Chapter 542 How Much Is a Life Worth?

It was too late for Zhuang Buyuan to leave, but Shi Youbao glanced at Zhuang Buyuan, but he was a little confused and did not recognize him. .

Zhuang Buyuan and he hadn't seen each other for more than ten years, but after all, Zhuang Buyuan inherited his parents' appearance, which made him feel a little familiar.

But he didn't think much, grabbed Dean Tian and said: "Dean Tian, ​​you must leave me one of these places. Those little doctors don't dare to agree. You just need to give me this place, and I will give it to you in private." you……"

He pointed his fingers: "This number!"

Dean Tian’s eyes narrowed: Five hundred thousand? Or five million? Owner, do I want to make a fortune?

Zhuang Buyuan: I think too much. I can give you 50,000 at most. Five thousand is not impossible.

The two exchanged glances in a flash, and Dean Tian shook his head in confusion.

Turning his eyes to the side, the meaning is obvious, this is your housework, I'd better leave it to you, there is really nothing I can do.

The opportunity to earn 50,000 or 5,000 yuan is left to you.

"I'm sorry, the number of volunteers is now full." Zhuang Buyuan took the roster from Dean Tian, ​​flipped through it, and said: "We only have a total of forty places. This kind of experimental therapy treatment It’s very expensive and we don’t have the funds to recruit other volunteers.”

"Who are you?"

"Everyone from the Institute of Almighty Biology and Medicine, Zhuang Buyuan." Zhuang Buyuan pointed to the logo on the folder in his hand, "This therapy was jointly developed by our institute and the Second Hospital of Xucheng. The Institute of Medicine owns the patent rights and intellectual property rights, and Xucheng Second Hospital is only authorized to use them."

"Zhuang Buyuan?" Shi Youbao frowned and looked at Zhuang Buyuan, why did he feel that this name was so familiar?

Moreover, such a young guy is the owner of some research institute, don’t be kidding me!

But looking at Dean Tian next to him, Dean Tian nodded very solemnly.

“Mr. Zhuang is one of the leading experts in the field of biomedicine in our state.”

Shi Youbao couldn't help but look at Zhuang Buyuan again.

It always feels weird.

"I have something to do, see you soon." Zhuang Buyuan turned to leave.

Shi Youbao quickly stopped Zhuang Buyuan: "Mr. Zhuang, wait a moment. I have the same conditions. As long as you give me a quota, I will give you this number..."

Another slap.

Zhuang Buyuan grinned: "Sir, do you know how much I am worth?"

Shi Youbao stared.

Zhuang Buyuan raised his wrist and looked at his watch and said, "The time I just spent talking to you was basically wasted."

It’s just a slap anyway, who doesn’t know how to slap it!

Shi Youbao's eyes are a bit straight.

He is a person who believes that money is omnipotent, so when he meets someone who is richer than himself, he instinctively becomes weak.

However, he still refused to give up and said: "Mr. Zhuang, I see that you are also a businessman. There must be other ways to discuss it! Mr. Zhuang, give me some face and make friends. Many friends mean many ways." Maybe you can use my old stone someday!"

"Well, there is no way." Zhuang Buyuan lowered his head and flipped through the notebook in his hand again, and looked at Shi Youbao up and down.

This critical look made Shi Youbao feel embarrassed.

Then Zhuang Buyuan curled his lips and said: "There are no more volunteer places, but we have two additional places. However, since these two places are unplanned, you need to bear the medical expenses yourself." Zhuang Buyuan said.

"How much? I'll pay for it!" The second son of the Shi family is, after all, the second son of the Shi family. Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

"Are you sure?" Zhuang Buyuan tilted his head at Shi Youbao, "I'm not looking down on you. The price of this new type of therapy involving genes is not something ordinary people can accept."

"Do you think my old stone statue is that poor?" Shi Youbao suddenly showed his wealth and wealth.

"Hmm." Zhuang Buyuan turned over the information in his hand and said: "The annual medical cost of this new type of therapy is 12 million. The treatment course lasts from two months to two years. If it is less than one year, it will be charged annually."

At that moment, Shi Youbao's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"How much? You're kidding, right?"

Zhuang Buyuan said nothing, smiled and shook his head, turned around and planned to leave.

And you say you’re not poor?

"Wait, wait, don't go yet!" Shi Youbao reached out to grab Zhuang Buyuan, but Zhuang Buyuan stepped aside and looked at him displeased.

"Mr. Zhuang, I'm not saying that your price is too bad! I've asked around and found that the hospital next door has a similar treatment, and it only costs 300,000!"

Three hundred thousand dollars to kill?

"Cheaper, more than ten million is really too much. Look at this number..." Shi Youbao stretched out his hand and slapped him again.

"Do you think this is a vegetable market?" Even Dean Tian couldn't stand it. He frowned and said: "This kind of therapy involving gene modification, in the current patent medicine market, the annual treatment cost is hundreds of dollars." Currently, no one else has this kind of technology for stem cell regeneration therapy that costs more than 10,000 nuts, and ours is already the lowest cost..."

"I don't understand these technologies, but I can settle accounts." Shi Youbao said, "You have a total of forty places. The annual medical expenses for one person is more than ten million. For those forty people, doesn't it cost five hundred million?" I don’t know if I can succeed yet, how can anyone waste money like this? Do you think I’m stupid?”

Zhuang Buyuan smiled again.

Shi Youbao laughed so hard that he felt even more guilty.

He finally realized that there was a huge gap between himself and the person in front of him.

In front of others, he is probably really a poor guy.

Zhuang Buyuan looked at Shi Youbao's face.

This was the first time he saw such an embarrassed look on Shi Youbao's face.

Does Shi Youbao have money?

He is rich, but it would be good if his assets are several hundred million, and he doesn't know how many liabilities there are. Can he come up with tens of millions of working capital?

perhaps.

The question is, is he willing?

It would be strange to give it up.

Shi Youbao flinched.

What is the biggest blow to a money-oriented person?

It just made him realize that he was not as rich as he thought.

Everything before was just an illusion.

"Please don't waste my time next time." Zhuang Buyuan raised his wrist to look at his watch again, grinned, turned around and left, "Poor guy."

"You..." Shi Youbao roared crazily, but the more he roared, the weaker he became.

Walking to the corridor, Zhuang Buyuan took a deep breath: "It's great!"

I've wanted to say this for a long time!

Today I finally said it in person!

I’m going to drink two more bottles of AD calcium milk tonight to celebrate!

Zhuang Buyuan felt that the shadow that had entangled him for many years was finally swept away, and his whole person was reborn.

Wait, am I too easily satisfied? Will this clear the shadows?

Sure enough, I am also a person with a big heart.

Zhuang Buyuan was so excited that he almost knocked down a little girl who came out of the ward next to him.

"Brother, please walk slower, you will fall if you walk too fast." The little girl held on to the railing on the side of the corridor and said to Zhuang Buyuan seriously.

Looking at the back of the little girl walking slowly, Zhuang Buyuan looked at Dean Tian.

"He Xiaoduo is currently the youngest lymphoma patient in the hospital. In fact, her condition was not serious at the beginning. It was just delayed that she became like this." Dean Tian said, and he also knew what Zhuang Buyuan wanted to ask. , “She is also our volunteer.”

Zhuang Buyuan nodded.

I hope you get better soon, little girl.

"No matter what the original intention was, Master, you have done a great thing." Dean Tian said with emotion.

Zhuang Buyuan looked at the little girl's back and felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

Saving a life and giving people hope is what it feels like.

This feeling gave Zhuang Buyuan more happiness than before when Shi Youbao was slapped in the face.

The money invested is worth it!

Zhuang Buyuan went to the conference room again and reviewed with others all the forty volunteers, which basically covered all age groups and various conditions.

Just when Zhuang Buyuan was about to leave, a doctor suddenly knocked on the door and came in, saying: "Dean, a patient wants to withdraw..."

"Quit? Why?" Dean Tian stood up, "Who is it? Have you done any work for patients?"

"He Xiaoduo."

"Why?" Dean Tian was shocked, "This child's illness can no longer be delayed..."

Each of these cases and candidates has been carefully considered.

Are people high or low?

Do children have more rights to survive than the elderly? Is a person with a family at home more needed than a single dog?

When the number of places is limited, who will be saved and who will not be saved?

These ethical questions will never have answers.

When feelings cannot bear certain weights, you can only use a professional attitude to decide on the candidate.

But even Dean Tian secretly hopes that He Xiaoduo will participate.

This child is like a little flower, how can I bear to let her wither?

But why did this child give up his life?

"I just saw what Boss Shi was discussing with her parents..." The doctor hesitated, "The nurses said that her parents sold their places for one million yuan..."

Subsequently, the entire conference room exploded, and both doctors and experts were filled with outrage.

"What kind of parents are these? Is their daughter's life worth a million?"

"Selling quota? What do they think this quota is? Are they going to give it up?"

"People like this should be left with nothing but money and money!"

"Don't say that, the child is innocent..."

At that moment, there was an unspeakable anger rising in Zhuang Buyuan's heart.

This anger was a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than when he recalled his own experience.

It was as if something he had always insisted on had been tarnished.

what are you?

Why can you decide the life and death of others?

If you are not willing to pay the price, will you pass it on to others?

How similar is this to before?

But this time, what others have to pay is not 10,000 yuan, but the life of a child!

Some people, if they don't really hurt them, they may never remember it.

Zhuang Buyuan suddenly stood up, turned around and rushed out.

When he arrived outside the ward, he heard Shi Youbao bragging: "You still call me poor? Damn it, I am poor, then these are poor people, and they deserve to be so poor..."

Zhuang Buyuan opened the door and walked in, walking in front of Shi Youbao.

"You..." Shi Youbao frowned and looked at Zhuang Buyuan.

"Xiao Yuan?" Grandpa was also puzzled.

There was a "pop" sound.

Shi Youbao covered his face and flew out.

Zhuang Buyuan didn't use any skills, he just rounded his arms and threw them.

"You...you actually hit me? Do you know who I am..."

"Pah." Another slap.

Dad Zhuang once personally confirmed that if you hit someone in the face, he will still act blindly.

Then hit it again.

(The price of therapy refers to the genetic drugs currently on the market, which is millions of dollars per year.)