I hope you get better soon, little girl
"No matter what the original intention is, Master Zhuang, you have done a great thing." Dean Tian sighed with emotion.
Looking at my girl’s back not far from Zhuang also seems to give birth to a sense of accomplishment.
That’s what it feels like to save a life and give people hope.
This feeling is not far from Zhuang’s happiness, and it is more than when the stone was protected.
It’s worth the money invested!
Not far from Zhuang, he went to the conference room and checked with others again. All 40 volunteers covered all age groups and various illnesses.
Not far from Zhuang, when I was about to leave, suddenly a doctor knocked at the door and came in. "The dean has a patient to quit …"
"Exit? What? " Dean Tian got up. "Who is it? Have you done any patient work? "
"little flower"
"What?" Dean Tian was shocked. "This child’s illness has already dragged on …"
Each of these cases and candidates has been carefully considered.
Are people high and low?
Do children have more vitality than old people? Is married with children needed more than single dog at home?
Who to save and who not to save when the quota is limited?
These ethical questions will never be answered.
When the emotional method bears a certain weight, it can be professional to decide the candidate.
But even dean Tian privately hopes that Xiao Duo can come in.
This child is like a little flower. How can he bear to let her die?
But why did this kid give up his life?
"I just saw that boss Shi and her parents discussed something …" The doctor hesitated. "The nurses said that her parents sold the quota for one million yuan …"
Then the whole conference room was bombed, and both doctors and experts were indignant.
"What kind of parents are these? Is your daughter’s life worth one million?"
"Selling places? What is their quota? Let’s let it go? "
"This kind of person should make them rich!"
"Don’t say that children are koo …"
At that moment, not far from Zhuang, there was an indescribable anger rising in my heart.
This anger is 1000 times stronger than when he recalls what happened to him.
It’s like I’ve been insisting that something has been defiled.
What are you?
Why can you decide others’ life and death?
You don’t want to pay the price and pass it on to others?
This is similar to the original?
But this time it’s not 10 thousand yuan that others have to pay, it’s a child’s life!
Some people don’t really hurt him, and I’m afraid they will never remember.
Not far from Zhuang Huo Ran got up and turned and rushed out.
Outside the ward, he heard Shi Youbao bragging and forcing "even calling me poor?" Mom is always poor, so these are poor people. They deserve to be so poor … "
Not far from Zhuang, he pushed the door straight and went in. He came to Shi Youbao.
"You …" Not far from Shi Youbao frowning at Zhuang.
"Xiaoyuan?" Grandpa is also wondering.
"Pa" rang.
Shi Youbao buries his face and flies out.
Not far from Zhuang, there is no skill to swing your arm around.
"You … you hit me? You know who I am … "
"Pa" is another slap.
Dad Zhuang once personally proved that if you hit a person in the face, he would still force him.
Then call again.
(The price of therapy refers to the millions of dollars per year of gene drugs currently on the market.)
Chapter 543 Bite the hand that feeds you
The silence in the oncology ward of the Second Hospital of Virtual City seems to be solidified.
Zhuang is not far away from Shi Youbao, just like a cat with its tail stepped on.
"How dare he hit me!"
"Does he know who I am? Dare to hit me! "
"Don’t run away and let you know why flowers are so red!"
"I bought that quota. Why don’t you let me have it!"
"Can they blame me if they are willing to give their lives for money?"
"A base life one million he steal to smile! These poor people don’t know if they can earn 1 million for a generation! "
He tried desperately to rush out, but several security guards blocked the door and wouldn’t let him out.
"Dad, don’t worry, I will give you this quota to come back …"
Grandpa sat quietly in the hospital bed and said nothing. No one knew what he was thinking.
Shi Youbao felt that there was something wrong with his state and hurriedly said, "Dad, what’s wrong with you? You say something. "
"What do you want me to say?" Grandpa smiled miserably and shook his head. "My life is my life, isn’t it my life?"
"That was a child. How could you … how could you …"