Preparing to exit.
"Dear customer, you forgot to do something," the sales assistant quickly reminded her.
"What?"
"You haven't liked my post yet. Collecting five likes will earn you one store point."
"Ahem!" Li Lechen had almost forgotten about that. "Then give it a thumbs up."
"Thank you, dear."
Finally, he could leave the mall in peace. Li Lechen quickly opened his personal items and selected to use the "Super Food Purifier".
There was nothing in front of him except for the extra satiety pill he had just acquired.
Of course, it does exist. It's just that the invisible coating wasn't applied by Li Lechen, so he can't see anything.
You can only reach out and touch it.
Fortunately, the air purifier was right on the table, so I could reach it with just a touch.
Looking around, apart from the thin boy in the corner still observing the microscope and taking notes, there was no one else in the laboratory. Li Lechen then took out the "recovery reagent" from his personal belongings and began spraying it along the outline he had touched.
Sure enough, wherever the "recovery reagent" went, a white square box began to appear.
Once everything was fully visible, Li Lechen breathed a sigh of relief: the machine was normal, looking just like an ordinary water purifier, except that the opening was a bit larger, big enough to fit a large orange inside.
Without hesitation, he began spraying the invisible cherry tomatoes with "restoration reagent," and then poured all the cherry tomatoes into the machine's opening.
There's no need for further instructions, as there's a clearly visible handle on the box. Turning the handle, you can hear something churning inside, and it seems to contain liquid, probably some kind of disinfectant.
Soon, the cherry tomatoes began to roll out of the exit.
Fortunately, the bag had been placed in advance, so it didn't roll directly onto the ground.
It must be said that, although it has not been tested, just by looking at it, the cherry tomatoes that were just put in had a slightly matte skin because they were dirty, but the cherry tomatoes that came out of the machine were shiny as if they had been coated with wax.
Of course, it's genuinely clean; it's not like anything was applied to it.
A bag of cherry tomatoes, more than thirty in total, if sold successfully, will become the template for thirty natural vegetables. After being printed and reprinted with thirty to forty thousand printing pens, cherry tomatoes will soon catch up with cucumbers and become fashionable.
Li Lechen was delighted with the result, so he quickly went live.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
The call was from Huang Yingying. As soon as Li Lechen answered, she asked, "Did the hospital call you?"
"that......"
Li Lechen didn't tell Huang Yingying or Luo Li that the phone number he left at the hospital wasn't his at all. Not only was it not his, but it also belonged to the vice principal.
It's just unknown whether this pit will be dug just enough for the vice principal to jump into, or whether it will ultimately be used to bury himself.
This depends on fate.
"...I've been watching the phone the whole time, but the hospital hasn't called," Li Lechen answered very honestly.
"That's good. Maybe the hospital has some kind of relief channel. I'm still trying to figure out how to raise money. There are a lot of things that can only be done tomorrow during the day."
After explaining, Huang Yingying hung up the phone, feeling relieved.
Li Lechen wasn't bothered by what he said; he was telling the truth. The hospital hadn't called him, but whether they had called Jia Chenggong was unknown.
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Dragon Banquet Hotel.
By now, all the food had been served, and after a few rounds of drinks, everyone was pretty much in a state of "you're good, I'm good, we're brothers," drinking and getting drunk together.
"Principal Jia, I'd like to toast you with a full glass... please, make yourself at home!"
"Director Hu... you're too kind. Just call me Chenggong, no... please don't call me Principal."
"Then... you don't need to call me Director anymore. Here, let me drink first as a sign of respect!"
"It must be a full glass, a full glass!"
"Success! Great name!"
"Nonsense, that name sounds too catchy..."
"No...it's not nonsense, it's nonsense...spit."
"Add the radical for mouth to the character '兑' (duì), and this character isn't pronounced 'shuō' (说). But it sounds much better when pronounced 'shuō' (说)."
"If you think it sounds nice, then... well, it's just nonsense!"
Jia Chenggong and Hu Shu drank heartily, and the others naturally followed suit. Everyone tacitly agreed that it was better to avoid discussing business over drinks. As long as the drinking was good, things would be easier to handle.
Just then, Jia Chenggong's phone rang.
He was almost completely drunk when he suddenly jolted awake.
If I get a call at this time, it's either my wife or the principal; it's either something happening at home or something happening at school.
So he quickly made a shushing gesture to everyone, and the private room immediately fell silent.
"Hello, this is Jia Chenggong."
Jia Chenggong answered the phone, trying his best to keep his tongue straight.
"Are you Gu Xiaoman's family member? Hurry up and get the admission procedures done at the hospital, or we'll call the police."
The person who called from the hospital was an intern nurse. Since they weren't comfortable entrusting her with technical tasks, they asked her to do things like collecting payments and settling accounts.
The rhetoric used varies depending on the individual patient, so it's not particularly difficult. In practice, if the patient's family doesn't come to the hospital to pay and complete the necessary procedures, the hospital will definitely call the police. After all, they can't just throw the person out, nor can they pay for her treatment themselves.
Jia Chenggong was now mostly sober. He had no recollection of who Gu Xiaoman was, so she was definitely not a relative of his. Therefore, whether or not Gu Xiaoman's hospitalization procedures were completed was none of his business. But that last sentence, "call the police," was a very bad thing.
How did my number end up at the hospital? What's going on? Why is Gu Xiaoman calling the police even though she hasn't paid the hospital fees? The crucial point is, I'm currently drinking at the Dragon Banquet Hotel. If the other party finds out I'm the vice principal of No. 2 Middle School, they might exaggerate when they call the police, ruining my future.
Therefore, you absolutely cannot hang up the phone directly.
So he asked, "What's Gu Xiaoman's condition? How much will the hospital fees be?"
The moment the topic of hospitalization fees came up, most of the healthcare workers at the table held their breath. It seemed that some relative or friend of Principal Jia was sick in the hospital, and this person's name was Gu Xiaoman.
Dr. Wang, the director of the gastroenterology department at the People's Hospital, sobered up considerably.
The deputy director of the health bureau had also sobered up considerably.
Both of them took out their phones to send messages to the hospital's nursing station, but one sent a message directly to a staff member, while the other, being of a higher rank, sent a message to the head nurse.
"Gu Xiaoman's initial diagnosis is acute leukemia. She is still in critical condition and urgently needs intensive care. Please pay at least 10,000 yuan first."
"Ten thousand?!"
Jia Chenggong blurted it out.
Because everything is covered by medical insurance, and he relies on connections when needed, Jia Chenggong really didn't have much of a concept of how much money he would spend at the hospital. Ten thousand yuan—that was two months' salary for him!
Of course, this only excludes salary; bonuses and other income are not included.
It's definitely not something I can afford to pay for myself, especially since I'm not even a relative of Gu Xiaoman.
However, you can't reply like that over the phone, because if you do, the other party might call the police.
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