Previously, Mo Han had never doubted the words of his attending physician, but to have spent over thirty thousand in medical fees in just a few days seemed far too excessive.
Moreover, judging by Wang Yong's behavior just now, he vaguely felt that there was something amiss.
"Dr. Wang, I can make the payment, but first print me the medication list!"
"What? Are you doubting me?" Wang Yong sneered contemptuously, "Okay then, take your medical card and print it out yourself on the self-service machine downstairs!"
He wasn't worried at all that Mo Han would be able to understand the medications listed, as many of them were imported from abroad and some were even unrecognizable to the nurses, let alone Mo Han who knew nothing about medicine.
Mo Han indeed lacked medical knowledge, but in this period, for the sake of his daughter's treatment, he had searched a great deal of information online.
"Okay!" Mo Han nodded, turned to his daughter and said, "Chen Chen, you rest here for a bit, Daddy will go downstairs to print out a form and come back up."
"Mm!" his daughter nodded, pouting, "Daddy, Chen Chen wants to eat ice cream..."
Bang!
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
The head nurse rushed in, anxiously shouting, "Director Wang! Quick! Hurry to the emergency room! The director is calling for you!"
Upon hearing that the director was calling for him, Wang Yong also couldn't care less about Mo Han and dashed out in a flash.
...
Renkang Hospital's first floor, self-service area.
Holding the printed medication details, Mo Han angrily cursed out loud, "Wang Yong! You son of a bitch! Are you even human!"
On the detail slip, he saw the imported drugs Emeric and Clomifene, just these two medications alone amounted to over twenty thousand yuan.
If these two drugs were for treating leukemia, he would have had nothing to say, but they were specifically for treating infertility!
Not only did this bastard not treat Chen Chen aggressively, he also faked prescriptions and dispensed the wrong medications, playing such a despicable game!
Damn it! Today, I, Mo Han, will make you pay!
Recalling the nurse's words from earlier, Mo Han glanced at the sign and then clutched the detail slip tightly in his hand, heading straight for the emergency room.
At this moment, in the emergency room on the third floor.
Numerous doctors in white coats were standing around a hospital bed, each with a solemn expression on their faces.
On the bed, a girl about four or five years old, with a chubby little face, lay with her eyes closed, her body curled up, lifeless.
Next to her, a woman around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, dressed in a Givenchy suit and with delicate features, slumped on the floor, weeping bitterly, "I beg you, please save Shan Shan!"
"As long as any of you can save Shan Shan, I am willing to offer ten million, no, a hundred million yuan!"
Having rushed there in a hurry, Wang Yong already knew from the head nurse on his way to the emergency room that the girl being resuscitated was the adopted daughter of some VIP in Jiangling City who had been in a car accident and was still unconscious.
Seeing Wang Yong arrive, Director Lin Renxin of Renkang Hospital waved his hand and said, "Director Wang, come take a look."
"Yes!" Wang Yong complied, moving to the bedside and used the stethoscope on the little girl's chest for a full minute before standing up, "Director, this child is already dead..."
"No, Shan Shan is not dead! She's not dead!" Upon hearing Wang Yong's words, the woman in purple suddenly exploded, darting forward, pushing Wang Yong away, and tightly embracing the little girl, tears falling like large beads.
Director Lin seemed to have anticipated the outcome and waved his hand at Wang Yong, signaling him to be silent.
Actually, the little girl on the bed had her heart stop beating three minutes prior, and having Wang Yong come was merely a formality.
Director Lin sighed softly, his voice tinged with helplessness, "Miss Wen, the dead cannot be revived, please restrain your grief."
Seeing the director speak, the others echoed in agreement.
However, Miss Wen didn't glance at them at all, instead just holding the child in her arms and sobbing uncontrollably.
Mo Han, just outside the emergency room, hadn't even entered when he heard a heart-wrenching wail.
In his view, a stunningly beautiful woman was holding a little girl and crying out in pain.
The little girl had a pale complexion, her eyes tightly closed, with streaks of blood under her nose and at the corners of her mouth.
"Doctors, I beg you, please save Shan Shan!"
The woman collapsed to the ground with a thud, banging her head continuously, pleading, "Anyone who can save Shan Shan, I, Wen Biyu, am willing to offer myself in marriage, and all my shares in Wen Corporation will be gifted to him without charge! Please, I beg you!"
The cries shook the heavens, and all the attending physicians could not help but shake their heads in sighs of pity. Yet, their eyes also shone with a fervent glow.
This was Wen Biyu!
One of the most sought-after female CEOs in Jiangling City!
And the heiress to the Wen Corporation, a company with a market value of several tens of billions!
Whoever married her and inherited her shares in Wen Corporation would have at least ten billion yuan!
Enough to last through ten lifetimes!
"Damn! If I could save this girl, wouldn't I become the Wen Family's son-in-law? I could drive luxury cars and live in villas every day, and at night snuggle with the delicate Miss Wen..."
Wang Yong thought shamelessly, yet his face remained solemn. He stepped forward, preparing to cover the little girl's face with a white cloth to appease the other party, "Miss Wen, the dead cannot be revived, you must take care of yourself."
"Wait! She's not dead!"
Just then, a familiar voice came from beside Wang Yong, causing him to shudder and turn around.
There was Mo Han, who he had seen earlier in the inpatient department, making his way through the crowd.
"She can still be saved!"