August 28th.
9:30 AM.
Xin’an City.
Myanmar’s First Central Hospital.
Inside an office on the fifth floor.
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"Mr. Mi Hao, congratulations, after twenty days of treatnt and a week of observation, your daughter has fully recovered from leukemia. She can return to your country, and if possible, please have her checked once a year at a major hospital there."
The one who received Mi Hao
was still the sa young doctor.
At this mont,
Mi Hao heard the news he had long awaited.
His daughter’s illness.
Had finally been cured.
Recalling the more than twenty days spent at the ergency rescue center, he couldn’t calm his heart; every day, the doctors told him his daughter’s condition was improving. After twenty days of treatnt, she was directly cured.
This week,
she hadn’t been on dication,
but the results of all the tests were very pleasing.
Normal.
Everything was normal.
There wasn’t a single abnormal thing found, and everything was very stable. He clearly understood what this ant, and today, the doctor finally gave him the ’judgnt’ that put his mind at ease.
"Thank you, thank you so much, I really don’t know how to properly thank you!" Mi Hao’s eyes were slightly moist, and beside him, his sensible daughter who heard she was completely cured, also revealed a happy smile.
"Thank you, brother!"
The doctor laughed, "Hehe, it’s nothing, this is our job. By the way, here is your bill. The total is fifty thousand and seven hundred. If there are no issues, please sign here, and then proceed to the first floor to make the paynt."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Mi Hao quickly took the bill, signed his na, and then saw the doctor retain one copy and hand him the other. Fifty thousand and seven hundred, just as quoted initially.
"Then you go ahead, if there’s any problem, you can call the hospital’s phone number."
"Alright, alright."
Knowing there were many others waiting in line,
Mi Hao didn’t want to take up more of the doctor’s ti. He took his daughter to the first floor and completed the paynt. Nowadays, through negotiation by the Myanmar dical Group, Huaxia’s ICBC branch here could provide loans.
This money.
He had borrowed it from ICBC.
Though it was said to be a paynt,
in reality, he handed over the signed bill, and after the other party recorded it, the amount would be deducted from the ICBC account. This money was interest-free; he had taken out a loan for three years to be paid back in one lump sum, and it was very easy to manage.
As long as he had the necessary proof of serious illness treatnt from this place,
he could manage it at ICBC in Xin’an City.
And it would only take a few minutes.
"Let’s go, we are going ho," Mi Hao said.
"Where is ho?" his daughter asked.
"Back to where you grew up."
"Do you an we are going to be away from Little Tuan?" ng ng’s eyes looked at Mi Hao, Little Tuan; other children she had t at the ergency rescue center, she couldn’t have been playing alone the whole ti.
Little Tuan.
She was also a little friend Mi Hao had t in the hospital back ho, in the next bed.
She had co a week later than ng ng.
And now her treatnt was over too.
She was in the observation stage.
Mi Hao smiled: "Yes, after all, this isn’t our country. But when they are better, they can also co and visit our ho. Now that you are well, you can go to kindergarten and play with the other kids."
"Really?"
Hearing that she could go to school, his daughter was excited.
"Really."
They left the hospital.
Mi Hao, familiar with the route, boarded a bus. This month, when there was nothing else to do, he would take his daughter strolling both inside and outside of Xin’an City, almost becoming as familiar with the area as a local.
Compared to when he arrived,
there were many more people here.
Originally.
The hotel was almost fully booked.
No place to stay.
There wouldn’t be many new patients, but human life was paramount. Even without accommodation, many critically ill patients would find their way here through various channels, especially after the ergency rescue centers opened.
But in just five days,
the three ergency rescue centers in Xin’an City were packed.
Afterward,
the Myanmar dical Group diverted many patients to other locations, greatly alleviating the pressure on Xin’an City. Hence, there were only a few more patients, not a swarm.
These patients from all over the world
actually brought quite a few troubles to the locals. The large influx ant great consumption, and necessities such as clothing, food, shelter, and transportation indeed impacted the locals. Fortunately, these people indirectly boosted the local economy.
There were many local tyrants among them.
Therefore,
overall,
towards these patients,
the locals still maintained a welcoming attitude. As Mi Hao knew, at first, many people worried whether the influx of these patients would lead to an epidemic, such as the widespread transmission of so contagious disease.
But,
soon enough, the relevant local departnts and Myanmar dical Group collectively clarified,
stating that all these people had gone through border entry examinations. If any highly infectious patients were found, they would be isolated for treatnt and not allowed to roam around, so there was no cause for concern.
Once the announcent was made,
imdiately,
such talk stopped.
In fact,
up until now, there had been no contagious outbreaks throughout the territory, so gradually, even those who had doubts began to accept it – if it’s not contagious, what was there to fear?
Even if it was contagious,
as long as it wasn’t a rapidly fatal disease,
they had health insurance.
It would be hard to die.
...
Not long after,
Mi Hao arrived at the security pavilion where Rong Wei worked. At first, it was Rong Wei who had brought him and his daughter to the rescue center. Later, Mi Hao wanted to express his gratitude but found out that Rong Wei couldn’t even accept a al invitation.
Finally,
last week,
on a weekend,
he finally treated him to a al.
--- Chaos.
Mi Hao was speechless. When he asked what Rong Wei wanted to eat, he didn’t expect him to just point to a nearby small shop owned by a Chinese and order a bowl of wontons. Rong Wei ate with relish.
Mi Hao was puzzled at the ti.
Rong Wei pointed to the ground.
"Two years ago, this place was barren; overgrown with weeds. We lived in thatched huts, deprived of supplies. Back then, life here was far worse than even the rural areas of Huaxia."
"We could only say we had enough to eat, thanks to the climate here; it wasn’t enough to starve us, but getting to eat a bowl of wontons like these was no easy task. Now, two years have passed, yet it seems like just yesterday."
"My father told to never forget the past, so for , a bowl of wontons and a feast are the sa. If I really had accepted your feast, that would’ve been a mistake."
"If I ever have the chance to visit Huaxia in the future, and you offer a feast, I won’t refuse."
With these words,
Mi Hao found himself at a loss for words at the ti.
"Brother Rong, I’m going back ho this afternoon. The next ti you have a chance to visit Huaxia, please let return the favor," Mi Hao reached out to Rong Wei again with a ’Huaxia-style friendship.’
"Haha, no problem. Is your daughter better now?" Rong Wei laughed.
"Yes, the doctor said she’s better."
"That’s good, listen to the doctor."
"He told to go to a big hospital for an examination every year. I plan to co here every year for the examination." Mi Hao spoke, after searching for treatnt so long without being cured, he instinctively felt sowhat uneasy about the dical talents in dostic hospitals.
"Alright then, welco to co again. I’m on duty today, so I won’t see you off. As you know, I have to eat all my als in the cafeteria while working, so I won’t be inviting you to dine either. Take care on your way," Rong Wei said.
"Okay, I wish you success at work," said Mi Hao.
"Go back and work hard, but also take care of your health. If it’s hard to find work back ho, you can co to our company here. You studied architecture, and we have many projects starting at the end of this year."
Rong Wei ntioned in passing,
but Mi Hao felt a stir in his heart.
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