Days passed day by day, and three months later, Luo Qiao's early scientific research experiments were completed and she submitted an application to enter the clinical experiment stage. She finally could breathe a sigh of relief.

This day was the day when she went to the hospital for treatment. Although Luo Qiao was young, she was famous before going abroad. There were many people who came here, and most of them were passed down by word of mouth.

After a busy morning, she looked at the medical university student who was following her internship: "How many numbers are there outside the door?"

Xiao Zhang smiled and said, "Director, there are five patients outside the door. Are you tired?"

Luo Qiao shook her head gently and said, "Call the next one."

Luo Qiao basically went to the outpatient clinic in the morning, had dinner in the hospital cafeteria, and went to the inpatient department in the afternoon. If there was surgery, she would arrange time in advance.

The last person who came in was a young man in his twenties who was helped in. He roughly mentioned his condition: he had been suffering from repeated lower back pain for more than four years, and he had been treated according to lumbar muscle strain, but after repeated treatment, the effect was not very good.

After Luo Qiao repeatedly checked him, she asked some questions, thinking that this disease would have to be checked one step further.

She told the patient about her diagnosis and continued: "If you want to make further diagnosis, you have to take an x-ray of the lumbar spine and base bone, and you need to do several tests to confirm it."

The family member who accompanied him was the patient's mother. He asked with red eyes: "How much does these examinations cost? I have been treating this disease in recent years. If it is too expensive, the family really can't afford the cost."

Luo Qiao saw the young man's depressed mood and heard him look up and say, "Mom, we will not cure this disease, let it be fate. I can't drag down my family anymore."

As soon as he said this, the woman burst into tears.

Luo Qiao could understand the current mood of the two. This is the real problem facing poor families. If there is a little trouble at home, you can't stand it.

Luo Qiao had asked Xu Shifan to do education poverty alleviation, donating schools and subsidizing poor students from poor families in poor areas, but now she has more thoughts in her mind.

Seeing that the mother and son were crying sadly, they looked at the name on the medical record and said, "You don't cry anymore, crying can't solve the problem."

The mother and son hurriedly put away their tears and prepared to pack up their things and walk out.

Luo Qiao said, "Wait a minute, if your disease is not cured, it will become more and more serious."

The woman cried and said, "We know, but the family really can't afford such a large amount of money. There is no way. Who told us to be poor? That's his life."

Luo Qiao speeded up the speed of packing things on her hands and looked up at the young man: "Your name is Zeng Liang, right? It's noon now, you go with me to the cafeteria for dinner first.

I have a friend who is a caring person. After dinner, I will contact you. At that time, professional personnel will come to talk to you. You just need to provide relevant information and board the plane. As long as they meet their assistance conditions, they will fund your medical treatment money."

After hearing this, the two mothers and sons of the Zeng family were stunned and a little disbelief. Zeng Liang's mother whispered: "My God, is there such a good thing?"

The intern next to him knew that since Director Luo said that, he must have stopped running away. He smiled and reminded: "Thank you, our director, you are really lucky."

At this time, Zeng Liang's mother also reacted. The doctors in the big hospital would definitely not joke with them about this, and they almost knelt down to Luo Qiao. Fortunately, Luo Qiao's eyes and hands were quick to hold people up: "Don't do this, you have to do this. This is not thanking me, but harming me."

You don’t have to thank me. When you are in good health in the future, just work hard to repay the society. When others are in trouble, remember to stretch out your hands and pass on your love.”

Zeng Liang was excited when he heard this: "Doctor Luo, don't worry, if I can recover from my health, I will definitely work hard and have the ability in the future. I will also learn like your friends, just like you said to work hard to repay the society."

Luo Qiao nodded with gratitude: "It's OK."
Chapter completed!