Rebirth of the fighting nation's rich second generation

Capitalists are devils who eat people without spitting out their bones, even Vladimir is like this. He can recklessly cause civil strife in the Philippines for his own interests, wantonly destroy the ecological environment of the Philippines, and even make his half-brother His brother successfully committed suicide.

But this time Vladimir became more tender, especially when Cheryl showed him a photo of Pete's daughter who was under six years old. The girl in the photo had beautiful eyes and curly blonde hair. , looks as cute as a Barbie doll.

To him, treating the little girl's leukemia is nothing more than a word, and even the hundreds of thousands of dollars in treatment costs are nothing more than a casual payment for the hard work of his subordinates in his eyes.

Vladimir actually had another purpose in helping Pete, a purpose hidden in his heart.

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Right now, Pete is worrying about the high cost of treatment at Christie Hospital.

It is true that his income is not low, but in the past few years to treat his daughter, he has hardly saved a penny. This time, his daughter was sent directly to the intensive care unit. The doctor told him that the cost of treatment this time A conservative estimate is around $50.

$50, this figure is like a mountain that Pete can't breathe.

He really wanted to call his ex-wife and tell her that he couldn't afford the exorbitant cost of treating Leukemia for little Krina and needed her to help bear part of it.

He just opened the screen of the phone, but suddenly he thought of the cold-blooded and ruthless ex-wife. In order to go with the rich, she resolutely ignored her young daughter, so Pete simply put the phone in again. inside the pocket.

No, I wouldn't call her anyway.

Pete kept telling himself in his heart that he knew that the call was made, and the possibility that his ex-wife would actually give money to Kleina for treatment was very slim. She also started a new family and had three children. Rich people, for her, children are just numbers.

Pete let out a long breath and scratched his head vigorously. His mind began to recall what the boss of the black community told him.

The line goes like this, "Come to me any time you need money, Pete."

Pete really needs the money right now.

He also knows that the black boss will not give generously, and he needs Pete to serve him and help him escape legal sanctions.

Pete was very painful, he was making a choice between morality and family affection.

Right now, he can only choose one.

Even if you are unlucky, you can't choose one.

Just when Pete was in great pain, the door of the ward opened suddenly, and the doctor came out.

He also woke up suddenly from the chair in the corridor.

"Doctor, how is Kina?" Pete hurried forward and asked.

The doctor forced a smile: "Mr. Pete, she is still in a coma. Have you paid your hospitalization fee and follow-up treatment?"

"I'll pay it in two days." Pete said awkwardly and painfully.

The doctor said: "Hurry up, the bone marrow transplantation is also waiting in line now. If the delay is longer, the treatment costs will be higher, and it will be worse for her condition."

Pete nodded and said impatiently, "Doctor, can I go in and see her?"

The doctor shook his head: "No, you can only look through the glass, you must not go in, it is a sterile ward, I hope you can understand."

"Well, I know." Pete nodded.

Through the transparent and clean glass of the door and window, Pete looked at Kelina on the bed motionlessly.

I saw the lovely Krina with her eyes closed in pain, and all kinds of tubes were inserted into her body.

Thinking of the pain the child endured, Pete couldn't help but shed tears instantly.

He was in so much pain that Cheryl called him several times and he didn't hear.

Finally, after some intense inner struggle, Pete decided to cooperate with the black boss.

At worst, if the incident is revealed, he will go to prison for several years.

When he took out his mobile phone, he was surprised to find that Cheryl had called him several times in succession.

Could it be that something happened at the police station?

Pete quickly called Cheryl back.

"Peter, are you still in Christie Hospital?" Cheryl's tone sounded a little anxious.

"Yes, Officer Cheryl, what happened to the police station?"

"No, you just stay in the hospital and don't leave, I'll be right there."

"What's the matter?" Pete couldn't help asking.

"You'll find out later." After finishing speaking, Cheryl hung up the phone, and after turning a corner, she kicked the accelerator, and the car flew towards the hospital.

When Cheryl met Pete, she informed him of Wellington Hospital's decision to admit Krina.

When Pete heard it, he was stunned immediately, and he couldn't even believe his ears.

"Caring entrepreneurs helped to get it done. This is their charity event." Seeing the expression on Peter's face, Cheryl was both excited and surprised, and couldn't help explaining again.

"Who? Can you tell me? Officer Cheryl."

"Peter, don't be naughty, hurry up and go through the hospital transfer procedures, and I'll tell you later, besides, if public welfare activities are made public, can they still be called public welfare activities?"

Pete nodded subconsciously. He knew that the beautiful and generous Cheryl was the public welfare spokesperson of the police station, so she also had a lot of public welfare resources in her hands. He did not expect that this time he was lucky enough to catch up.

The ambulance of Wellington Hospital had been waiting downstairs for a long time. After Klina was taken into the ambulance, the ambulance immediately turned on the alarm and drove towards Wellington Hospital.

That evening, Wellington Hospital's top medical professors organized a collective consultation on Krina's condition. According to the results of the consultation, they planned to operate on her five days later.

As a guardian, Pete needs to sign the surgery informed letter.

When signing, Pete could clearly feel his arms shaking.

"Sorry, professor, can it really be cured this time?"

The professor smiled slightly, pointed to the door number on the side and said confidently: "Mr. Pete, let me tell you this, if we all can't be treated well, there is no second hospital in the world that can treat us well."

Pete also looked at the house number.

"Global Hematology Biology Laboratory."

Wellington Hospital is definitely the best hospital in the world in the treatment of blood diseases.

He didn't need any doubts, he just had to wait for the result after five days.

The professor with a relaxed face came out of the operating room and told him that the operation was a success, and he only needs to be treated in the hospital for half a month before Kelina can be discharged from the hospital, and then follow the doctor's order to arrange regular reexamination.

Pete burst into tears with excitement. He crossed himself on his chest, silently thanking God for his help from the bottom of his heart.