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Movie Empress Yu went online. She covered her stomach with her teeth bared. However, now that there was no camera, this Movie Empress’ small thoughts had long been seen through by a large group of old masters. This scene could not be faked any more.

Everyone smiled ambiguously. No one was going to break it, so why bother breaking a woman’s trick? It’s not good not to let others lose face without saying it.

Naturally, Gaoleng wouldn’t break it, so why bother breaking a first-line actress’s trick? Not to mention the ambiguity that was coming for him, there was no need to make a woman lose face.

“Alright.” Gaoleng looked at Yu Zhi who was thinking of him and said.

Soon, they arrived at Shi Kai Hospital. This was the largest public hospital in the prefecture-level city, also known as the XX First People’s Hospital. However, the common people still called it Shi Kai Hospital because the hospital was donated by a French businessman during the Anti-Japanese War in the early years. However, after a few changes, it became a public hospital.

As soon as he got to the hospital, a doctor in a white coat hurried over. Gaoleng reached out his hand as soon as he got out of the car and said, “Welcome, please.” Apparently, it was already arranged to wait for Gaoleng to arrive.

Gaoleng looked at the doctor and was curious about how old he was. He looked at his face, which was clearly around thirty or forty years old, but his hair was more than half white. He said, “It’s been hard work.”

“Doctor, how old are you?” A local snake on the side was probably curious and asked casually.

“Every time you meet a new friend, you ask me this question. Is it because my hair is gray?” The doctor scratched his head embarrassedly. “I’m the director of the surgical operating room. I’ve just turned 30 this year.”

“Aiyo, young white-haired man.” It was rare for someone to turn white at such a young age.

“The people in our department are all grey-haired.” The doctor seemed to be very tired. He took off his glasses and wiped his white coat. “Sometimes, an operation lasts for more than ten hours. It’s stressful to fight for your life in the hands of Reaper. It’s inevitable that you have a lot of white hair.”

As he spoke, he looked at Gaoleng with some caution and admiration, “President Gao, I’ve read your report. The rotten meat case is really well written!”

“It should be.” Gao Leng smiled faintly, “Not as great as you, Angel in white.”

“How can that be? Are we still angels in white? The relationship between doctors and patients is so tense now that our doctors are unable to explain it.” The doctor shook his head and sighed, “The media always ignite the flames of war. This is not good.”

This is indeed not good. Now that there are more and more media, the profit-oriented media often exaggerate patients’ problems, causing people to criticize doctors. Every profession has its own difficulties. Doctors have their own difficulties. Certainly, some doctors take red envelopes without medical ethics, but that doesn’t mean that all doctors are like this.

For example, teachers, so many hardworking teachers on the frontlines rarely reported, and one or two bad teachers reported the storm in the city.

This is not good.

What does the media do? The media is guided. No matter how the media guides them, the people will move in any direction.

For example, this year’s Rio Olympics was better than the Olympics four years ago. Even if this year’s athletes did not win the championship, or even the medal, most of the evaluations would be: “It’s hard, continue to work hard!”

On the other hand, in the world of Liu Xiang, the media did not guide him, and the gimmicks of Light Blog went, causing great pressure on the athletes.

“I’m weak now.” Gaoleng reached out and patted the doctor on the shoulder. “So, I set a small goal. In the near future, my media will guide and have the ability to guide other media to make things right, to speak for the patient, and to speak for the doctor.”

Just as he was speaking, a person entered the elevator. When he opened the elevator door, Gaoleng suddenly saw a figure. Wasn’t that Qiu Jian? The man who had lost his child all the way to the northwest and had seen him at Yuzhi’s shooting scene, why was he in the hospital?

Gaoleng pushed down the elevator and walked out. The man’s grief of looking for his child left a deep impression on him at the first glance.

“Qiu Jian.” The assistant director also saw him and was not surprised. He also followed him out, “He really is here to help nurse patients and earn money.”

Qiu Jian walked towards the other end of the corridor with a pile of clothes stained with shit and urine in his arms.

“He lost his child. He sent a lot of messages online for a few years but couldn’t find him. A netizen in the northwest sent a photo that looked like his child a few days ago. He came over to meet his family, but it wasn’t the case.” The assistant director’s sympathetic voice echoed softly on the ninth floor of the hospital’s inpatient department. “He spent all his money looking for a child. His wife went crazy because she lost her child, and she was killed by a car on the road. Her parents’ grandson died too early after four years. He’s the only one now, pitiful.”

“Why didn’t I know of such a person?” Yuzhi asked.

“Of course you don’t know. With such a big bowl like you, he has a good relationship with the underground group. I only knew about him because there was a problem with the machine and the equipment clerk couldn’t repair it. He actually volunteered to repair it.” What a pity! He’s a graduate student from Fudan University. He’s ruined. No, he still wants to look for a child in the northwest for a while, but the money is gone. I’ve heard that he works a few jobs. He helps people wash clothes in the hospital. I heard that he also helps people do what? Washing dishes? I’ve got several jobs anyway. ”

“Wait for me.” Gaoleng turned around and nodded, “I’ll be right back.”

With that, he quickly ran over and waved his hand, “Brother Chou!”

Qiu Jian was stunned as he hugged his clothes. His footsteps didn’t last for a second, but he still didn’t turn around and walked forward.

“Brother Chou!” Gaoleng sped up until he reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Qiu Jian turned around and saw that it was Gaoleng. He hurriedly took a few steps back in surprise, “Dirty… These clothes are very dirty. It’s Director Gao, Director Gao. This, this, these clothes stink too much.” As he spoke, he took two more steps back, “Sorry, I thought I was calling someone else.”

It had been many years since he had heard of someone so respectful of him, so he naturally thought that it was someone else.

“This is my business card. It has my personal phone number on it.” Gaoleng took out his personal business card and took out a cheque. “I entrust you with something. I’ll give you a reward first.”

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

“So much?” Qiu Jian hesitated a little and hurriedly put his clothes aside to receive it.

“Remuneration.” Gaoleng smiled and stretched out his hand, “It’s good to help the Northwest Branch shoot a scene that lasts about five minutes. Ask the president of the Northwest Branch for the equipment, and I’ll tell him.”

‘”Five minutes of location shots won’t be enough. If you want me to do you a favor, you can lend me the machine and I’ll shoot it in a day. This money is too much…”

“That’s the price I pay for my business. The rest is your reward. Auction well. Alright, I’ll be busy then.” Gaoleng turned around and left.

How could this be a reward? This was clearly Gaoleng trying to find a way to help him.

A scholar, a top student of Fudan University, even if he was depressed, he still had the courage. He could rely on his own ability to find children and not beg in the streets. He must have high self-esteem. He would definitely be able to sense Gaoleng’s compassion and would definitely not accept it.

Fifty thousand was enough money for him to search for children in the northwest, and also enough for him to return to the imperial capital and rest for a few days.

Gaoleng walked to the elevator and said, “Let’s go.” As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Qiu Jian. There was not only sympathy in Gaoleng’s eyes, but also the sharpness of discovering talents.