982: 704 Firefly_2 982: 704 Firefly_2 Jiang Chen knew that the other party had misunderstood his intent; he certainly wasn’t questioning Mao Tu’s abilities.
A person like Cao Jinse would definitely not take her own safety as a joke.
Moreover, the skill Mao Tu had just displayed was enough to leave people in awe.
What intrigued him was sothing else.
“This kind of bodyguard, where did Miss Cao find her?”
A gentleman does not stand beneath a collapsing wall.
He also realized that it was ti to start considering his own security issues.
After all, he was not Lan Peizhi, who had neither the strength nor the confidence to traverse the Jianghu alone.
But Jiang Chen truly did not like the idea of being surrounded by a group of burly n.
Of course.
He had no special preferences and did not require a bodyguard who combined both beauty and strength like Mao Tu.
If he could find a highly skilled yet inconspicuous candidate for a bodyguard, he would certainly not refuse.
“It wasn’t a matter of finding her; Mao Tu has grown up with since we were children.”
Cao Jinse’s reply rendered Jiang Chen speechless.
Who says there are no aristocrats in Shenzhou?
It turned out she was grood from an early age.
No wonder.
He did not possess such background.
“What?
Are you looking for a bodyguard?” Cao Jinse inquired.
Jiang Chen nodded.
Cao Jinse could not help but glance at Tanki Liuli, who had always been quiet.
After a mont of silence, she said sothing thought-provoking, “With Taoist Duanmu by your side, there is no need for any extra asures.”
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Having had only a simple al in the office, as Cao Jinse was not a fussy person.
“Your ex-girlfriend should be arriving soon.
Let’s go to the hospital.”
Jiang Chen did not reject her kindness.
Cao Jinse arranged transportation and personally accompanied Jiang Chen and Tanki Liuli to the dical institution where Ai Qian was scheduled to undergo a bone marrow transplant.
Much to Jiang Chen’s surprise, it was not a public hospital but a private dical center called “Firefly,” symbolizing a firefly’s light.
“This place specializes in researching various kinds of cancer, as well as malignant diseases like leukemia.
You can think of it as a small hospital or a research institute.”
Maybe it wasn’t as big as a top-tier hospital, but this dical center was certainly not small.
Upon entering, Jiang Chen saw three large buildings.
“This is privately owned, right?” he asked.
“Mm, I founded it,” Cao Jinse said calmly.
Jiang Chen remained silent.
There is no smoke without fire; the saying held true.
What’s a 24-hour dical team in comparison?
He had heard that so top-tier wealthy individuals owned their own dical institutions.
“Researching malignant diseases is no easy task.”
As is widely known.
The developnt of technology is an expensive endeavor.
In River City, Jin Hai’s new energy vehicle factory had poured in more than a hundred billion.
The dical field was even more so.
That’s why so drugs are so expensive.
Developing a single drug requires an imnse amount of manpower, material resources, and ti, and after possibly a decade of effort, you might end up with nothing.
So regardless, stepping into this field is a sign of soone with great perseverance.
“If it were easy, there would be no diseases in the world.
These dical institutions, the oldest of them, have been established for four or five years, yet so far, no effective progress has been made.”
These.
Clearly.
The dical institution she founded wasn’t the only one she was referring to.
“Advancing dical science is naturally a long and obstructed journey.”
Jiang Chen understood that she must have incurred such big costs for reasons other than making money.
With her status, if it were solely for wealth, there would be countless easier paths to choose from.
Jiang Chen couldn’t help but turn to look at that serene face, gaining a deeper understanding of her character.
Not everyone has such courage and magnanimity.
In these tis, while the poor cannot only look after themselves, how many wealthy people can be of service to the world?
“I understand, no rush, let’s take it slow.”
Cao Jinse said with a wry smile as the party entered the outpatient building.
There was no grand procession, just a few key hospital figures waiting to greet them.
From this small detail, the unique nature of this dical center could be discerned.
The sacred duty of a physician is to save lives, not to waste ti and energy on flattery.
“Miss Cao.”
“The patient will be arriving soon; you can get ready now.”
“Miss Cao, rest assured, everything is already prepared.”
Cao Jinse nodded and introduced, “This is Mr.
Jiang; the patient is his friend.”
“Mr.
Jiang, hello, I am the attending physician for your friend; my surna is Chen.”
“Professor Chen, thank you for your troubles.”
“It’s no trouble, Mr.
Jiang, treating and saving patients is our duty.”
Duty.
Nowadays, however, how many in white coats still rember what they put on this garnt for.
The group entered the outpatient building.
Perhaps it couldn’t compete with the scale of top-tier hospitals, but the environnt here was even cleaner and brighter, with hallways that could be described as spotless.
Through conversations with the hospital director and several professors, Jiang Chen soon learned that the patients staying here were almost all from impoverished families suffering from serious illnesses.
Unable to bear the high costs of treatnt, they were accepted here in situations where they had nowhere else to turn.
Of course.
This wasn’t a charity; treatnt here still cost money, though the overall expenses were about half that of regular hospitals.
That’s right.
A full half cheaper!
aning, treatnt that would require six hundred thousand elsewhere would only need three hundred thousand here.
To a wealthy person, the difference might seem trivial, but to the average person, it could an the difference between life and death.
“Hasn’t any hospital accused you of unfair competition?”
After his chat with the hospital’s officials, Jiang Chen bluntly posed the question to Cao Jinse.
Even with deep background, such practices were bound to offend the entire dical system.
Few might care to admit it, but it was undeniably true that the tis when one wished “for dust-laden dicine over a world free of sickness and pain” were long gone.
Today’s dical practices had gradually beco a business, or rather, they had beco a business.
“Why would they accuse ?”
“By charging so little, you’re breaking unwritten rules.
Why would anyone still go to other hospitals?”
“Do you think it’s busy here?”
Jiang Chen fell silent.
“Busy” was a word that seed it should never be used to describe a place like a hospital.
But from what he could see, this dical center wasn’t very crowded, certainly not as packed as the top-tier hospitals outside.
“We take in patients with serious diseases, like various types of cancer, like leukemia.
So of them have been turned away by other hospitals or can’t afford the dical fees, so they are recomnded here.”
Cao Jinse chuckled lightly: “We haven’t done any advertising.
Most patients are referred here by other hospitals.
Surprising, isn’t it?”
Jiang Chen remained silent.
“So the patients that other hospitals don’t want are the ones you take in.”
Cao Jinse gave him a sidelong glance, “Why must you put it so harshly?
Should we just send those patients ho with a death countdown notice instead?”
“Then do you make any money?”
Jiang Chen asked.
“We do make so.”
Cao Jinse spoke softly: “It’s just a little less.”
Jiang Chen grew quiet.
“And what about Taoist Duanmu?”
“I had her take a walk around not long ago…”
Jiang Chen was also a bit worried she might get lost.
Fortunately, her unique attire ant that anyone who had seen her would find it hard to forget.
After asking a few nurses, Jiang Chen and Cao Jinse descended to the second floor, coming to the door of an outpatient clinic.
There were sounds of arguing coming from inside the clinic.
Judging by the voices, it seed to be a middle-aged couple.
“Why can’t you buy a durian?
I just want to eat one.”
“It’s too expensive, eat sothing else.
Besides, the doctor also said that you shouldn’t be eating anything too nutritious right now.”
“You can’t even bear to buy a durian.
Do you want to die so you can marry soone else?”
“Cut the crap!
I sold the house just to afford your treatnt; what more do you want from ?!”
The woman fell silent;
there were no doctors’ voices, unknown whether it was because they couldn’t get a word in or couldn’t bear to speak.
After a brief silence, the man’s voice softened.
“So, don’t die on ; I can’t afford another wife.”
A young woman dressed in a Daoist robe and carrying a wooden sword, on her journey from the mountains, stood outside the clinic room, her expression serene, and her gaze filled with compassion.
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