Chapter 0402: Treat the World with Warmth

When Zhao Fusheng reached the door of the ward, Zhang Qian was sitting there, speaking softly to the old man.

"Grandpa, it's okay. I'll find a way," Zhang Qian said.

It was obvious he had just been crying; his eyes were still red.

The old man opened his mouth, saying something inaudible, and Zhang Qian leaned down, listening intently.

But when he looked up, he shook his head stubbornly.

Zhao Fusheng stopped his steps, took a deep look at Zhang Qian, then at the old man on the bed, and turned away from the ward.

First, he went back to tell his mother and Li Yuan that he was returning to school, then he went to the surgery department's doctor's office.

"Who are you looking for?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng at the office door, an intern wearing glasses stood up and asked.

The reason he could be sure it was an intern was that his youthful appearance clearly marked him as a rookie, in Zhao Fusheng's view.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng had heard a saying: 'Persuading someone to study medicine is like being struck by lightning.' The medical profession certainly has decent social status and stable income, but one must not forget the long time required to become a qualified doctor.

While others graduate after four years of university and enter society, medical students go through five years of undergraduate, three years of master's, and a doctorate. Yet even that is not the end; becoming a respected doctor is no easy task.

After working for a year post-graduation, one must take the medical practitioner exam to obtain the license and registration certificate. After five years of practice, one takes the professional title exam to get the attending physician qualification.

Going through all this, most people would not be able to persevere.

Not to mention the increasing workload, especially in pediatrics and emergency departments, where incidents are frequent.

People always come to the hospital full of hope, forgetting that doctors are not gods but ordinary people, who also have their limits.

"I'm looking for Director Chen," Zhao Fusheng said to the intern.

The intern was a bit surprised but pointed to the next office: "That one."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, walked to the office door, knocked, and entered only after hearing a voice say, "Come in."

"Huh, it's you?" Chen Jianmin looked up, glanced at Zhao Fusheng, and seemed surprised.

Doctors have good memories, especially someone like Chen Jianmin; generally, he remembers people he has met.

Take Zhao Fusheng, for instance—though he didn't know the details, Chen Jianmin clearly recalled that this young man had greeted him voluntarily yesterday.

"Well, I'd like to ask about the condition of the patient in bed 4073," Zhao Fusheng said directly, without beating around the bush.

The patient in bed 4073 was Zhang Qian's grandfather.

"Oh, him," Chen Jianmin paused, then nodded: "The old man has a heart condition and needs surgery as soon as possible. I've already arranged it."

He paused and asked curiously, "Are you a family member?"

"No, no, I'm a friend of his grandson," Zhao Fusheng quickly shook his head.

"Oh..." Chen Jianmin looked at Zhao Fusheng but said nothing.

He felt something was off, because the young man's clothing and demeanor were completely different from the young man before him.

Having been a doctor for so many years and seen countless patients, Chen Jianmin considered himself experienced in judging people.

A young man who had clearly been in the military and now worked on a construction site, and another who looked like a student but seemed socially experienced—these two were friends?

Chen Jianmin felt his worldview might be a bit off.

But regardless, this matter had little to do with him, so he didn't feel it was his place to point anything out.

"Well, I'd like to ask, how much is the surgery fee?" Zhao Fusheng didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.

Chen Jianmin gave Zhao Fusheng a deep look: "As I said, the old man's situation is special. The hospital can waive part of the surgery fee, but with rehabilitation and other miscellaneous costs, it'll be around thirty to forty thousand yuan."

Zhao Fusheng felt a bit awkward; he understood the implication in Chen Jianmin's words.

If he were truly Zhang Qian's friend, he wouldn't be unaware of these things.

"I know the welfare home is in a tough spot. The old man has taken care of those orphans for years and hasn't saved much. But this is the maximum I can get for him personally," Chen Jianmin sighed, seeing Zhao Fusheng silent.

Welfare home?

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, looking at Chen Jianmin in surprise.

Chen Jianmin calmly glanced at Zhao Fusheng and said nothing.

After a moment's thought, Zhao Fusheng stood up and said to Chen Jianmin, "Thank you, Director Chen. I'll come back to see you in a bit. Can you wait ten minutes for me?"

Chen Jianmin was taken aback, then nodded: "Alright, I can."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and left the office.

Outside, he walked to the window, looking at the sky, his mind in turmoil.

The information revealed in Chen Jianmin's few words shocked him greatly.

Zhao Fusheng had never expected this situation.

In this world, things often turn out better than imagined, and even a slightly satisfactory result can bring great joy.

In fact, when he first came to ask about the old man's condition, Zhao Fusheng had only intended to do his part by donating a thousand or two thousand yuan as a kind gesture.

The more one experiences the coldness of the world, the more one cherishes every bit of warmth.

Yesterday, Zhang Qian had saved him. Although Zhao Fusheng had given him fruit and lunch, he didn't think it was owed—after all, there were three robbers with weapons. Even someone trained like him wouldn't dare to resist easily, because if it came to a fight, he was alone, and risking himself for that amount of money wasn't worth it.

Yet under those circumstances, Zhang Qian had charged forward without hesitation.

Though Zhao Fusheng had experienced failure, betrayal, and indifference in his past life, he never hesitated to give his all to those who showed him kindness.

Whether in the past or the present.

Whether in his previous life or this one.

Even though this is a harsh and cruel world, and we have no right to pity anyone, if given the chance and ability, Zhao Fusheng was still willing to help those who seemed pitiful and worthy of help.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng walked downstairs, left the hospital, and headed toward a nearby bank.

After a while, he returned to the hospital carrying a black plastic bag.