917: C917 Treating That Boy

C917 Treating That Boy

Because a lot of media knows about it, and it's been going on all day. If that boy couldn't be treated, then this matter would definitely be reported by the reporters one after another. Once such an outcome appeared, it would have a huge impact on the reputation of the hospital.

When the reporters saw Wang Xiao appear, they all rushed towards Wang Xiao and asked him a lot of questions. For example, how was the boy's condition right now, how confident Wang Xiao's hospital was in treating him, and how much he needed to pay for his treatment.

Wang Xiao was really annoyed by the reporters' incessant questioning. Damn it. Instead of spending time asking those boring questions, the reporters might as well donate their love to the boy. That would be more practical. After feeling the tiredness of these people, Wang Xiao finally understood. Why did Sun Dafu beat up these reporters? Damn it, not only did Sun Dafu want to beat up these reporters, but he also wanted to beat them up. Even I wanted to beat them up.

When the security guards in the hospital saw that Wang Xiao was surrounded by reporters, they rushed over aggressively. Ghosts were afraid of bad people. When the reporters saw the security guards rushing out aggressively, they retreated one after another.

With the security guards clearing the way, Wang Xiao moved forward unimpeded. Mr. Du followed Wang Xiao into the office. When they entered the office, Wang Xiao invited Mr. Du to take a seat. After that, he went straight to the point. "Tell me how the boy is doing."

Under Mr. Du's explanation, Wang Xiao found out that the boy's condition was good for the time being. The boy had never been ill since he had gotten the help of Wang Xiao's Genuine Qi and the doctors' treatment. Wang Xiao had expected this.

When he was going to the ancient ruins back then, Wang Xiao had used the Genuine Qi to maintain the boy's life. Unless there was an accident, otherwise, That boy would absolutely be fine within a month. Following Mr. Du's narration, Wang Xiao learned more about the situation.

After the hospital's hard work and the help of the charitable machine, The heart that was transferred to the boy was found, but the charity organization cost two million yuan. And they could only provide fifty thousand dollars to the boy.

Wang Xiao was very angry when he heard Mr. Du's story. Damn it, those organizations were usually full of benevolence and morality. It was as if he had saved a god, saving countless poor people. But at the crucial moment, Those grandsons had turned off their engines. These sanctimonious fellows, Wang Xiao had long disliked them. They ate and drank with the donations of countless people. Buying luxury cars to keep their lovers, when did they truly offer their love to the poor? Even if they did, It was just to deal with society.

One must bear in mind that the two million worth of treatment fees... They only sponsored fifty thousand yuan. This was clearly a drop in the bucket. To Wang Xiao, this was a drop in the bucket. Wang Xiao would rather reject the donation of those robots. He might as well take all the money himself. Because Wang Xiao really didn't want those Son of A Bitch, because it was just a few tens of thousands. He could shamelessly say something on the news, and how many people had they helped? They had saved countless people.

These were not the things that made Wang Xiao angry the most. What made Wang Xiao angry the most was that Mr. Du had found out from other sources. The heart that was originally transplanted to the boy was originally donated by a volunteer's father, the volunteer's father. Because his son had died of illness, he had donated all the organs in his son's body, hoping to help those in need.

It was just that the great father never dreamed that his love would actually become a tool for those people to earn money. When Mr. Du learned about this, he went to find the other party to reason with. He originally thought that the other party would be wary of taking advantage of the other party's weakness and would not dare to deny it.

However, Mr. Du did not expect the man to answer him this way. What did the man say? Although they were in charge of these matters, they would not help the people who would die. They would only help the living. Every single cent that they sponsored would be used on those who were alive.

Crack!

Because Wang Xiao was very angry, he crushed the ballpoint pen on the table. Wang Xiao was sure that if he had been there and heard what the other person said, he would have taught that person a lesson. He would have beaten the other person until his face was swollen and his parents did not know him.

"What's the man's name?" Wang Xiao asked. Wang Xiao asked.

After Mr. Du told Wang Xiao the man's name, he turned to Wang Xiao and said, "Director, I want to collect evidence against that man because I don't want that man to continue to wear human skin and ruin the reputation of those organizations."

"No need. You don't need to worry about this. I will get the Huaxing Gang to kill that person." Wang Xiao said expressionlessly. He was a martial artist, so Wang Xiao had his own way of dealing with things. When he encountered such a person, Wang Xiao did not need to collect any evidence to deal with him. Instead, he killed him.

In Wang Xiao's opinion, collecting evidence to deal with such a person was just a waste of time. Moreover, during the gathering of evidence, he would only give the other party more time to do bad things, so Wang Xiao wanted to kill that person directly. Wang Xiao was the kind of person who hated evil as well as hatred. As long as he saw something unfair, he would intervene.

"Director, what about the treatment fees? Should we continue to apply for treatment fees and get as much sponsorship as possible? After all, the boy's situation is very special and his family is very poor. So if we apply, we should be able to apply for more money. " Mr. Du said.

No need. I will pay for all the processing fees. Go and arrange for the relevant doctors to take action immediately." Wang Xiao shook his head. He did not want to waste any more time. Wang Xiao knew very well that the boy's parents must have lived as long as a year. Even in his dreams, he thought that their child would recover as soon as possible. That was why Wang Xiao wanted to treat the boy as soon as possible. To reassure his parents.

"Director..." When Mr. Du heard that Wang Xiao wanted to pay for the boy, he wanted to say something, but stopped. He wanted to say something, but he could not. Perhaps Mr. Du wanted to dissuade Wang Xiao. There's no need for you to pay a lot of money for that boy. Because there were many poor people in this world, and many people who were sick. If Wang Xiao was willing to give his heart to that boy every time he encountered such a situation, No matter how much money Wang Xiao had, he would not be able to endure such spending.

"Go, there's no need to say anything." Wang Xiao waved his hand. Of course, he knew what Mr. Du wanted to say, but Wang Xiao didn't have much time because he was about to enter the provincial capital and join forces with the Big Knife Sect to deal with the Wolf Fang Gang. Wang Xiao knew very well that when he joined the provincial capital and joined forces with the Big Knife Sect to deal with the Wolf Fang Gang, he would have no more time.

Therefore, Wang Xiao had to take advantage of the time to treat his opponent. Although two million was a lot of money, it wasn't a lot to Wang Xiao. However, if he continued to treat the patient like this, no matter how much money he had, he would not be able to bear the cost.

After Mr. Du left the office, Wang Xiao opened the message to see if there was any big news recently. Mr. Du would need at least half an hour to arrange it anyway, so Wang Xiao decided to take a break.

How powerful could a person be? Only now did Wang Xiao understand the meaning of this sentence. Indeed, the greater a person's ability, the greater the responsibility. It was precisely because Wang Xiao had great ability that he had great responsibility.

If Wang Xiao was just an ordinary person, then he would have a great responsibility. Then his responsibility would not be so great, and he would not have to worry about so many things and treat so many people for free. However, Wang Xiao also wanted to do his best to help those who were truly in trouble, as well as those who needed help.

Perhaps it was because the environment was different, so Wang Xiao could feel the desire of those ordinary people to be helped. When a person fell into despair, he really wanted to get help from the people. He wanted to get help from the people who loved him.

After opening the news, a piece of news attracted Wang Xiao's attention. In some countries in the tropical rainforest, there were some rare illnesses, and countless people died. However, Wang Xiao only took a glance at the news and browsed through other news. In Wang Xiao's opinion, as long as the people in his country lived well, it would be fine.

Wang Xiao browsed the webpage for less than half an hour before Mr. Du came to inform him that the surgery could begin. Half an hour was very short for those who had nothing to do. Almost in the blink of an eye, time had passed. However, for those who were waiting anxiously, half an hour was a very long time.

Before the treatment, Wang Xiao met with the attending physicians and told them to do their jobs. Those doctors admired Wang Xiao's medical skills. Wang Xiao was their director, so they had no objections to Wang Xiao's instructions.2

After everything was ready, Wang Xiao brought the three attending physicians to the treatment room. Outside the treatment room, the patient's parents and family members were already waiting. They had come early to wait because they knew that the hospital was performing surgery on their child today.

Wang Xiao saw a middle-aged woman who looked very haggard. This woman was the patient's mother. He remembered that when he saw her half a month ago, she was not so old and haggard. In just half a month, this great mother had become so haggard.

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