Buddhism says that life has eight major sufferings: birth, old age, illness, death, love and separation, long-lasting resentment, unrequited seeking, and the five aggregates are abundant.

But in these eight sufferings, in addition to illness and death, there are too many pretentious factors.

Although people are busy and busy, they are old and separated for a long time, and are colorful and messy, they are always subjectively expected to touch them, and they have irreplaceable feelings and experiences.

But the word "death" is true. No one wants to be tortured by illness and to be unable to face death.

When Professor Wyler appeared in the hospital with a gloomy face, his inner anger almost ignited his already aging heart.

I don’t know any shitty cancer care fund!

After living for most of his life, he could see the other party's sinister intentions at a glance.

If you really accept this unreasonable reputation, it means you slapped yourself in the face and stood directly on the side of the pharmaceutical factory that was sucking other people's hard-earned money.

Can you let the other party slap yourself in the face so openly? Then most of your life will be in vain.

Entering the pilot hospital where the [Willer Cancer Care Fund] was written in the newspaper, Willer said to the front desk in anger, "Where is your dean's office? I am Willer, a professor at xx University, and I want to see him!"

The receptionist at the counter was stunned when he heard Wyler's name, "Wait a minute, I'll call."

After waiting for a while, the receptionist showed a formulaic smile, "I'm sorry to let you wait for a long time. The dean is in a meeting now. He asked me to tell you, please go to the reception room and wait, and he will come back as soon as possible."

"Forget it, I'll take a walk by myself, come back later." As if a fist that was swung hard fell into the air, Wyler had to sigh and wave his hand and said.

After saying that, Wyler turned around and left.

When I went to the group of people from those companies, I had another hypocritical argument. Instead, it was better to come to the hospital where I could speak. But now the director is not here, and Wyler doesn't want to sit there and wait like a fool, so he put his hands behind his back, preparing to go around and pass the waiting time.

When he reached the door, Wyler was attracted by the scene at the corner of the hospital entrance.

A woman kneeled on the side of the road with her head down, and standing directly in front of her was a little girl in a floral skirt.

The little girl has a pair of ponytails, her face is round and her skin is fair. When she smiles, her eyes are very cute.

"Mom, don't be sad. I picked a beautiful little flower for you." The little girl said to the woman under the wall with a light yellow flower in her hands.

The shadow of the sun was cut in half by the building, and the half of the light fell on the little girl's smile, while the half of the shade covered the woman's entire body.

When he saw that the woman had not raised her head, Professor Wyler realized what was happening to this group of mothers and daughters.

It is said that the walls of hospitals have heard more devout prayers than churches, but they can only listen.

The resource limitations of medical costs, operation costs, and drug costs made Wheeler understand thirty years ago that studying medicine alone cannot save everyone.

Just as Wiler couldn't bear to see this scene and was about to turn around and leave, a voice came from behind, "Is it Professor Wiler?"

When Professor Wyler turned around, a middle-aged man in a white coat was standing in front of him.

"I really don't mean it, I just had an important meeting."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and shook Wyler, then looked at Wyler, sighed and said,

"Let's go, let's go to the office and talk."

Instead of moving, Wheeler looked at the woman in front of him who looked up at her daughter who wanted to cry but couldn't cry, forced a smile on her face, and said, "Do you know what's wrong with them?"

The middle-aged man stopped his steps and was silent for a moment and said, "My daughter was initially diagnosed with leukemia..."

Leukemia is a malignant tumor of the blood system, also known as blood cancer. Due to the malignant proliferation of white blood cells, there will be thickened yellow-white substances in the middle in its blood specimens, most of which are white and white, so it is named leukemia.

As a professor who specializes in this disease, Wyler certainly knew this, and then frowned and said, "Acute or chronic?"

If it is acute, the course of the disease is six months to one year, and if it is chronic, there are no abnormal symptoms in the early stage, the patient may not find any discomfort for a long time. It is mostly found due to health examinations or major bleeding, and the survival period can last for ten to twenty years after effective treatment.

This effective treatment costs 50 to one million, which is the savings of an ordinary family throughout their lives.

"It's chronic, so we didn't place her on your care fund." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that we are unkind. There are only five million in one period, which is enough to save five patients, so of course we have to choose more urgent patients to treat them."

Wheeler frowned and asked, "Isn't there another period?"

"That's just a plan..." A bitter smile was heard, and the middle-aged man explained.

Knowing that the other party mistakenly thought he was dissatisfied with this arrangement, so when he explained to him, Wyler opened his mouth to explain, but he could not spit out any condemnation words that had been made in his abdomen.

After a long silence, Wyler forced himself to say something, "I don't know much about the agreement yet. Can you tell me?"

After hearing Wyler's words, the middle-aged man was stunned and asked in confusion, "Do you know about this?"

"I only know a little, but the details are not clear yet." Wheeler said with a flushed face.

After staring at Wyler for a few glances, the middle-aged man pondered for a moment and said slowly,

"Hairs Pharmaceutical representatives took an agreement you signed. The first donation amount is 5 million, and the next 500 million installments will be donated. In addition, part of their profits will be fixedly invested in preparing to establish a medical institute. The specific matters are in the contract..."

"The Institute of Medicine?" Wheeler murmured subconsciously.

Didn't hear Willer's voice? After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he looked at Willer with some emotion and said, "Professor Willer, how did you make them provide such a great assistance? This is really a good thing."

As the two were talking, a woman's whimper suddenly sounded not far away.

Wheeler looked up and amid the sob, the little girl held the flower in her hand and said to the woman, "Mom, don't cry, I'll sing for you."

Looking at the mother and daughter hugging in front of him and the extremely dazzling little yellow flower, Wheel felt that even if he didn't want this face.

"Do you have the contact information of that pharmaceutical representative? I have some details and terms to be modified." Wheeler said with a thick face after a moment of silence.

Some of them didn't understand what was going on, but the middle-aged man still said, "There is in that contract, I'll give it to you later."

A cloud floated by, slowly blocking the sun, making the people on the ground no longer feel so dazzling. Wyler looked at the little yellow flower that was shining in the sun, and felt for a moment that he seemed to be really old.

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There were people coming and going at the entrance of the hospital, and only the little girl's tender and clear voice was left in Wheeler's ears.
Chapter completed!