Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

What should I do? We're already here; do we really have to take her back and wait until we've scraped together enough money to bring her back again?

After Uncle Song contacted the doctors at the previous hospital, he was even more devastated and collapsed to the floor in utter despair.

Since they had been discharged, their bed had been freed up and immediately filled by a new patient, and there were no vacant beds available to admit anyone for the time being.

"Doctor, you've seen my wife's condition. It might worsen once we get home. I swear, I swear I'll have the money by tomorrow. Please let us be hospitalized first!"

Uncle Song clutched the doctor's hand, barely able to hold back his agony as he spoke, "I have hundreds of thousands in my card— I'll deposit the hospitalization fee immediately. We're really here for treatment!"

"I'm sorry…" said the doctor regretfully. He was just a junior doctor, and if he were to lead the way in breaking hospital rules, he would certainly be disciplined, or worse, fired if the situation escalated. read-more-at-MvLeMpYr

"Is there really no other way?" Uncle Song sat on the ground with a vacant look in his eyes, and then, filled with hope, he pulled out his phone and dialed his son.

The call connected, but a chorus of arguments came through the line.

"You bunch of scammers! You promised the loan would be disbursed today; why push it until tomorrow again!"

"Mr. Song, you've got to understand us— we junior staff certainly don't have that much money. We need to go through small loan companies to get the funds. If you want to expedite the process, that's fine, but there's a handling fee of one hundred thousand, and at the earliest, the money can only be transferred to you by tomorrow."

"Scammers! Aren't you afraid of divine retribution for cheating people like this!!!"

"Mr. Song, please watch your language! Who's scamming you? Did I say I wouldn't give you the money? I only said I'd transfer it within a week. Why are you in such a hurry?

Besides, it's not something I can control."

"Dial tone..."

And then the line went dead. Uncle Song sat there in stunned silence, tears streaming down his face as he clung to the doctor's legs, "Please, doctor, I'm begging you, have mercy and save my wife. We sold our house in Magic Capital to pay for the treatment. If something happens to her, what will our family do..."

Their exchange quickly drew the attention of other patients in the hallway.

Everyone felt pity for Uncle Song. In today's society, it's hard enough to save money for a family without illnesses and disasters, but with even a small issue, it's like a bottomless pit.

"Uncle, it's not that I don't want to save patients, but our hospital has rules. I'm just a low-level attending physician. If I break the rules, I'll have to cover all your debts. I have elders to care for and children to raise; I can't afford to take this risk…" the doctor explained, looking up at the ceiling, only able to sigh helplessly.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the crowd, Song Yun, who had just finished speaking with Mrs. Yuan and was planning to head home, overheard the conversation.

This voice sounds familiar... Song Yun wondered if it might be someone he knew and pushed his way to the front.

Seeing the chairman had been disturbed, the attending physician hurriedly knelt down next to Uncle Song and whispered in his ear, "Uncle, I'm begging you! Don't make this difficult for me. Our superiors are here, and if this continues, I'll be fired!"

When Uncle Song heard that a leader had arrived, he wondered if these wealthy people might show mercy, make an exception just this once upon seeing his miserable plight. He turned around while kneeling and cried out, "Leader, I'm begging you..."

"Big nephew?"

"Uncle?"

Facing the deeply weathered Uncle Song, Song Yun was filled with surprise.

Uncle Song remained kneeling, stunned. How had his nephew, Song Yun, become the leader of such a major hospital?

At that moment, a doctor hurried over to Song Yun and respectfully said, "Director Song, hello!"

Director Song? His elder nephew was a director here?

Oh, my God! If he had only known earlier, why would he have had to plead so desperately with these doctors?

Song Yun quickly helped Uncle Song up from the ground, not wanting to shorten his own life.

As he listened to the doctor repeat his aunt's condition, he comforted Uncle Song.

After hearing everything, Song Yun finally understood why his cousin had wanted to borrow money from him a few days ago. It was his fault for not asking more deeply about what had happened.

"This is my own uncle, my father's brother. Arrange the best hospital room for my aunt immediately, contact the hospital president and the chief of surgery for a consultation, and make sure to put your heart and soul into it!"

"Yes, Chairman, I will arrange the conference room right away for a full hospital consultation!"

The doctor hurried away.

Meanwhile, Uncle Song sat in a chair, still in a daze. His brain hadn't fully caught up yet; how could his nephew, who was just a fresh graduate a few years ago, have become a billionaire overnight?

Soon, doctors from all departments at Huachuang Private Hospital received the news. One after the other, clad in white coats and carrying notepads, they ran toward the conference room.

The rumble of hundreds of doctors running resonated so loudly that the entire building could hear it clearly.

Seeing the determined faces of these doctors, Uncle Song wondered if this was the convenience that power brought to a person.

Amidst his astonishment, Uncle Song felt a great deal of pride. After all, Song Yun was a member of the Song family. They wouldn't, like other relatives, shamelessly come asking for benefits upon seeing Song Yun's success. But now, if a family member were to fall ill, they wouldn't have to die in bed because they couldn't afford treatment!

First, Song Yun arranged for his Aunt to be admitted into a VIP room. When she learned that Song Yun was the Chairman of Huachuang Private Hospital, she was extremely surprised. However, she quickly grabbed Song Yun's hand and kept praising him. Naturally, Song Yun didn't think she was flattering him; after all, the Song family, even in poverty, had a straight and strong backbone!

These words were merely the pure joy of an elderly relative upon seeing a younger member of the family soar to great heights.

Once everything was in order, Song Yun invited Uncle Song to join the meeting.

In the conference room, the president sat at the first seat on the left-hand side. Seeing Song Yun bring Uncle Song, he quickly gave up his seat, letting Uncle Song sit there.

With everyone present, the full hospital consultation began!

The chief of surgery frowned deeply as he looked at the CT scan of Aunt's tumor.

Without exaggerating, the surgery was extremely high-risk due to the tumor's proximity to major arteries.

Moreover, according to Uncle Song's account, the tumor had grown by one centimeter in just a few days. Clearly, it was a malignant tumor. Delaying even a few more days would be detrimental, and even bringing in the most experienced surgeons in the world would be fruitless.

"Chairman, look here. The tumor is only about three centimeters away from the major artery. Given the progression of the disease, if we wait another day or two, it will fully adhere, making it impossible to separate it alone. Once we operate, there will inevitably be severe bleeding!"

"Hmm, everyone here is a professional. I won't involve myself with the surgery side of things. I only have one thing to say; I hope everyone will try their best to treat her. If you succeed, I'll give everyone a bonus. If not... I won't blame anyone.

I'll think of something else then."