I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2097 - 1350: A Spark of Fire (2)

"Rumor has it that when she leaped from the building, her son and daughter-in-law were right there yet failed to hold her back?"

Jiang Chen inquired.

"Following the event, we promptly teamed up with authorities to pull the security videos. Her son and daughter-in-law were truly close by then, though they chatted at the corridor's end and overlooked the old lady. She strolled by herself to the window, resting on the wall, and by the moment they spotted her, it was far too late."

The director replied: "Upon Ma Qiujie's arrival at our facility, her state was already pretty dire and needed constant supervision. Since her son and daughter-in-law held jobs, we first assigned a nurse. However, with them on site that day, we held back the nurse from stepping in. None of us imagined this tragedy unfolding."

Even the toughest ailments can find a counter; yet here, the finest physicians stand helpless.

"On her condition, what verdict did the specialists reach? Any hope for getting better?"

The director shook his head, "Recovery odds are nearly zero. The illness dragged on too much, and by the time she reached us, the prime window for care had closed. Plus, the prior therapies from other clinics... added extra strain on her body, leaving us only able to extend her days."

Continuing, the director noted: "Mr. Jiang, we've laid all this out clearly to her kin, so no tricks or scams are at play. For Ma Qiujie's coverage rate, we adhere strictly to Xinghuo's guidelines, keeping costs way below those at external spots. Her folks must know this well."

The facility's standing keeps getting smeared.

The view of white-clad saviors darkens in people's sights too.

Ever more sick folks turn into cash grabs for medics and clinics.

Still, in this case, the wronged party is plainly with Xinghuo Medical Center.

The underdog sufferer scores a victory this round.

Just like another tale of the farmer and the viper.

"Mr. Jiang, going forward, should we turn away these end-stage cases?"

The director had to ask.

"It has nothing to do with terminal status; certain folks' woes are bodily, others carry wounds buried in their hearts. Spotting such folks isn't easy."

The director, a lifelong rescuer of lives, found himself at a loss for words.

What an odd affair.

Healing morals and expertise usually go hand in hand.

Naturally.

Outliers do pop up.

Exiting the mishap area, spurred by it, windows once fully accessible were now half-sealed, hotel-style, blocking any leaps. A closer look showed not merely one pane but the whole Xinghuo Medical Center revamped this way, expense be damned. Jiang Chen offered no take on it.

Airflow surely suffers compared to earlier, but it's hardly Xinghuo Medical Center lacking heart.

Obviously, it's to stop repeats of such horrors.

Why aid the uninjured party?

With windows unopenable, who's jumping anyway?

Plenty of logic there.

In the midst of the tour, the director's cell buzzed.

"Director, President Wu's back."

"Got it."

Slipping the phone away, the director stated: "Mr. Jiang, Miss Wu has arrived."

"What's her purpose?"

"Likely checking on the ill."

Hearing that, Jiang Chen couldn't resist questioning: "Any kin or pals of hers laid up here?"

Catching the mix-up, the director hastened to clarify: "None, Miss Wu lacks family or buddies under care here, yet some folks come via her and her crew's referrals. Thus, Miss Wu cares deeply about their plights and drops by for visits when free."

Jiang Chen grinned: "She's funneling you clients."

The director smiled too, then said with a touch of regret: "Miss Wu means well, aiming to aid us while supporting those patients. That said... with them placed here, Miss Wu ought to keep her distance, lest future headaches arise."

Decades in the hospital line have shown the director far beyond average sights.

Hospitals probe human nature like no other spot.

For instance, this fresh self-harm case marks yet more kindness repaid with spite.

"I've urged Miss Wu repeatedly, but she brushes it off."

"Where's she at? Let's check." Jiang Chen suggested.

They soon reached a spot just beyond the liver and gallbladder ward.

Via the door's glass, they spotted Wu Yufei within, conversing with the sick and their loved ones, seeming cozy and upbeat, though just for the moment.

Should things decline or mishaps strike down the line, holding onto that warmth stays doubtful.

Without barging in to disturb, they lingered till Wu Yufei emerged.

"Director Bai?"

Noticing the director in the hall and Jiang Chen alongside, Wu Yufei promptly bowed her head, like a kid busted in mischief.

"Miss Wu, you're no medic; cozying up too much to the ill won't help you. We'll handle their needs properly."

The director counseled, eyeing her like a young colleague.

Wu Yufei stayed quiet.

The director let out a soft sigh, then remarked: "Mr. Jiang, alright, you two chat."

Jiang Chen nodded.

The director departed.

"You're running the show now, yet playing charity worker?"

Jiang Chen chuckled.

"I..."

Wu Yufei faltered, all flustered and wordless.

"This ain't some quick-eats joint; no begging the crowd for stars. To these relatives, top priority is the patient's mending. Without that, your efforts flop no matter what. They're courteous today; come a downturn, will they still beam at you?"

"Not all act that way..."

Wu Yufei lifted her gaze defiantly.

Jiang Chen met her eyes steadily.

"Overflowing goodwill doesn't fit hospitals; healthcare's no different. Our job is nailing our duties right."

Wu Yufei nibbled her lip, "Got it."

Jiang Chen smiled, "Doubt you do. The director's warned you plenty, but you dismiss it; legal woes won't touch you, huh?"

Wu Yufei kept mute.

Jiang Chen abruptly sensed his words rushed too hard; not all fit the business mold.

Yet compassion can't count as wrong.

"Sorry, I owe you an apology."

Jiang Chen softened, "Had I not pushed you into launching the firm, you wouldn't face this mess."

"No need for that."

Wu Yufei shot back fast, earnest, "Everyone sees you meant to assist us. It's on us for botching it."

"So why skip the lesson?"

Jiang Chen laughed: "Back in sales, you'd grasp roles split clear. Even pushing 'results' to Xinghuo, post-referral, step back; the follow-up isn't sales turf, that's for support teams."

His light, apt analogy drew a laugh from Wu Yufei unbidden, though she knew better, sealing her mouth quick, murmuring low, "No more visits from me."

At last, fearing doubt, she tacked on, "I swear."

"Swears to me mean zilch. Own your choices. Upset kin in grief might turn on themselves or anyone."

Wu Yufei stared at him blankly, mind wandering.

This...

What sort of gentle care is it.

"Why the stare?"

Jiang Chen wondered.

"I, I get it."

Wu Yufei dropped her gaze at once.

Observing her, Jiang Chen let it rest.

"With time to spare, mind guiding me?"

Guiding?

Wu Yufei peeked up, puzzled.

"To where?"

"Ma Qiujie's place."

Ma Qiujie's place?

Didn't they just discuss steering clear of the kin?