The best perspective expert

Chapter 11 Seemingly Loyal
When Han Zhenyang got the piece of jade left by his father, he had absorbed some white aura from the jade, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, thinking that the piece of jade was special, after all, it was left by his father.

But now he realizes that things are not that simple, because the jadeite he found has a certain amount of white aura, the better the quality of the jadeite, the more white aura it contains.The white breath in the piece of material used for gambling just now was extremely strong, and it took him half a minute to absorb it.And after absorbing it, he obviously felt some changes in the bones of his fingers.

The phalanx is more shiny, the white aura in the phalanx is thicker, and the color of the white aura has also changed from light white to milky white.

This made him both happy and puzzled.

Happily, the emerald contains a large amount of white aura, and if he continues to absorb it, there may be other changes in his finger bones; what is puzzling is, what is this white aura?
Otherwise, just call it aura?Jade is a kind of jade, and jade has spirits. These white auras are probably the legendary auras.

To understand this, Han Zhenyang began to absorb spiritual energy crazily, but the grade of the Daocheng rough stone fair is not high, the scale is small and the quantity is small, most of the rough stones are scraps that have been selected several times, and there are not many high-quality jadeites, so every By noon, he had sucked all the emeralds in the rough stone fair.

This time, his finger bones didn't change much, but the white breath inside was more intense.

Han Zhenyang declined Qiao Shengnan's invitation to have lunch, went straight back to the hospital, found Director Liu in the director's office, and asked about the operation.

"It was all raised so quickly?" Director Liu was also very surprised, but then frowned, "The operation is not difficult, but the donor side is a little troublesome," he said, pointing to a middle-aged man beside him , "This is Boss Wu, the medical device supplier of our hospital. Boss Wu is the one who set up your sister's donor. Let Boss Wu tell you about the specific situation."

Boss Wu looked over 40 years old, with a big back and a general's belly. He looked really stylish. After looking at Han Zhenyang for a while, he said arrogantly: "Xiao Han, the donor is in urgent need of money. They need a deposit of 20 before agreeing to the next step.”

"20?" Han Zhenyang's eyes twitched, he gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.

Seeing Han Zhenyang nodding, Boss Wu smiled with satisfaction, "It's fine if you agree, then hurry up and raise money. By the way, the other party wants cash, and the money can't go to the hospital's account, but Director Liu will write you a note to prove that You paid a deposit of 20 in advance, and this deposit will be deducted from the surgery fee when you settle the bill."

Han Zhenyang nodded again.My sister's life and death depended on this operation, as long as the operation went smoothly, let alone cash, it would be fine to exchange it for gold.As for why the donor made such a harsh request, he didn't think much about it, because the donor's background was not so bright, and he took a private route, and the donor would take the opportunity to threaten to impose some harsher conditions It is also understandable, what is the deposit first?He had also heard stories of donors asking for huge fees ahead of surgery.

Thinking of this, Han Zhenyang didn't dare to neglect, went to the bank to withdraw 20 cash, put it in a handbag, quietly sent it to Director Liu's office while no one was paying attention, and handed it to Boss Wu himself. Only then did he know Boss Wu's name , Wu Zhongwei.

Wu Zhongwei is also considered a local tyrant, but his eyes are also green when he looks at the stacks of red banknotes. Although his net worth has already exceeded one million, every time he sees the cash, he still has an uncontrollable excitement , Maybe it was because I was afraid of poverty when I was a child?Anyway, since he was engaged in the medical device industry, he has always believed in the belief that gathering sand into a tower, no matter how little extra income is, it is money, let alone a large income of 20 yuan.

The 20 yuan is nominally the deposit requested by the donor. In fact, only a small part of the money will fall into the hands of the donor, and a large part is still retained by him.Even the harsh conditions proposed by some donors were also instructed by him, with the purpose of making money.If people are not for themselves, they will be destroyed by heaven and earth.Facts have proved that his belief is still useful, otherwise how would his child have the money to study in the lighthouse country?Where does his wife have the money to drive around in a Ferrari all day?Where does he have the money to support those cute little threes?

As for the patient's family situation, he Wu Zhongwei doesn't care, don't get sick if you have the ability.

He knew in advance that Han Zhenyang's family conditions were not good, and he originally thought about whether to give this donor to a richer patient, but he didn't expect that this kid was quite capable, and he even raised all the surgery fees, and paid it quite sensibly. 20 deposit.This made him feel quite comfortable, secretly thinking about the use of the money, whether to change the bag for the yellow-faced woman at home, or buy a pair of shoes for the young and beautiful San'er?Well, it's a conundrum.

Of course, Director Liu's part must be indispensable.

Thinking about it this way, Wu Zhongwei approached Han Zhenyang with a smile: "The matter of the donor is on my shoulders, don't worry, there will be no accidents."

Director Liu also nodded with a smile on his face: "You go to the payment hall to pay, first pay 50, and the money will go to the hospital's account, and the less will be paid and more will be refunded. Don't worry, come here later with the bill and sign the operation agreement Book."

Han Zhenyang is not short of this money now, so he swiped his card directly, paid 60 yuan, and returned to the director's office with the bill.

As soon as he was about to knock on the door, he heard a fierce quarrel coming from inside. The content of the quarrel made him feel like he was struck by lightning.

(End of this chapter)