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Chapter 198 Abandoned Baby (5)

Dr. Cao called the hospital leaders on duty in front of everyone. The hospital leaders knew about Xiao Binbin an hour ago and promised to reduce some of the medical expenses. He also believed in the strong character of Grandpa Gu and the "most handsome policeman". He agreed to treat first and give time to the neighborhood committee and police station to raise funds.

Saving people is like putting out a fire!

Director Su transformed into the commander-in-chief of fundraising, and everyone assigned tasks.

She personally accompanied the mother of the child who had just finished her meal to see Xiao Binbin in the Hematology Department of the Sixth Hospital. The little guy was in the sterile cabin, and the two could only watch through the glass. They could only entrust nurses to take photos of the little guy through the intercom system, and send them to her after taking pictures.

Zheng Xinyi used to be the "copywriting" of the neighborhood committee. It was really a pediatrician for her to do materials. She didn't receive any photos. A crowdfunding letter from "Your Warmth Will Give Xiao Binbin's Future" was sent to the WeChat public account of the Chaoyang Community Volunteer Security Patrol Team and forwarded to dozens of WeChat groups built by the patrol team during this period.

Since the WeChat donation platform needs to review information, she can only keep her own WeChat account at this stage and can only receive donations one by one.

Everyone was forwarding it. Grandpa Gu was not idle, so he continued to talk to his father Wan Xin, doing his ideological work, and cheering him up.

The people who attended the show at night might be too excited and many were not sleeping.

Some retired old men and women don’t know how to search for WeChat accounts, and they can’t add Zheng Xinyi’s WeChat. Some send voice messages in the group, and some have private chats, and they have to reply one by one, which makes Han Chaoyang very busy.

"Aunt Qian, the child is in the hospital. It's really difficult, it's very difficult! Yes, no one can stand it. OK, you can forward it to me. I'll record it. All the necessary ones must be recorded. Every kind person who donates must be recorded. Where to spend the donation, you will make it public on the patrol official account at that time. Thank you very much."

"Xinyi, I've transferred your WeChat account to Xiaobin, please record it, Aunt Qian 100."

"Han Da, which aunt Qian?"

I only know people, only know my surname Qian, but I can't remember my name.

Han Chaoyang was stopped and could only smile: "Aunt Qian from Dongming Community, the fatter Aunt Qian."

"Okay, I'll make a note later." Li Xiaobin hurriedly recorded it, thinking about it, couldn't help laughing.

Han Chaoyang didn't have time to joke with him. Grandpa Gu was talking to his child's father Wan Xin behind him. Now it's not the time to joke. He quickly plugged his phone into the charger and clicked on a private chat message.

"Xiao Han, my son is asleep. Lao Gu of my family won't add Xiao Zheng's WeChat. I will send a red envelope. Can I send it to you?"

"Okay, Aunt Qian also sent it to me just now. Aunt Zong, thank you, I would like to thank you on behalf of my parents."

"I have a little bit of my heart, what's the point of thanking me? I saw the photo. The little guy was exactly the same as my Bingbing at that time. Why did he get this disease? Why did he suffer this pain!"

"Yes, how cute, whoever meets you likes you."

"I know you are busy, so I will send it to you first. In fact, all the money is red envelopes I usually grab in several groups, and I don't know how to use it. If you borrow flowers to offer Buddha, don't joke."

"How could it be? Thank you."

………

The old men and mothers are very powerful, at least they are fifty.

Director Wang played the most on WeChat, with the highest retirement salary and the smallest burden. To be precise, he had no burden at all. He did not send red envelopes, but transferred money, and transferred five hundred at a time.

Han Chaoyang kept replying and was very busy. Zheng Xinyi was so frugal to collect the money. He turned around and smiled: "Han Da, Director Su just donated 200, Captain Tang, Director Cai, fifty, Director Tu, fifty, you Director Liu, your instructors, and Deputy Director Xu... How much do you think our patrol donates is appropriate?"

The parents of the child are just behind this. Can you ask this here?

Han Chaoyang was ridiculous and didn't know how to speak, but Li Xiaobin suddenly said: "The squad leader is one hundred, and the others are fifty."

"That's fine, I'll post the standard in the group."

The comrades did a beautiful job, and the people in Chaoyang community were very strong. Grandpa Gu became happier the more he thought about it. He suddenly turned around and said, "Chaoyang, I don't know how to get WeChat. Please help me get five hundred first."

"Okay, right now."

"Officer Gu, Officer Han, Zheng... Sister Zheng, why are you so embarrassed? I kowtowed to you!"

"A man has gold under his knees. What a big deal, what's the point of kowtow."

Grandpa Gu realized that it was not suitable for him to stay here, so he signaled him to go to the Sixth Hospital together and said with a smile: "Everyone has times when they encounter difficulties, so it is appropriate to give love. However, as a person who accepts donations, you must be grateful. This gratitude is not about how you can repay you in the future, but just have this kindness. Take good care of Xiao Binbin, treat it well, and cultivate adults. Don't let down the good intentions of everyone, and don't do stupid things anymore."

"Yes, I promise not."

"Okay, let's go and have a look at Binbin. After reading it, I'll find a place for you to stay here first. I'll talk about other things tomorrow."

"Thank you, Officer Gu."

"Here we come again, let's go, it's okay to put it here."

Grandpa Gu and Wan Xin just pushed the door and walked out of the police room. The phone, which was sending and receiving WeChat red envelopes, suddenly rang.

My girlfriend called me, and she had to answer no matter how busy she was, but after answering, she was actually the mother-in-law who spoke.

"Chaoyang, I saw you posted on Moments. The child is only seven months old. It's so pitiful. I'll ask Yingying to donate 200 later. One hundred is hers, and one hundred is mine. I'll help you forward it when you go to work tomorrow, and ask our colleagues in our unit to donate some."

"Mom, why are you so embarrassed?"

"It's not donating it to you personally. You are doing good deeds, and we are also giving love to do good deeds."

"Yes, we are all showing love."

"Okay, Yingying tells you."

When so many people answered their girlfriend's phone calls, Han Chaoyang got up and walked into the backyard from the inner room, held his cell phone tightly and asked, "Wife, why haven't you sleep yet?"

"I can't sleep," Huang Ying looked at the photo and sympathized with the cute little Binbin. She asked anxiously: "Chaoyang, there is no problem with fundraising. I will also help you turn to your friends tomorrow. The forwarding effect during the day is better. The key is that the child's illness can be cured after the fundraising money? What did the doctor say?"

I had actually asked Dr. Cao just now, and Han Chaoyang sighed lightly: "Start asking Lu Yatou, who said that 300,000 to 400,000 should be enough. Later, I asked the doctor and found out that it was unclear how much it cost. I don't know if the little guy will get infected, and I don't know if the little guy will have any complications. Anyway, 400,000 is definitely not enough from the current situation."

"How much does that cost?"

"Funding for one million yuan, if the money is cured in the future and not spent, it will be returned to the kind-hearted person who donated it in proportion."

"As long as you can raise money, it will definitely be cured?"

"I asked, this person dared not make a guarantee. People say that as long as chronic myeloid leukemia like this can be matched with the type and bone marrow transplant, the cure rate is very high, but the premise is that it can be matched with the type. If it is not matched, all the work is done now is useless. No matter how much it costs, you will be wasted."

"Shouldn't your parents be fine?"

"Not necessarily. What I worry most now is this. If the child's parents' bone marrow cannot match and the bone marrow bank cannot find the right one."

"Why can't parents?"

"This is not a blood transfusion. Anyway, what the doctor said, can it be matched? After raising more than 100,000 yuan in medical expenses, they will get their bone marrow checked. If they can't match, and if they can't find it in the bone marrow bank, there is no need to continue raising funds."

"It's so pitiful."

"Who said no, so we get married in the future. Don't play with your phone when you are pregnant in the future. Don't get close to the computer. I just searched it and said that electromagnetic radiation may cause the baby in the pregnant woman's belly to suffer from leukemia."

Thinking so far!

Huang Ying was ridiculous and immediately said, "I will transfer it to you for two hundred first, and then I will die. If you don't want to go to work tomorrow, I will still have to go to work."

He hung up as soon as he said he was hang up. Han Chaoyang clicked on the reception and transferred the money directly to Zheng Xinyi. He returned to the police station and smiled and said, "The two hundred and one half of the transfers belong to my wife and half to my mother-in-law. It doesn't matter whether he remembers it or not."

"You will be your wife so soon, and you will be your mother-in-law so soon," Zheng Xinyi thought about it the more she seemed, and couldn't help but tease: "Han Da, there is one less person, where is your father-in-law?"

"What else do you want to do if you donate two hundred yuan? My mother-in-law has fifty and my father-in-law has fifty, right?"

"Yes, I just remember it."

Just as I was about to see how much money I had raised, a prompt sound came from my phone.

When I clicked on it, I was shocked. Director Zhou sent a WeChat message, which said in words: Xiao Han, I donate 500 yuan, please transfer it to the children's parents.

As soon as I read the text information, I transferred it for 500 yuan.

Han Chaoyang quickly entered a line of text: Thank you, Director Zhou, for making you spend money!

Director Zhou did not reply to text messages or voice messages, but replied with a thumbs-up expression. Han Chaoyang was thinking that this should be a praise. There was an additional message in the circle of friends. Click to see that Director Zhou not only donated 500 yuan but also helped forward it to the circle of friends.

Thinking that the leader's appeal was not comparable to that of his little police officer, Han Chaoyang realized that this was no different from asking all police officers to donate money. He was immediately ecstatic and quickly praised Director Zhou and paid attention to thank him again under Director Zhou's circle of friends.

"Wow, Chaoyang, you have Director Zhou's WeChat!" Wu Wei, who had just brought a few team members to help Wan Xin and his wife clean up the health care room ward and planned to let Wan Xin and his wife temporarily live in the residential committee, came over and saw it, and was really shocked.

Before Han Chaoyang could speak, Li Xiaobin smiled happily and said, "Angkor, we Han Da not only have your Director Zhou's WeChat, but also the WeChat of Deputy Secretary Tong of the District Party Committee and Secretary Yang of the Street. At the end of the song meeting, Secretary Tong and Secretary Yang told Secretary Yang that Accountant Han Da and Huang would get married in the future, and one of them would be the main marriage partner and the other would be the witnesses."

Two district party committee members attended his future wedding, and Director Zhou’s WeChat. No wonder Guan Xiyuan once said in a sensation that Han Chaoyang had a background.

Thinking of the bureau leader asking Grandpa Gu to be his master, Wu Wei felt that Guan Xiyuan's words would not be fake, so he stared at him and said half-jokingly: "Chaoyang, if there is any good thing in the future, don't forget me, my brother. If you have great success in the future, you must support me."
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