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

After walking out of the ward, Zhang Huairen received a call from the company's logistics driver.

"Mr. Ren, the medicine sent from the head office has arrived. Should I take it directly to the hospital?"

Zhang Huairen stopped and asked, "Medicine? What kind of medicine? Did I ask you to send medicine from the head office?"

"Mr. De asked us to send it here. I don't know the specific details."

"Okay, then just wait for me at the hospital now. I'll be there right away. We'll talk about it when I get there."

"Okay, Mr. Ren."

After Zhang Huairen hung up the phone, he quickly called Zhang Huaide and asked, "Brother, someone from the company called me just now and said they had sent a batch of medicine. What happened?"

"The medicine was sent here by our old man. It is the latest research and development. It is said to be the fourth generation targeted drug for treating cancer cells."

"Oh... I've been too busy recently to call home. How is the old man doing lately? Is he in good health?"

"It's very good. I just took the old man to the hospital for a checkup yesterday. Everything is normal and fine. You don't have to worry about it." Zhang Huaide finally concealed what happened to the Zhang family recently.

"Okay, I'll go back to Hanking when I'm done with this period of time. If you need anything, call me anytime."

"Okay, get busy."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Huairen took the elevator downstairs and came to the hospital parking lot.

Zhang Qingyang was browsing short videos on his mobile phone in the car. When he saw Zhang Huaren opened the door and sat in, he sat up straight and asked, "Are you done, sir? How do you feel, Mr. Fang?"

"His problem is caused by a fever, so it's not a big problem." Zhang Huairen asked: "By the way, have you been in contact with Zhang Xiaoan in the past two days?"

"No, I was afraid that he would be in a bad mood, so I didn't dare to call him."

"Zhang Xiaoan is quite capable. If you have nothing to do, keep in touch with him. In a few days, give him a call and ask him to come out for a meal and chat."

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Qingyang agreed happily.

"Drive, take me to the hospital."

"Aren't we in the hospital now? Which hospital should we go to?"

Zhang Huairen looked at him sideways and said speechlessly: "Go to our own hospital, Mingjun Hospital, okay?"

"Oh, alright."

"Your reaction is a bit slow, you still need to practice."

Zhang Qingyang: "..."

I am the eldest son of the Zhang family, and I am not a driver!

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After arriving at the hospital.

Zhang Huairen came to the delivery truck, opened the loading box and took a look inside.

The small box contained dozens of red liquid injection medicines.

"What kind of medicine is this? Why is it different from the previous ones? Is it used to treat leukemia?" Zhang Huairen asked doubtfully.

Generally, targeted drugs are granules that are taken orally, and only specific drugs for treating blood diseases are liquid injections.

But looking at the red liquid inside the reagent, it didn't look like it was used to treat blood diseases.

The driver shrugged and said with a smile: "Mr. Ren, don't ask me. I'm just a delivery driver. I've never seen anything like this."

Zhang Qingyang took out a tube of reagent from the box, looked at it carefully, then put it in front of his nose and smelled: "Is this... red wine?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Where did the red wine come from? Go, go, go! Get out of the way!" Zhang Huairen squeezed Zhang Qingyang once, then rummaged inside the box for a long time, and pulled out an instruction manual.

The red liquid written on the instructions is a fourth-generation drug recently developed by the Zhang family laboratory. It is injected into the blood and has a very good effect. It takes effect much faster than oral drugs.

The instructions also describe how to use it, so anyone who is not a fool can understand it.

The various drugs developed by the Zhang family are mainly used to treat the Zhang family's illnesses and regulate their bodies, and are also used by the Zhang family themselves.

For this reason, Zhang Huairen also firmly believes in his own products.

He closed the box and said, "Okay, let someone send the medicine in, and explain the situation to the director of the department."

After blessing the people below.

Zhang Huairen took Zhang Qingyang into the hospital and went straight to the oncology department.

Ever since he started cooperating with Mingjun Hospital, Zhang Huairen's focus has always been on this. He only occasionally goes over to take a look at the affairs of the Zhang family branch.

Zhang Huairen was very clear about his priorities.

The Zhang family has completely transformed into the pharmaceutical industry, so they must put a lot of thought into this industry.

Zhang Huairen comes back to the hospital every few days, puts down his arrogance and chats with the patients to see their condition and their opinions and attitudes towards these free medicines.

Most of the people who come to the hospital for treatment are elderly people in rural areas who have no money for medical treatment, and their speech is relatively simple.

As soon as Zhang Huairen arrived at the oncology department, he saw a skinny old man, wearing wrinkled clothes, sitting on a chair and not knowing what he was waiting for.

Zhang Huairen had an impression of this old man. He was a five-guaranteed household in a town near the city. He had advanced lung cancer with systemic spread.

When he was first taken to the hospital by the villagers, he could no longer get up and was basically in a state of waiting to die.

After staying in the hospital for a few days and taking targeted drugs for more than a month, although I still looked a little weak, I felt much better.

"Uncle Hong is here." Zhang Huairen stepped forward and greeted enthusiastically.

Seeing Zhang Huairen, Uncle Hong nodded somewhat cautiously: "You're here, Mr. Zhang."

"Uncle Hong, how many times have I told you that you are an elder, you don't need to be so polite, just call me Huairen." Zhang Huairen smiled.

When facing the elderly, he has always been very patient, which is a sign of kindness in his heart.

Uncle Hong scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Uncle Hong, are you here for a checkup today?"

"I finished the medicine I got last time, and the doctor called me and asked me to come over and get some more medicine."

"Have you had a check-up recently? How is your physical recovery?"

"No, I think it's good that you give me free medicine, but I can't cause any more trouble to you." Uncle Hong said in a very honest tone.

"Uncle Hong, that's not what you said. We are all children, and we all have elderly people at home. Just wait." Zhang Huairen turned to the nurse desk and shouted: "Someone come over and take Uncle Hong for a comprehensive examination. "

A nurse rushed over and said, "I'll take him to Mr. Ren."

"Okay." Zhang Huairen approached the nurse and said in a medium voice: "After the examination is completed, I will give Uncle Hong a red envelope of 500 yuan and let him buy some nutritional supplements."

"Huairen! This is not okay! How can I ask for your money!"

"Haha, it's okay, Uncle Hong. I'm not sending messages to everyone. I'm just taking care of you old people who live alone. You should go get checked first. You'll have peace of mind as soon as possible."

After the nurse led Uncle Hong away.

Zhang Qingyang asked: "Uncle, do we... really need to be so kind?"

"It depends on what you think about it. I don't think I'm kind. I just spend money to buy a good reputation and sublimate my soul." Zhang Huairen asked him: "After all, our Zhang family has spent a lot of money. It’s not over anymore, you have to use the money to do something happy, right?”

Zhang Qingyang nodded in understanding: "Right..."