In recent years, the domestic economy has grown rapidly, and these bosses are thinking about making money and trying to minimize the capital turnover cycle.

Online games, online communications, logistics, and real estate are almost all business that are stable and profitable. Even the new e-commerce company has a good prospect. They don’t invest in these things, but they have to step into the quagmire of medical care. What are they trying to do?

"What are you trying to do?" Ji Guanghao turned cold, "I want to give back to society! In a society without stability, where do you go to make money?"

Zhu Yan also echoed: "Old He, didn't you ask me what I was going to do with that piece of land? I'll tell you now that it was used to build a hospital."

"Just kidding, how can you, Lao Zhu, do such a stupid thing?"

"I've had a great enlightenment when Brother Ji was seriously ill," said Zhu Yan. "I specially held a medical seminar in the United States. Not only did I discuss private issues with young doctors, but I also talked about private hospitals with middle-aged and young backbone and old experts."

"What do you think of the result?"

"If you choose the right department, you can still make a lot of money, but the return rate is definitely not as high as you choose." Zhu Yan said, "But you will know many doctors if you build your own hospital. How can people not get sick if they eat grains and grains? When it's your turn to enter the hospital..."

Speaking of this, he paused and looked at Ji Guanghao.

The initiator of this dinner was Ji Guanghao, but there was also Zhu Yan's promoter behind it, not to help raise money to build a hospital, but to another thing.

"I was lying in the hospital for a month, and I was lying on the hospital bed all day thinking about something."

"What do you think?"

"Who do you want to hand over the company to the future?"

"Wrong!" Ji Guanghao was a little excited, and then said, "I was thinking, what if a poor man got my disease?"

"My cirrhosis has long been in the middle and late stages and cannot be reversed. The doctor said it will only delay for another two or three years. Although it seems that it is not short, its health will become worse and worse. I am afraid that it will even become difficult to even go to the ground in the last half year."

"Brother Ji, you are making things difficult for us." Lao He complained, "Poority is also a disease, but we are at most healthy people, not doctors."

"Yes, poverty can never be cured."

"Okay, I just said that, and I didn't force you to pay for the hospital." Ji Guanghao coughed twice and poured a few sips of tea into his mouth. "My company is not as large as yours, so how can I order you?"

Speaking of this, the bosses here have no sound.

They are all big bosses of their respective companies. They respond to their own territory. Even if they meet, they are always pointed at each other. No one can easily overwhelm each other.

But Ji Guanghao is different.

These people were somewhat helped by him when they started their business, so they called him Brother Ji. However, in recent years, due to health reasons, the Ji family's company has been slower and has declined a little.

"I didn't come here today for private hospitals, I just wanted you to repay the society." Ji Guanghao said, "I agreed at the beginning that if I wanted to build a charity and aid fund, you all had no choice."

Speaking of this, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

Returning to society is nothing more than donating money. For them, tens of thousands of yuan is much easier than spending a lot of money to lose money. At least they can earn a reputation, so they can be regarded as charity.

"Brother Ji, just say how much you want."

"Is 100,000 enough? If not, I will take out some of my private money."

Ji Guanghao's psychological price today is around 1 million, and seven people pay it, and on average, each person is about 100,000 yuan. First, a Guanghao Fund is established to be responsible for the medical problems of some poor patients.

"But Brother Ji, there are so many poor people, and it will be over 1 million in just a few days, right?"

"Then you can give more." Ji Guanghao said in accordance with his words.

"No, no, no." Old He patted his mouth gently, "Bao, just pretend I didn't say anything."

In fact, most poor people at least know what disease they have. The reason why they cannot treat it is because the economy cannot keep up with the high medical costs in the future. But Ji Guanghao is interested in some patients who cannot even get a test. Many of them have very simple causes. Maybe a few pills can recover their health.

He has a deep understanding of this.

When he visited several hospitals in succession, he had no results. Seeing that his health was getting worse day by day, he felt desperate. It was not until he finally realized that the cause of the disease was just a few insects. After clearing the drainage tube and taking a course of medicine, he basically achieved the purpose of clearing the insects.

A small cause is a disease that is almost dead.

If he can diagnose and treat it early, he will never develop into cirrhosis, and he will not have to take any risk of liver transplantation.

Liver transplantation is a last resort, and there is still a certain surgical mortality rate. Even now, he looks good after the operation, but his five-year survival rate is actually only 70%. The immunosuppressant taken will bring a series of problems, and the situation he needs to face has just begun.

If the diagnosis is possible early...

Ji Guanghao thought of the little doctor who brought him hope again, and looked around and didn't notice his figure: "By the way, Hua Sheng, where is Qi Jing? Didn't he come?"

Xu bald man sat near the door, lowered his head and posted a message, and hurriedly said, "I promised to come. I'm already urging him. It should be coming soon."

"Qi Jing is coming too?" Xin Cheng asked.

"Yes, Director Xin, I have looked for him several times, and every time I say something is wrong." Xu Huasheng touched his bald head and said helplessly, "I made a big deal today and specially called Director Wang over. I think he dares to let me go."

"Don't go too far." Ji Guanghao had a little more affection for Qi Jingtianran. "I heard that he is quite busy recently, so please do whatever you want."

"Uncle, you can't spoil him too much."

"I've given me enough face when I'm willing to come last time."

Wang Ting sat next to Xin Cheng, drinking the hot tea on the table, and then said, "Xiao Xu, your method was wrong from the beginning."

"The method is wrong?"

"He doesn't like the excitement, and almost all the social events he encounters are rejected." Wang Ting suggested, "If you change the way and tell him all the patient's situation today is about to be discussed early in the morning. I don't think I have to go to him, but he will stick to you like a candy."

"Is there such a thing?" Xu Huasheng seemed to have heard a good suggestion.

After hearing this, Xin Cheng couldn't help laughing: "Old Wang knows him, it's really like his style..."

Compared with those big bosses, although Xin Cheng and Wang Ting had no money, they were also a well-known figure in the medical field. When he came in just now, Ji Guanghao introduced him, and the bosses did not dare to neglect them. They all exchanged communication methods, fearing that if there was someone to take care of him in the future.

Now that they heard a strange name, they are of course interested. Now the departments of the hospital are so detailed that they know more about one more.

Although Guo Jian looked at the menu, his ears were still listening to their chat.

After these two words entered his ears, he slowly walked into his brain, giving him a sense of déjà vu. It was like someone was holding soft chicken feathers and constantly scratching the memory cells. The answer came to Guo Jian's mouth several times, but he couldn't remember it: "Qi Jing? This name sounds a bit familiar."

"Which department is this Director Qi from? It sounds good to have a medical skill."

"It must be an old expert. It's normal for us to look down on the smell of copper on our bodies." Old He said lightly, "It was the same when I met an old Chinese doctor. The medicine cost was 280 yuan. I wanted to raise 300 yuan and I didn't have to look for it. Who would you think the old man has a very weird temper? He doesn't want to give more money. If he gave more, he wouldn't be cured. Who would I ask for?"

"Oh, you Lao He has become a cultural person, too? You still know how bad money is?"

“Hahaha~”

"What do you mean? I can't be educated anymore?" Old He said with a smile, "When the Director Qi Jing comes later, let him make a good comment!"

At this time, there were several knocks outside the private room door. After the hand was gently unscrewed, a pretty face penetrated through the crack of the door.

"I'm really sorry, I'm late." The visitor walked into the door with a smile, quickly reimbursed, and then changed his subject and asked, "I just heard someone calling my name at the door. Is there anything wrong?"
Chapter completed!