Zhang's statement was like a pledge, and it caused a huge uproar when a stone was thrown at the scene.
Dr. Qiu and the seniors around him couldn't help but show admiration when they looked at Zhang's confident face.
Shen Youhuan nodded vigorously: Junior brother, you are good. You are a warrior and have the spirit of responsibility to speak out at this moment.
Feng Yicong and the others anxiously grabbed Zhang Desheng's clothes and said, "Why did you speak first? You want to help, don't we want to help? Let's talk together."
Xie Wanying, who was walking over from behind the curtain, heard this voice. Instantly, a warm feeling filled her heart.
In clinical practice, physicians and surgeons often need to collaborate.
Especially when rescuing critically ill patients, the collective wisdom of doctors from various departments is the greatest weapon to win the battle against the disease.
To be fair, when she heard that Zhang wanted to work in the ICU, she encouraged Zhang to go with a little selfishness in her heart. If a classmate she knew well could work in the ICU, it would undoubtedly be beneficial to her future surgical work.
Hearing a noise from behind, Xie Wanying immediately turned around.
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The door of the leader's office in the distance finally opened. Zhang Huayao walked out of the door, followed by Cao Yong, who had gone in to talk before.
"Doctor Cao, I'll believe what you say first." Zhang Huayao pointed at the other person and said.
It can be heard that Senior Brother Cao made some kind of promise to Boss Zhang.
When everyone was guessing what the guarantee was, Boss Zhang's cell phone rang.
At this moment, everyone was in a state of uncertainty, not knowing whether any slight disturbance would affect the leader’s decision.
"Hello." Zhang Huayao picked up the phone and put it to his ear and said, "Who do you want to donate money?"
Have the patients’ sky-high medical expenses been paid for?
A group of people stretched their necks in a hurry.
In this world, money really can make the world go round.
"Do you want to know about the patient's condition?" Zhang Huayao asked as a matter of course. When he heard the negative answer, his pupils widened and his tone revealed doubt. "Don't you need to ask? Just donate directly?"
Hearing this news, the onlookers were shocked: Who is so rich that he would donate directly without asking the doctor? Isn't he afraid that his money will be thrown into the sea? Maybe this person actually has a special personal relationship with the patient.
As a doctor, Zhang Huayao needs to ask: "What is your relationship with the patient?"
"It doesn't matter. Just know that she's a medical student."
"Will you donate money to all medical students who are sick? She is not the only medical student who is sick." Zhang Huayao revealed an intriguing fact.
Medical students are also human beings, and some of them are sick and seriously ill. Every year, the number of seriously ill medical students in the metropolitan area who need donations for treatment is no less than double digits.
As far as Zhang knows, this big money donor usually donates to many medical schools other than the National Association. Moreover, it seems that he has never donated money to medical students for treatment. He is only willing to donate money to hospital laboratories and provide scholarships to outstanding medical students.
It sounds like these rich people are really cold-hearted and have no sympathy for sick people.
As mentioned before, when rich people donate, they are very concerned about the investment-output ratio. They would rather donate a technology to benefit all mankind rather than focus on one or two living beings. This is because they have the ability to do so. Ordinary people cannot make such far-reaching plans and can only focus on individuals.
"Mr. Qi has instructed that the patient should be put on the machine." The assistant who spoke on the other side stated the donation request on behalf of the donor.
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