Since then, he lived with his uncle's family. His life was okay with them, but the good times didn't last long. His uncle died in a car accident.

His aunt, Martha Payne brought him up alone, and he knew how much hardship she had gone through because of him.

Frederic always regarded his aunt as his own mother.

This afternoon, he got his salary from KFC, so he bought his aunt's favorite cake on the way back.

He wanted to surprise her. But when he entered the door, he saw her lying on the floor, unconscious.

Their town was small and not densely populated, so he didn't find it hard to call an ambulance. His aunt was immediately taken to the hospital and was in the ICU now.

"Frederic, you really got into the University of Clyde. That's great news!" his aunt exclaimed excitedly.

"Actually, I have been waiting for this day to come. Here, take this card. I have been saving money for your tuition and living expenses.

You know that I only had little formal education. So I am hoping that you can make a difference. All I want is for you to have a better life in the future. Marry a beautiful wife and have lovely children."

Frederic seemed to hear his aunt's caring words.

He took out the light black bank card from his pocket and clenched it tightly in his hand.

This card had thirty thousand dollars in it, which his aunt had saved over the years.

'You have known for a long time that you have leukemia, but you chose not to undergo treatment because you kept saving money for me,' he thought.

Frederic bit his lower lip, forcing himself not to cry. But tears welled up in his eyes, making them red.

After a while, he finally came to his senses with only one thought in his mind.

'No, I can't just waste my time here. I need to get enough money for my aunt's operation.'

Frederic stood up resolutely and went to the cashier. He paid ten thousand dollars to keep his aunt in the ICU.

Then he walked out of the hospital. Because of what he had been going through, his body looked a little rickety.

There were only twenty thousand dollars left on his bank card now. He needed at least eighty thousand dollars more for his aunt's operation.

Eighty thousand dollars was a lot of money for a young man who had just graduated from high school.

How could he possibly come up with such an amount through normal legal means?

Did it mean he had to resort to something illegal?

Should he steal money from someone? How about robbing a bank? Or maybe he could sell illegal drugs.

Even if he could afford to abandon his moral principles, his aunt wouldn't allow it for sure.

Frederic's aunt had high expectations for him. She absolutely didn't want to see him make wrong choices.

He took out his phone and opened his contact list, wanting to contact his teachers and classmates in high school.

He was hoping to get some help from them.

The first person Frederic called was Nina Myers, one of his good friends. "Hello, Nina..."

A pleasant female voice came through from the other end of the line. "Frederic! Why do you call me all of a sudden? Do you want to invite me to Owen's party?"

Frederic replied cautiously, "No, Nina. My aunt is sick. I need some money."

Nina was silent for a while. Then she said in an unpleasant tone, "I'm sorry I can't help you."

Frederic was rejected in his first call. He comforted himself that it was only normal. Then he made a second call.

"Hello, Owen. Can you possibly lend me some money?"

"Catherine, I..."

After calling all the numbers in his contact list, Frederic sighed wearily.

As he expected, he got nothing but a bunch of blessings.

Frederic forcibly cheered himself up and looked through his contact list again to see if he had missed anyone.

Suddenly, a piece of news popped up on the screen of his phone.

He was not in the mood to read the news at this time, so he was about to swipe it off directly. But his fingers froze in midair.

His eyes were fixed on the headline.

"Warehouse Treasure Hunting: Another lucky person in Elm Town got a one-hundred-thousand-dollar treasure for only one thousand dollars."

Driven by curiosity, Frederic clicked on the link.

The content of the news was very simple. Basically, the headline already told the whole story.

Someone from Elm Town took part in the auction and acquired a warehouse for only one thousand dollars. The warehouse contained a treasure worth one hundred thousand dollars.

Warehouse Treasure Hunting?

Frederic wondered if he could give it a try.

However, he soon dismissed this idea.

This kind of activity was similar to gambling. Of course, it was great to get a valuable warehouse. But some warehouses might only have a pile of trash. This would make the buyers lose all their money.

And his aunt worked very hard to save the money on his bank card now. She had sacrificed her health for it, so it had to be her lifesaver.

He didn't have the right to use it in gambling.

Frederic thought hard of ways to get enough money. But he couldn't come up with feasible ones, so he gradually felt desperate.

What could he do? Should he just watch his only family in this world die?

'No way!'

Frederic shouted in his heart. Actually, there was one last way to get enough money in a short time.

That was selling his organs.

He could sell his organs to some rich people.

He had two kidneys, and selling one of them wouldn't affect his normal life.

At this time, Frederic didn't care about its effect on his body.

What only mattered to him now was his aunt. He must save her life.

Frederic's eyes were filled with fierce determination. He pulled out a necklace from under his shirt and opened the locket. Inside was a photo of him and his parents when he was seven years old.

In the photo, his parents were both wearing white coats and black-framed glasses, smiling at the camera.

He rode on his father's neck, looking at the camera in a domineering manner.

Who would have thought that not long after the photo was taken, the young couple would die because of an explosion in the laboratory?

They left a seven-year-old boy to be raised by his uncle and aunt.

Frederic stared at the young couple in the photo and sobbed. "Dad, Mom, Auntie is my only family. I must save her life, and I can only do it by selling my kidney. You will support me in heaven, right?"

He held the locket tightly as if it could give him infinite courage.

A small metal thorn protruded from the edge of the locket. But he didn't feel it because he held it too tightly.

The thorn cut through his skin and dug into his palm. But as soon as a drop of blood oozed out, it shrank back.

The drop of blood immediately seeped into the pendant, leaving no trace.

Without any idea of what had happened, Frederic stood up and walked back to the hospital. He wanted to consult Dr. Charlie Collins about selling kidneys.

However, as soon as he stepped into the hospital entrance, he suddenly slipped and fell onto the floor in a dead faint.

At this moment, he only felt that he had fallen into the deep dark sea, and his body kept sinking until he lost all consciousness.

A long time had passed.

Frederic finally opened his eyes, but his mind was blank.

He was lying on a bed in the hospital ward, staring blankly at the white ceiling.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a nurse came in.

Seeing that Frederic's eyes were open, she quickly approached him and asked with concern, "Are you okay? How are you feeling now?"

Frederic stared blankly at the nurse's chest and asked subconsciously, "Where am I?"

"You're in a ward of the hospital. You suddenly fainted at the entrance, and you've been in a coma for an hour."

As the nurse spoke, she noticed that Frederic was staring at her chest. She quickly stepped back and avoided his eyes with some disgust.

But unexpectedly, he turned his eyes to her stockinged legs.

The nurse felt that Frederic was so rude. Feeling offended, she put on a cold look and said, "I'm going to get Dr. Collins."

Then she turned around and quickly left without looking back.

Frederic was still stunned, staring blankly at the door with his eyes wide open. He couldn't believe what he had seen just now.

When he looked at the nameplate on the nurse's chest and the silk stockings on her legs, some words suddenly appeared in front of him.

"St. Mary Hospital nurse's nameplate, 5 cents."

"A pair of well-worn silk stockings, one cent. But they can be sold at a high price to people with a stocking fetish."

After the nurse left, Frederic looked at the other items in the ward. He also saw similar words in front of him.

"A teacup, two cents."

"A repeatedly washed but sterilized white bed sheet, one dollar. It's not a good buy."

"Host's slender palm with several calluses caused by holding pens for a long time, not recommended to sell."

Frederic did this for about an hour.

Then he finally confirmed that he could see the value of everything.

At this time, the news about the Warehouse Treasure Hunting popped up in his head.

Maybe he didn't need to sell his kidney anymore.

'I just need someone to take me to the warehouse auction,' he thought.

Frederic tried to recall the people he knew. Finally, he decided to approach one of his aunt's neighbors.

His name was Jack Miller.