Power of Money

Chapter 27

Jason followed the stretcher and was stopped at the entrance of the operating room.

Seeing the metal door closed and the operating light suddenly lit up, Jason took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

"Sir, this is a hospital. Please don't smoke."

A nurse came up and reached out her hand, indicating Jason to hand over the cigarette.

Jason, with a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at her. "I won't light it. You don't have to worry about me."

"I'm sorry, sir. Please hand over the cigarette. This is the hospital. Please don't disturb our work." The little nurse insisted.

"How can I affect your work?" Jason said expressionlessly.

"You think that I don't know? Once I leave, you will definitely light it. Which room are you in? Why haven't I seen you? Are you a relative of a doctor or a nurse? I tell you, this is the hospital of St De. If you..."

"You can leave now."

Jason looked out of the window quietly and interrupted the nurse.

"What's wrong with you? Can't you understand human language? I asked you to hand over the cigarette, or I'll call the security guard to throw you out!"

While the nurse was talking, she heard heavy footsteps behind her. Then she turned back and hurried to greet them with a smile on her face.

"Director Wu, here you are. I don't know where this patient came from, but he insisted on smoking here, and he doesn't listen to my persuasion. You should check if there is someone here who privately put his family members into the hospital. If other patients see it, it will be big trouble!"

Director Wu was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a white coat. He frowned when he heard the little nurse's words. When he saw Jason, who was holding a cigarette, his face suddenly changed.

"You leave first. I'll fix this."

After saying that, Director Wu waved his hand and walked quickly to Jason's back.

"Young Master, why do you stay up so late? The air is cold at night. Don't catch a cold."

Director Wu lowered his voice for fear of disturbing Jason, who was lost in thought.

Jason did not speak, staring straight at the blank night outside the window.

His mind was full of the scene that Emily lying in a pool of blood.

She knew that as long as she asked, Jason would definitely help her.

But why would she rather choose to end her young life than mention this to him?

Jason sighed softly, only to find that there was a fire in front of him.

"Director Wu?"

He was slightly surprised, and then he saw Fred Wu's respectful expression.

"Young Master seems to have something on his mind."

Fred Wu put the flame to the cigarette. Jason hesitated for a moment and took off the cigarette from his mouth.

"Director Wu, this is a hospital. Not only did you not stop the patients from smoking, but you lit it up. Have you considered the feelings of other patients and medical staff?" Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

When they turned around together, they saw the nurse step forward angrily and grab the lighter in Wu's hand.

Wu was stunned.

He was the dean of the hospital.

Jason was the young master of this hospital.

There were hundreds of people in the entire hospital, all of whom were paid by the Shen family.

What did it matter if he lit a cigarette for Jason?

If he hadn't come across this opportunity, he wouldn't have been able to do it even if he wanted to.

"Do you know who he is? Mm? Helping him smoke a cigarette is not a big deal. Even if he lit this hospital, you and I can only watch and give the lighter to him. Do you understand?"

Fred Wu glared at the nurse and said angrily.

"But..."

The nurse wanted to explain, but Fred Wu interrupted her angrily. "Leave us here. Go to the head nurse and apply for a shift. In the next half year, you will be on the night shift and guard the equipment warehouse. Don't let me see you again!"

The nurse didn't expect that doing her duty had made her fall into such a situation.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Forget it." Jason handed the cigarette to the nurse and said, "Take it away. I won't smoke it in the future.'

The nurse took the cigarette and before she could react, Fred Wu had already driven her away impatiently.

Then, Fred appeared in front of Jason again and asked respectfully, "Young master, it's cold at night. Would you like to go back to the ward to rest?"

"How is the situation of the rescue inside?" Jason asked.

"The rescue?" Fred was stunned, and then he thought of the purpose of his appearance here.

"It's not good."

Fred sighed deeply. "Emily jumped down from the third floor and fell on the concrete floor in the back garden. Even if she can survive, which would be a miracle, I'm afraid she will spend the rest of her life in the hospital bed." "High paraplegia?" Jason's heart skipped a beat.

"This is the best result."

With this, Fred looked at Jason inexplicably and asked tentatively, "Young Master, are you here for Emily Xia?"

He knew that Emily was Jason's personal attendant, but Jason, a child with a prominent family background, he should not care so much about a little girl.

After all, they should have seen all kinds of women and played with countless girls.

"I am asking you, is there no hope?" Jason took a deep breath and asked.

"It's very difficult. Although our hospital has the world's top medical team and equipment, these doctors all especially treated Shen's patients. Not only the cost is expensive, but it is also very difficult to collect all the medical equipment in a short time..."

"Where are they?" Jason interrupted him.

"Well... At present, there seems to be only one surgical expert in Nandu. The rest are in Beijing, Shanghai..."

"Let the doctor in Nandu immediately rush to the hospital for Emily's surgery. No matter where the rest of them are and what they are doing, tell them to go back to the hospital immediately. If Emily could be saved, in addition to medical expenses, I will give one million yuan for an extra reward. If she can't be saved, or become the high paraplegia you just said. All of the doctors should pack up and leave, and you are no exception."

After Jason finished speaking, he took a deep look at the operating room and turned to leave.

Fred Wu stood still for a long time as if he had figured out something. He patted his head, quickly took out the phone, and dialed all the top-level doctors in St.De hospital one by one.

Back in the ward, Jason checked the time. It was 11:30 p.m.

His fingers rubbed the phone screen. After hesitating for a moment, he still dialed the phone number.

"Uncle Dong."

The phone was connected.

"Your Young Master! Why do you have my phone number? Although Madam had told me to contact you a long time ago, considering that you haven't recovered yet, I didn't dare to disturb you. I didn't expect to hear your voice today. That's great!" The voice of an old man on the other end of the phone sounded energetic.

"Uncle Dong, I'll make it short. I have something to trouble you, but I don't know if it's convenient." Jason thought for a moment and said.

"Oh, young master, what can I do for you? It's my honor to work for you!" Dong sounded very excited.

"Help me find out the land that Lin's Group is going to tear down on Golden Water Road, and see if we can take it down. If you need money, just tell me." Jason said.

"Lin's Group?"

Uncle Dong thought about it. He remembered that Lin's Group was a newly risen company when the real estate industry had expanded rapidly in recent years. Their assets were hundreds of millions, and the scale was constantly expanding.

How could a young master pay attention to such a company?

Although Lin's Group had made some fame in Nandu in recent years, it was not a big deal compared to the Shen family.

Although he was puzzled, Uncle Dong still said respectfully, "Okay, I understand."

"When will it be done in the fastest way?" Jason asked.

"Don't worry, young master. It will settle before dawn."

"Well, thank you, Uncle Dong."

Jason hung up the phone and lay down on the bed. He had an unspeakable feeling.

At this moment, a force in Nandu was quietly active.

First of all, the private mobile phone of the director of the State Bureau rang immediately.

Seeing the caller number, Dave Chan, the director of the State Security Bureau, who was about to sleep, immediately wiped his hands and picked up the phone. "Hello, I'm Dave Chan."

"I'm Leo Shen."

"Hello, Mr. Shen."

"Director Chan, we intend to take down a piece of land to be demolished on Royal Water Avenue and plan to build the most luxurious business center in this area..."