Time is tight. If you don't walk quickly, you won't be able to get back to the central building before one o'clock.

Yu Zhiming has a strong sense of time.

I made an appointment with someone for a physical examination. Unless there are special circumstances, he doesn't want to be late and make the patient wait.

Zhou Mo stopped the short-haired young man who wanted to follow.

"Your father was not selected last night, which means that he does not meet Dr. Yu's conditions."

"No matter how much you ask, it's useless. Please go back."

The young man with short short hair begged, "Beautiful sister, please be accommodating and help me talk."

"I heard that patients with advanced cancer who were in much more serious condition than my father were treated by Dr. Yu."

"My father is only fifty-one years old."

Zhou Mo followed Yu Zhiming and said to the short-haired young man who refused to give up: "To tell you the truth, those patients who were in very bad condition participated in the treatment because not only did they have connections, but they also paid for the treatment.

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"Do you know how expensive Dr. Yu's treatment plan is?"

The young man with short short hair replied: "I know, three million. We are an ordinary family and we simply cannot afford this expense."

Zhou Mo said: "The hospital cannot afford such a high cost of experimental treatment, so it can only select the most suitable patients with advanced cancer."

The short-haired young man suddenly stopped chasing.

He realized something. Begging, crying, and even kneeling could not make Yu Zhiming change his mind.

This is a treatment that costs 3 million yuan, not 300 yuan. No matter how sensational the words are, it will have no effect.

The short-haired young man suddenly hesitated.

Should I tell my father that I can participate in Dr. Yu’s cancer treatment plan at my own expense?

He was a little worried that if his father knew about it, he would risk everything and go bankrupt to raise money and participate in the treatment to win a fortune.

On the one hand, there is filial piety and the love between father and son, on the other hand, he is bankrupt and heavily in debt.

The young man with short short hair didn't know what to choose...

Yu Zhiming quickly stepped into the lobby on the first floor of the central building. From the corner of his eye, he saw Qiao Lei and a woman handing out red invitations to the medical staff in the lobby.

The person who received the invitation said something like "congratulations".

Qiao Lei’s rich girlfriend?

He slowed down and took a few glances.

This is a thirty-year-old woman who is elegantly dressed but somewhat ordinary in appearance.

Yu Zhiming walked up the stairs to the second floor without stopping, and saw four or five people standing in the corridor.

One of them, a middle-aged man in his forties with a round face who was slightly fat, saw Yu Zhiming, his eyes lit up, he opened his arms and strode over to greet him.

"Dr. Yu, my friend, I was almost separated from you."

"Come, give me a hug..."
Chapter completed!