Shanghai Jiao Tong University's future entrustment app: I will take my motherland flying.

Chapter 27 Treatment Cost of 300 Million

At this time, the Third People's Hospital of Shanghai.

Wan Ping, who was rushed to the hospital after the car accident, suddenly woke up after only one afternoon. Although there were traces of blood left on the corner of his mouth, he seemed to be in good spirits. If you didn't know better, you would think that he was not the one who was in the car accident just a few hours ago.

Sitting on the hospital bed, clutching a bulging wallet, he gazed at the nurse making a phone call to his father in the distance, his eyes filled with bewilderment, perhaps tinged with a faint hope.

After a long while, he looked up at the doctor beside him and said, "Doctor, I feel like I'm all better. Please process my discharge. I have something urgent to attend to."

The doctor glared at him. "What could be more important than your life?"

Wan Ping remained silent; that matter was indeed more important than his life.

Looking up, with traces of blood still faintly visible at the corner of his mouth, he smiled at the doctor and said, "Doctor, look, I feel great now, my mind is clear, and I can even walk. I'm fine. Can you process my discharge?"

The doctor's tone remained harsh: "Am I the doctor or are you the doctor? Do you think I don't know how you are feeling? You can't be discharged. Stay here and wait for your father to come."

Wan Ping lowered his eyes and seemed to mutter something, but the doctor couldn't hear it.

Looking at this young man who was only in his early twenties, she sighed.

Wanping was hit by a small truck. The problem wasn't with the truck driver, but with the driver, who was rushing to drop Wanping off on his electric bike and was also driving while fatigued. The road was a rural road without traffic lights, and the driver was about to exit the intersection when the truck driver was about to enter. That's how the two collided.

Wanping was taken to the hospital by the truck driver who called the police and then an ambulance.

The young man didn't lose any arms or legs after being hit; it looked like he just coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Only the doctor who examined Wanping knew that Wanping's internal organs had been shattered and that he urgently needed surgery.

Otherwise, his life would be in danger, but the truck driver's family was poor and couldn't afford it.

We can only place our hopes on Wanping's family.

Actually, he was very curious about how Wan Ping managed to wake up under such circumstances, and how he was now so clear-headed that he could even get out of bed like a normal person.

As soon as Wanping woke up, he started clamoring for the bulging wallet, which contained bills of hundreds, as well as small amounts of money, including a few cents and a few hundred dollars.

It looks like there are several thousand.

When the nurse suggested he contact his family, he refused, saying his family was busy. He also insisted that he was better now, had urgent business to attend to, and needed to be discharged.

The nurse was so angry that she snatched his phone and called the person in his contact list who was called "Dad".

At this moment, the phone rang. After a moment of stunned silence, Wan Ping still requested to be discharged from the hospital.

The doctor couldn't possibly discharge him.

The fact that Wanping is in such good spirits now actually frightens him even more.

I have a vague, bad feeling in my heart; this situation might be...

Because the doctor refused to discharge him, Wanping had no choice but to continue waiting in his hospital bed. His eyes would occasionally drift towards the door of the ward, as if he were waiting for something.

But one hour, two hours, three hours passed...

"Several hours have passed, why haven't they arrived yet?"

Sichuan Province isn't far from Shanghai; it's just next door. Wouldn't most people rush over as soon as they hear their son has been in a car accident and hospitalized?
Why hasn't Wanping's father arrived yet?

Five hours passed, and Mr. Wan was still not discharged from the hospital; they couldn't even get through on the phone.

Wan Ping was lying in the hospital bed at this moment. He seemed to be in good spirits, and his eyes seemed to be fixed on the direction of the ward door.

Thinking about his family situation, he thought, "Dad probably won't come."

Wanping could actually feel the changes in his body; he knew that his life force was constantly being drained away every second.

He didn't know how long he could hold on.

Can he hold on until his father arrives?
With a dim look in his eyes, Wan Ping suddenly heard a noise at the door. He looked up with hope. Several doctors came in.

The one in the lead is the doctor who treated Wan Ping.

The doctor rushed to Wanping, overjoyed. "Wanping, a kind person is offering to pay for your treatment for free! It's Kangning Hospital, with top-notch doctors and treatment resources in the country. You're saved this time!"

Before Wanping could figure out what was going on, he was taken to Kangning Hospital by ambulance.

The machine quickly examined him, and the doctor in his fifties, who was in the lead, was furious when he saw the results.

"Why aren't you having surgery right away? What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for the King of Hell to come and take you away?"

"Hurry up, get to the operating room, anesthetize, and start the surgery."

When the operating room lights came on, Song Zhining was outside the operating room.

She looked at the nurse beside her, who immediately understood what she meant and said, "Wankang from Sichuan Province is already on its way to be transferred here. It's just that the journey is a bit long, so it won't be quick. But our hematology doctors are all preparing. As soon as Wankang arrives, we'll immediately complete the admission procedures and start the examinations."

"Okay, thank you."

"Exactly, if the money on this medical card is for two people, it might not be used in the same way," the nurse kindly reminded her.

"No, I won't use the money in my card this time; I have other money."

The head nurse breathed a sigh of relief. She thought to herself, "How could someone who can afford a Super VIP card not have money?"

Song Zhining knew that the nurses' qualifications weren't used in that way; in fact, that was an understatement.

The 98 yuan she had left in her account was far from enough for the two brothers, especially since Wan Kang was a uremia patient who would need dialysis many times.

Each dialysis session costs a considerable amount of money.

Fortunately, she still had money.

Of course, this money doesn't belong to her, but to the client.

That was the 300 million that came with her deposit and reward.

This 300 million yuan was Liu Qingtan's payment for the medical expenses of the Wanping and Wankang brothers.

The app also stipulates that this money can only be used by these two brothers, and any surplus can only be used for Wanjiaren.

Once the site administrator takes the money, the entrustment will be deemed a failure, and the money will be confiscated by the APP.

This money was naturally not a deposit or reward for Song Zhining.

But when Song Zhi Ning saw the deposit reward clearly, she couldn't help but sigh: No wonder he was a police officer, this is the reward he paid.

Looking at the details of the deposit reward, Song Zhi Ning thought about how she needed to take a bus tomorrow, so she pretended to go to Anhe Street for a stroll before calling the police.

Two hours later, Wan Kang was transferred from the Eighth Affiliated Hospital of Sichuan Province to the Department of Hematology at Kangning Hospital.

Song Zhining, who was outside, also heard the doctor jumping up and down.

"If this had been delivered a day later, the body would probably be cold by now."

Considering what was mentioned in the details of the commission, Song Zhining wasn't surprised that she agreed with the doctor's words.

She has already given the 300 million yuan to the hospital, and it's registered under Liu Qingtan's name.

Although the client didn't say this, it was Liu Qingtan who truly wanted to save the Wan brothers. Song Zhining wouldn't acknowledge any credit that wasn't hers.

She also instructed that if there was any left over from the treatment, it should be given to Wan Xianghui.

(End of this chapter)