However.
At this time, Bao Junyi got out of the car, carrying gifts with his bodyguards, and went to the top floor.
At the same time, his other bodyguards were scattered around the hospital, keeping an eye out for any suspicious people entering.
Bao Junyi and his friends took the elevator to the top floor. At the door of the special ward, Zhang Yuliang was standing there, seemingly waiting for someone.
He saw Bao Junyi coming, hurried over, and said with a smile: "Ayi, it's great that you can come."
"Uncle Zhang was confused before. He shouldn't have ignored your advice and called off the engagement after finding out the whole story."
Bao Junyi said helplessly: "Uncle Zhang, there's no need to be like this."
"I was also at fault for what happened back then, but it's already happened."
"Let's go see Ling'er first."
A trace of frustration flashed across Zhang Yuliang's face, and he said, "Yes... yes! Let's go see Ling'er first."
"She's in there now, go in."
He nodded and walked inside.
Bao Junyi looked into the room and saw a large bed with the person on the bed facing away from the door.
She seemed to hear something and murmured, "I have no appetite now. Let's put the food there first."
"Ling'er..."
At this moment, Zhang Linger, who was lying on the bed, trembled, slowly turned around, her face full of shock.
"You...why are you here?"
"How did you know I was in the hospital?"
Bao Junyi walked to the bedside and looked at Zhang Linger, who was thin and pale. He slowly stretched out his right hand, stroked her face, and murmured, "You've lost weight."
"I haven't seen you for these years. You've lost a lot of weight. The aloof little fairy you used to be is gone."
At this moment, Zhang Linger broke free from his caressing hand, turned her head away, and tears slowly flowed from the corners of her eyes.
"Ayi, don't look."
"I'm so ugly now, I don't want to become like this in your impression."
Bao Junyi felt as if something had pierced his heart, and he whispered, "In my heart, you are always the Ling'er who followed me around when I was little."
"No matter what you have become now, you are still the Ling'er in my heart."
He reached out and stroked her head.
The moment Zhang Linger was touched on the head by him, her body trembled, and then, like a cat, she began to enjoy the feeling.
They seemed to have returned to ten years ago, when they did not have the worries they have now. Every day they happily went to school together, did homework together, and went out to play together.
At this moment, the wall in Zhang Linger's heart was shattered by him, and tears could not help but flow out.
She hugged Bao Junyi and cried loudly in his arms, as if telling about the grievances she had suffered over the years, and the helplessness of being caught between family and love, which she could only endure silently.
However, the crying sound echoed in the ward and even reached the ears of Zhang Yuliang outside.
Zhang Yuliang looked at the ceiling, feeling guilty for causing his daughter to struggle for so many years.
...
Thirty minutes later.
Bao Junyi coaxed Zhang Ling'er to sleep and covered him with a quilt.
When he was about to leave, he found a small hand tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, refusing to let go.
Bao Junyi sighed, carefully pried open her fingers one by one, put her hand under the quilt, and then turned and left the room.
“Pah.”
He closed the door and turned around to see Zhang Yuliang standing behind him.
"Ayi, this is where Ling'er moved out to live, go take a look."
Zhang Yuliang seemed to have made a decision, and took out an envelope with a troubled look on his face.
Bao Junyi hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to take it.
He asked, "Uncle Zhang, why is the success rate of Ling'er's tumor surgery so low?"
"Could it be that we haven't found a suitable medical team?"
Zhang Yuliang sighed and said, "We don't have access to good medical care in Europe and the United States right now."
"I had to use a lot of connections to find this one. Besides, it's already in the late stages, so the success rate is even lower."
"Ling'er is in this condition now. We still need to ask Elder Huo to consult an old Chinese doctor from the mainland. He prescribed a Chinese medicine and combined it with an old mountain ginseng that is over a hundred years old to keep her alive."
Bao Junyi frowned, picked up the Miracle II phone and called Robertson.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Robertson, it's me—Bao Junyi."
"Boss, do you have anything to talk to me about?"
"Robertson, does the US have a top medical team that specializes in surgeries for advanced tumors?"
"As for price, it's not a problem. The key is strong capabilities and high success rate."
Robertson thought for a moment before saying, "Boss, as far as I know, there are indeed several in Europe and America."
"However, I wonder if these medical teams will accept the call?"
Bao Junyi said excitedly: "Robertson, use your connections to invite several companies to come to Hong Kong. Price is not a problem."
“But I just want to succeed.”
"At the same time, tell them that if they succeed, I can even fund the opening of a private hospital in Hong Kong, and they can be the head of the hospital."
Robertson was shocked and asked, "Boss, are you serious?"
"If you open a hospital, the top-notch equipment and instruments alone would cost hundreds of millions of dollars. If you add in other things, it would cost at least several hundred million dollars."
However, Zhang Yuliang next to him was also shocked by Bao Junyi's words.
He never thought that now he would say that opening a private hospital would cost hundreds of millions of dollars, which would be like buying vegetables, a small amount of money.
He had heard several pieces of news before, saying that he had made billions of dollars in Sakura Country, or tens of billions of dollars in the U.S. stock market, or even more outrageous, became the behind-the-scenes helmsman of Iraq.
However, now that he thought about it carefully, these news might be true. He looked at his back in shock and disbelief.
Bao Junyi smiled and said, "Robertson, do you look down on your boss too much?"
"Besides, this is just a small amount of money. I also want to open a top private hospital under the Miracle Group. If you have health problems in the future, you won't be able to go to other hospitals for treatment."
Robertson was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Boss, you've really thought it through."
"Why didn't I think of that..."
Bao Junyi interrupted directly: "Stop talking nonsense, just flatter me."
"Contact them immediately and invite them here. The group will cover all travel expenses. If possible, keep them in Hong Kong once they arrive."
Robert said with a smile: "Boss, you can rest assured that I will do the job."
"I'll go now."
"Go ahead."
After Bao Junyi hung up the phone, he turned to look at Zhang Yuliang and said, "The top medical team should be found soon."
"Maybe, they'll arrive in the next two days and postpone the surgery."
Zhang Yuliang hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "Ayi, it's not that I don't want to postpone it."
"Ling'er's condition is being maintained thanks to the half piece of over a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng left by an old Chinese medicine doctor from the mainland."
"It ran out in two days, so I had to have surgery."
"so..."
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