What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

The next day.

The news of the death in the operating room of Mingjun Hospital spread throughout Wangjiang in one night, just like the flu.

The good reputation that the oncology department had just established fell apart in one night.

The inpatient unit, which was still full yesterday, had half of its patients discharged this morning.

Fortunately, this news was only passed down by word of mouth, and no information about Mingjun Hospital could be found on the Internet.

There were only a few people who spread the word. After the heat of the two days passed, this matter would slowly be forgotten.

All this is thanks to Zhang Huairen. If it weren't for his efforts, the accident at Mingjun Hospital would have been on the hot search for a few days.

The family members of the deceased are still kneeling in front of the hospital. Yesterday they just laid out a few wreaths, but today they just carried a coffin and laid it in front of the hospital.

At this moment, in the dean's office.

Fang Jun is negotiating with the village chief of Zhaojia Village.

The village chief's name is Zhao Sheng. He is a clan uncle of the deceased and the most respected person in Zhaojia Village.

"Brother, you see, now that something has happened, it's useless for us to make a fuss."

"Of course, I know that no matter who is involved in such a thing, they will definitely feel very sad. I understand the feelings of the family members of the deceased."

"But understanding is understanding. After all, we still have to resolve the matter first, what do you think?"

Since it was a negotiation, Fang Jun's tone was naturally very polite.

Zhao Sheng sighed with a sad expression: "Oh...this nephew of mine just bought a house in the city and was about to live a good life, but something like this happened."

"Mr. Fang, how do you think they will live as orphans and widowers?"

"Without a man in the family, there is no backbone. The two of them will have to beg for food in the future."

How could Fang Jun not know that he was asking for money from him.

"What I'm saying is that you can't live in this family without a man. Without a man, half of the family will collapse." Fang Jun changed the topic and asked: "Brother, you just said that your nephew just I bought a house in the city, where did I buy it?”

"I bought it in Wangxi. It seems to be a real estate called Minsheng Shangdu... Yes, it is Minsheng Shangdu. I even went to see it when he bought it."

"People's Livelihood Shangdu, I know that place. It's close to the suburbs. The house price seems to be only more than 6,000 yuan per square meter. The place is quite remote and the environment is not good." Fang Jun rolled his eyes and continued: "This way Brother, now that the matter has been resolved, although your nephew died of congenital heart disease, it has nothing to do with our hospital."

"But you know I am a businessman and a philanthropist. Seeing their orphans and widowers helpless makes me feel uncomfortable."

"Your nephew's house was bought with a loan, right?"

"Isn't that right? I have to pay back thousands of dollars in loans every month, and my niece-in-law has to take care of her children. She can't go to work at all. How can I pay it back? Alas..."

You're pretty good at pretending!

Fang Jun said that the deceased died of congenital heart disease. This was not nonsense, but a diagnosis report from their hospital.

Of course.

If this matter can be solved with money, then this report is true. If it cannot be solved with money, then this report is just a blank piece of paper.

"Brother, since we have already talked about this, let me come up with a solution and we can discuss it?"

Zhao Sheng nodded: "Okay, you go ahead and I'll listen."

"Go and tell the wife of the deceased that a property under my name has just been launched. It is located on the riverside. The location and living environment are very good. The opening price is 18,000 square meters."

"You can always ask online or at the sales office. The price should be high or not low."

"If she is willing, I can give her a renovated house with an area of ​​more than 90 yuan, three bedrooms and one living room. Her name will be written on the real estate certificate. We can go to the real estate bureau in the afternoon to go through the formalities."

"As for her apartment in Minsheng Shangdu, if she wants to sell it, she can sell it. If she doesn't want to sell it, she can rent it out. It's up to her to deal with it as she pleases, okay?"

"Ouch! If that's the case, I'd like to thank you first on behalf of my miserable niece-in-law!" After Zhao Sheng just finished speaking, the expression on his face immediately turned back, and he showed a half-dead look as he said, "But Mr. Fang , now that we have a place to live, what should we do if we can have dinner with the two of them?"

"The child is just over a year old. How much will it cost when he grows up?"

"Brother, please don't worry. Listen to me. A house is a house and money is money."

"I can give them another one million. You also know that I support poor college students every year. This one million will be used as support for my children to go to school."

Seeing that Zhao Sheng was about to open his mouth to speak, Fang Jun immediately put his arms around his shoulders and said first, "This million is the price I negotiated with you. As for how much you give them, you decide for yourself."

"But please tell me, brother, that this matter has nothing to do with our hospital. I, Mr. Fang, have done everything he can to do this, and he has done his best..."

Zhao Sheng looked confused for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, I can see that Mr. Fang is very sincere. Don't worry, leave this matter to me! I'll go talk to my niece-in-law right now."

Fang Jun patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work, brother. When the job is done, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Okay, see you later."

Zhao Sheng got up and left.

Wait until the office door closes.

Zhang Huairen, who had been listening for a long time, curled his lips and said: "Ha! This old guy, do you believe that if you throw this million away, he will have to put at least half of it in his pocket?"

"Haha, Brother Ren, just watch, more than half of it must be in his pocket." Fang Jun squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "The more he puts in his pocket, the better, I'm afraid he won't dare to put it in! "

……

At the entrance of the hospital.

Zhao Sheng happily walked towards the van not far away.

If you put one million in your pocket, don't you still have the final say on how to distribute it?

Arriving in front of the van, Zhao Sheng adjusted his mood, put on a sad expression and opened the door.

Guiling, the wife of the deceased, raised her head with a haggard face and said, "Uncle is back."

"You're back, is Maomao asleep?" Zhao Sheng glanced at the baby in her arms and asked.

"Asleep...Uncle, Maomao is only one year old. How will we live together in the future..." Guiling cried with red eyes.

"Okay, don't cry. It's happened. There's no point in crying." Zhao Sheng got into the car and said, "I just talked with Mr. Fang. Your family's Mancang died of congenital heart disease. It has nothing to do with the hospital."

"Uncle, they are talking nonsense. My family, Mancang, is in good health. There is no problem at all..."

"You have only been married a few years, and I have lived for a few years. Your father-in-law has been gone for many years because of congenital heart disease."

Zhao Sheng didn't know whether the deceased had a heart disease. Anyway, as long as he had money, he must have had something wrong and died.

The respected elders had said so, and Guiling couldn't say anything else. She asked, "What does the hospital mean? Just forget it?"

"After all, it is a living human life. How can we let it go like this? Mancang is my nephew after all. If we let it go like this, I, as an uncle, will be the first to quit!"

"But Mr. Fang is quite sincere. Before I could say anything, he offered to compensate you, saying that he felt sorry for you two and would give you two some protection."

Guiling wiped her tears and asked, "What did Mr. Fang say?"

"Mr. Fang said that I would give you two a house, plus a cash compensation of 200,000 yuan."