Bruno shrugged, disagreeing with Ye Qingqing's statement. "God is indeed fair, but rich people can bribe Death with money to stay on Earth for a few more years, or even decades."
The rich fear death most, so they try every means to use money to delay the approach of death, and they succeed.
Ye Qingqing smiled. Bruno was right. Rich people can indeed buy their lives. Wasn't the so-called research institute that Yuwen Feng used to run just to serve the rich?
There are countless medical scoundrels like this; Yuwen Feng is just one of them that has been exposed.
“But they will still die eventually; it’s impossible to postpone it indefinitely,” Ye Qingqing said.
Bruno smiled and nodded, "That's right, everyone eventually has to meet God. Miss Ye, I'll go contact that patient right away."
He excitedly went to make the call. The Asian patient was his main client, but unfortunately, he was too old and could only be treated conservatively. But even if the patient had a lot of money, he couldn't bribe death.
I hope Ms. Ye can cure this patient!
The next day, Bruno told Ye Qingqing, "The patient will come back in a week."
Ye Qingqing was taken aback. "So fast?"
“He can’t afford to delay any longer.” Bruno smiled helplessly.
Ye Qingqing didn't take this patient too seriously. She thought he was just an ordinary wealthy Chinese man. There are countless rich people in China, and countless people fled overseas during wartime. In addition, Chinese people are generally low-key and believe that wealth should not be flaunted. So sometimes, many seemingly ordinary old men and women are actually extremely wealthy!
The patient Bruno mentioned is very likely to be in this situation. As for being a descendant of royalty, Ye Qingqing doesn't believe it at all. What era are we living in? There are no royal descendants anymore. He's probably just an ordinary rich man!
She examined Sang Wanhua's body and found that she was still quite weak, but her spirits were much better and her body was not as painful as before.
"That's good. We'll eat the remaining half of the chicken in another week," Ye Qingqing said.
"Okay, you decide."
Sang Wanhua smiled slightly, and one could vaguely see her youthful charm.
When Ye Qingqing mentioned Bruno's patient, the old lady frowned, somewhat worried, "Qing'er, are you confident? If you fail, you might face a lawsuit."
"It's alright. I've already spoken with Dr. Bruno. He'll make sure I sign a waiver before I treat him, and he won't be responsible if I die."
The old lady was relieved and very pleased, thinking that the little girl was becoming more and more reliable in handling things.
Sang Wanhua thought for a moment and asked, "Is the one Bruno mentioned also Chinese?"
"Yes, Dr. Bruno also said he's a descendant of royalty and super rich." Ye Qingqing found it amusing to think about it.
Sang Wanhua knew who it was as soon as she heard it. She had stayed in the hospital for a while and knew about the mysterious patient. The hospital did indeed have the legend that he was a descendant of the royal family of an ancient Eastern country, and that his family's castle was made of jade.
She certainly didn't believe any of that, but it was true that this Chinese tycoon was rich, much richer than her son-in-law Allen's family.
“I know that patient. He’s quite old, but he looks pretty healthy. I’ve seen him at the hospital a few times,” Sang Wanhua said. She thought for a moment and then added, “The patient’s surname seems to be Gongsun. I remember that’s his name. He’s definitely not a descendant of royalty.”
Ye Qingqing responded with an "oh," still not taking it to heart. There are many people with the surname Gongsun, nothing unusual.
But she always felt like there was something she had overlooked, a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on.
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