Since 1981 Health School

  Chapter 367 Being Roasted on Fire

  In the ward, several family members of patients sat around together, meeting each other and whispering.

  A thin woman looked around and said in a low voice:

"Hey, have you heard? A little girl was hit by a car today. I heard that her liver was broken. The operation fee will cost thousands of dollars, and the expensive medicine will be used later. It can't be paid by thousands of dollars. Poor and unable to afford it, mothers have to give up treatment.”

  A fat woman nodded:

   "I heard, I heard, didn't it mean that the medical expenses have been settled? Why do you want to give up?"

  The woman who was knitting a sweater also put down her work and sighed:

   "This family is really lucky. The director of the hospital paid for her child's medical treatment. My family's conditions are also poor. Now I have to spend one or two hundred yuan. What can I do?"

   "Yes, yes, why doesn't President Chen pay our medical expenses?"

   Several women showed envy and unwillingness on their faces, as if they had missed hundreds of millions.

   "But don't tell me, this dean's ideological consciousness is really high, these thousands of dollars are incredible, how much is his annual salary."

  At this time, the skinny woman pouted,

   "Hundreds and thousands, what is it to Dean Chen of the Fourth Hospital? I heard some doctors say that this dean has earned tens of millions of dollars by operating on wealthy foreign people."

   "My God, is it true? Isn't that making a fortune?"

   "How can he spend so much money? God is really unfair. The rich are so rich, and we are so poor."

   "How much is tens of millions of dollars? I'm a little confused..."

  Seeing the exclamation all around, the thin woman said disdainfully:

"Isn't he highly enlightened and so rich that he can afford the medical expenses for his little girl, so he can't help us? If kneeling down can save hundreds or thousands of dollars, I'm going to give him this too." The headmaster knelt down."

  The women were taken aback when they heard this, and then their eyes lit up:

   "How do you say it? What are your plans?"

"After a while, we will stop that Dean Chen halfway, and we will learn from that woman and kneel down for him to see if he agrees to help us pay the medical bills. If he doesn't agree, it means that he has something to do with that woman." Improper relationship, otherwise why only give people relief?

  It would be best if he agrees, my family can save one or two hundred dollars, how much millet can we sell. How are you going? There are so many people and so much power, maybe this Dean Chen softened his heart and gave us all the hospitalization fees for free. "

  The fat woman slapped her thigh: "Then what are you waiting for? Isn't it just kneeling? I'll just kneel to the Mud Bodhisattva. Anyway, there is no shortage of meat."

  The sweater woman doesn’t have the heart to do handwork anymore: “Sure, then take me, and I’ll go too.”

  These women were discussing on twitter, and the voice became louder and louder. People passing by heard it and stopped in their tracks.

   After a while, many people joined this "kneeling group". For money, these people will do anything.

  Some are poor and crazy, some are not necessarily poor, they are simply broken...

   Poor Chen Qi didn't know anything about the situation. It was almost noon, and he specially invited Dean Guo and Director Zhu to have a meal together in the cafeteria.

  At the dinner table, when Dean Guo heard that Chen Qi decided to give them a set of surgical instruments imported from abroad, he couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

   "My good boy, I read you right. I still think about us when there are good things, but then again, you can give me a set? Then if Lao Zhu has it, I, Lao Guo, don't have a share?"

  Chen Qi was very speechless: "Dean Guo, now we are competitors, and I am so easy to become an enemy, do you still want me to hang around in the Fourth Academy?"

"It's just right if the fourth hospital can't get along. Come to our People's Hospital, I'll let you be the vice president, oh no, if you want to be the president, I'll let you do it too, how about it? You hurry up and bring 4 state-of-the-art operating rooms Come join us."

  Chen Qi almost squirted out the dried vegetable soup.

  Zhu Huoyan quickly rescued Chen Qi:

   "President Guo, haven't you always wanted to see Chen Qi's set of tens of thousands of dollars of surgical instruments? Come on, let's take a look while we are free today."

  President Guo was also happy when he heard it: "Go, what are you waiting for, let's have a look."

   Several people were chatting and laughing as they just walked out of the cafeteria. When they came to the yard, a large group of people suddenly rushed over.

   These people were old and young, men and women. When they saw Chen Qi, they immediately surrounded him, and then they all knelt on the ground.

  With this posture, you can become an extra in a palace scene, and you only need to shout: "The emperor is dead~~~"

   Before Chen Qi could react, a thin woman burst into tears:

   "Master Qingtian, you have to decide for us~~~"

  The fat woman next to her hurriedly pulled her, and shouted in a low voice: "It's wrong, it's wrong, we're not complaining."

"Oh, Dean Chen, you can't just leave him alone, my man is lying on the bed and dying, I'm sorry my family has sold out all the tiles, I really have no money for medical treatment~~~ "

  The thin woman took the lead, and others started howling:

   "Dean Chen, please help my old man, we have stopped taking medicine for 2 days, if we don't help, it will be too late~~~"

   "My wife is so miserable. She broke her waist a few days ago and is still lying down and unable to move. If this continues, the children in the family will have no money to go to school, and eating will become a problem."

   "Dean Chen, please give me some money."

   "Dean Chen..."

  Chen Qi's mind went crazy, and he was at a loss. He had never seen such a scene in two generations. There were more than 20 people kneeling on the floor, kowtowing while kneeling. The picture was too miserable.

  Those who didn’t know thought he was Huang Shiren, and all the people kneeling on the ground were Yang Bailao, as if they had returned to the old society.

   "This, this can't be done, can't be done, you get up, get up quickly, what's going on?"

   "Dean Chen, if you don't agree to help us, we won't get up~~~"

   "Yeah, anyway, I can't live anymore, it's better to kneel to death~~~"

   "Dean Chen, please help us pay the hospitalization fee, we will be grateful to your ancestors for eighteen generations~~~"

  The astonishing scene in front of the cafeteria, with loud cries, immediately attracted the attention of all the staff and hospitalized patients.

  In a short time, the small courtyard was already full of people on the inner and outer third floors. Many patients even joined the kneeling team when they heard that the young dean in the center of the venue could pay the medical bills for others.

  At first, there were more than a dozen people, and then more than 20 people. In the end, I couldn't count how many people were crying.

  The small courtyard knelt together, making Chen Qi standing in the middle more prominent. The problem is that this "focus" is definitely not a good thing.

  Because many onlookers have already started pointing at him.

  President Guo sighed when he saw this scene: "Sure enough, you are still too young, and now you are being roasted on the fire."

  (end of this chapter)