Chapter 594 Sorry, I can’t do anything
The financial backers have all left, and now it is time for the people at Huashan Hospital to celebrate and be happy.
However, Yu Zhiming still had a busy schedule tomorrow, so after eating and drinking, he left the party with Zhou Mo.
The two took a taxi to the hospital first.
Zhou Mo continued to take a taxi back to Junshan Mansion, while Yu Zhiming drove a stretcher back to Zijinyuan Community alone.
It was nearly eleven o'clock in the evening when Yu Zhiming returned to his rented house and found that his fourth sister, Qingning and the others had not returned yet.
He finished washing up and was about to go back to the bedroom to rest when he heard the doorbell ring.
Visitors at this time are mostly in emergencies.
Yu Zhiming, who had a similar experience in his hometown, opened the door immediately.
To his surprise, there was an acquaintance outside the door.
She is the freezing beauty who I have dealt with several times before and who prefers grace to warmth.
At this time, she was dressed fairly normally, in a simple dark home outfit.
Yu Zhiming also noticed that her eyes were not only full of tears, but also a little red and swollen.
"What do you want?"
The frozen beauty looked at Yu Zhiming with tears in her eyes and said with a choked voice: "My boyfriend Geng Guowei, he's gone."
"He said, let me come to you."
"He also said, you have something to give me."
Yu Zhiming was somewhat surprised and asked, "Are you the Jiang Quan that liver cancer patient Geng Guowei mentioned?"
The frozen beauty nodded.
"ID card?"
The frozen beauty took out her wallet from her pocket, and then took out her ID card and handed it to Yu Zhiming.
After Yu Zhiming looked at the ID card and confirmed that the photo on the ID card was the same person as the person in front of him, he let the frozen beauty into the living room.
"Is Geng Guowei really gone?"
Jiang Quan nodded again and choked up, "We've been gone for over an hour. I've already dressed him."
Yu Zhiming sighed lightly, picked up Qingning's tablet, entered her email system, and retrieved Geng Guowei's video will.
"Last Saturday night, Geng Guowei came to me and asked me to witness his will via video."
Yu Zhiming handed the tablet to Jiang Quan.
"Didn't he tell you about the will?"
Jiang Quan shook his head and said, "He just told me to come find you after he left."
After saying this, she clicked on the will video.
"My name is Geng Guowei, ID number..."
After the nearly four-minute video of the will was played, Jiang Quan sat on the sofa as motionless as a sculpture.
Only the tears in my eyes kept rolling down like pearls from a broken string.
Yu Zhiming took out a few tissues and handed them over.
"I am sorry for your loss!"
"Um, what about Mr. Geng's funeral?"
Jiang Quan seemed to be startled back to her senses by Yu Zhiming's voice. She moved her body suddenly, took the tissue and wiped her tears.
"I met him in a bar."
Jiang Quan slowly recounted, "I work in the bar atmosphere team, and he often invites me for drinks, so we became familiar with each other."
"He was knowledgeable, well-spoken, and a senior executive at the company. I fell in love with him, but I also knew I wasn't worthy of him, so I just treated him as a passing stranger in my life."
Yu Zhiming sat down on the sofa and listened to Jiang Quan's story.
"After disappearing for nearly half a year, he appeared before me again, much thinner."
"He told me he had advanced liver cancer and had sold everything he could in the past few months to pay for his treatment."
"Now, after paying the rent for a small house, he doesn't even have money for food."
"He asked me if I was willing to support him."
"I say, yes!"
"So, I moved here to take care of him and raise him."
Jiang Quan covered his face with his hands and sobbed, "I don't understand. He obviously has a lot of property. Why doesn't he use it to treat my illness?"
Yu Zhiming could clearly see tears seeping out from between Jiang Quan's fingers.
He explained: "There is basically no cure for late-stage liver cancer. Even if you have a lot of money, it's just a matter of a few days earlier or later."
"Mr. Geng has thought it through. Rather than suffering for a few more days, it would be better to leave these assets to his lover who loves him wholeheartedly and takes care of him sincerely."
When Jiang Quan heard this, he cried even louder.
At first she was able to control herself, but after a while, she let go completely and burst into tears on the coffee table.
In this kind of situation, being able to cry out loud and vent your inner emotions is not a bad thing for your body.
Yu Zhiming didn't try to persuade her. He stood up, poured a cup of warm water, and placed it on the coffee table near Jiang Quan...
Jiang Quan cried for five or six minutes before slowly stopping.
She raised her head, looked at Yu Zhiming with tears on her face, and asked pleadingly: "Doctor Yu, what should I do about this?"
"I don't understand."
this……
Yu Zhiming said evasively, "I don't quite understand either. I'll contact the property management and neighborhood committee, and they'll definitely help."
He then reminded her, "Mr. Geng left it to you in his will that you have full authority over his affairs."
"It's clear that he doesn't want his family to be overly involved. But it's not good not to inform his family about this kind of thing."
"Um, his family's contact information?"
Jiang Quan shook his head and replied, "He told me that he has no family left and no real friends."
"He trusts you so much, Dr. Yu, that he asked you to be a witness to his will. This shows that he considers you a friend he can truly trust and rely on."
Yu Zhiming just grinned.
Why do I feel like I'm being relied upon?
But now Jiang Quan is alone, and Yu Zhiming can't just ignore him.
He followed Jiang Quan back to the seventh floor, which was also a small room with one bedroom and one living room, to first confirm whether Geng Guowei was really dead.
Then, Jiang Quan was asked to contact the property management and neighborhood committee.
Faced with such a situation, the dead are the most important, so the property management and neighborhood committee did not shirk their responsibilities and people arrived quickly.
Yu Xinyue, Yu Xiangwan and Qing Ning also came.
In the end, Yu Xinyue sent Yu Zhiming, Yu Xiangwan, and Qing Ning back to their residence to rest, and she stayed to help...
At six o'clock the next morning, Yu Zhiming got up and walked out of the bedroom, and saw a room full of women getting up and yawning.
"Xiaoxue, Zeng Yan, it's your day off now. You can go to the bedroom and sleep until you wake up naturally."
Hearing this, Fu Xiaoxue and Zeng Yan looked at each other, picked up their pillows and quilts, and rushed into the bedroom.
Yu Zhiming looked at his third sister with messy hair.
Then she said sleepily, "Someone from the neighborhood committee is accompanying that girl."
"That man will be taken to the funeral home this morning."
"Since there are no family or friends, there will be no memorial service or anything like that. We will just cremate the body directly."
"The girl said they had discussed this before, and that his wish was to have his ashes scattered at sea."
Yu Zhiming said softly, "It's simple and convenient, not bad."
Yu Xiangwan, who had folded the quilt, interjected, "He's only in his forties. The possibility of him not having any family or close relatives is quite small."
"Maybe, he has a wife and children."
"I guess there's more trouble ahead. Especially since he left behind a considerable fortune."
Qing Ning said with a strong sense of justice: "Why are you afraid of trouble?"
"He clearly stated in his will that he left all his property to Jiang Quan."
Yu Xinyue chuckled and said, "If you have a case, go to court. If you don't, go to the media. These days, many people are quite unreasonable and unreasonable in pursuit of profit. It's really annoying."
Qing Ning waved his little fist and said, "I want to see who's harder, their words or my fist."
Yu Xiangwan laughed and said, "They're eager for you to take action. A slap in the face is worth a lot of money these days."
Qing Ning laughed and said, "Fourth sister, I'm not stupid. I will definitely act with reason and evidence."
"As for filing a lawsuit with the police, I'm not afraid at all. I'll just hire a few lawyers to wear them down."
Yu Xinyue said, "Only rich people like Qing Ning can afford to play like this. Ordinary people don't have the time, energy, and money to waste time with such scoundrels."
Just then, Yu Zhiming's cell phone rang.
It was a call from neurosurgeon You Weixian.
Yu Zhiming remembered Zhang Yong’s skull base tumor resection surgery and hurriedly answered the call.
"Dr. You, was the operation successful?"
The next moment, Dr. You's tired voice came from the phone.
"The operation went quite smoothly, I feel. However, the specific effect will depend on whether the patient can wake up smoothly and the examination results after waking up."
"Doctor Yu, what about the nerve recovery promoting potion?"
Yu Zhiming replied, "As far as I know, Zhang Yong's application for expanded use has been submitted, but the earliest it will be approved is Monday or Tuesday."
You Weixian uttered an "oh" on the phone, then sighed, "Doctor Yu, this Ji's Amino Acid Nerve Damage Recovery Agent developed by your project team is truly effective for all kinds of brain injuries."
"It's just too expensive. Only families with three or five houses in big cities can afford it."
Yu Zhiming explained, "There's nothing we can do about this. The direct cost of producing this drug in the laboratory alone is 60,000 to 70,000 per dose."
"When we enter the industrial production stage, the cost may drop significantly."
"I hope so!"
You Weixian said hopefully, "If the price can be reduced to a level that ordinary people can afford, the various sequelae of various brain surgeries will definitely be significantly reduced..."
At 6:30 in the morning, Yu Zhiming, who was having breakfast, heard his cell phone ring again.
To his surprise, the caller ID showed that it was a long-distance call from the United States.
Yu Zhiming answered the call with doubts.
"Dr. Yu, excuse me for disturbing you. I am the father of a sick 15-year-old boy in the United States."
During the call, the father said earnestly, "My son suffers from a rare disease that has yet to be diagnosed and there is no effective treatment."
"His condition is getting worse and worse, and his body is getting weaker and weaker. Doctor Yu, could you please come to the United States?"
"In addition to covering the round-trip expenses, I can also..."
Yu Zhiming interrupted, "Sir, this is not a matter of money. For personal reasons, I cannot take a flight of more than ten hours to the United States."
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."
After saying this, he hung up the phone.
"I guess I'll have to change my phone number again. Anyone can contact me directly..."
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