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Here.
As the news that Fang Qiu was seeing patients in the Chinese Medical Center spread in a small area, the local media soon received the news.
Fang Qiu, who had just cured Morse's foot injury, was definitely one of the hottest topics at the moment.
Therefore.
After receiving the news, the local media immediately rushed to the medical center.
When they arrived, the patients waiting in line to see a doctor in the Chinese Medical Center had already lined up outside the door. As soon as the media reporters got out of the car, they immediately approached with cameras, quickly took a few photos of Fang Qiu seeing patients, and immediately sent them back to the company.
They received the photos.
The media immediately began to report and exposed it on major social networks!
The media reports spread much faster than the communication between people.
This was not.
As soon as the report came out, it was seen and shared by many people. People who lived in the Huasheng Special District had long been full of curiosity about this Huaxia doctor named Fang Qiu. When they saw that Fang Qiu was seeing patients in the Chinese Medical Center, everyone immediately rushed over. Those who wanted to see a doctor waited to see a doctor. Those who were not sick also wanted to have a good look. What did this Huaxia doctor with magical medical skills look like?
For a time, countless people rushed to the Chinese Medical Center in Chinatown!
At the same time.
"Boss, there's news about Fang Qiu."
In a lengthened, particularly luxurious car, in a room-like space, a middle-aged man with sparse white hair, wearing a very ordinary shirt and trousers, was sitting on the sofa, with a laptop on his lap, his hands typing quickly on the keyboard.
Beside him was a young, clean-looking blond young man.
"What news?"
The middle-aged man, who was called boss by the young man, asked without raising his head.
"There are media news reports in the Huasheng Special District that Fang Qiu is now seeing patients in the Chinese Medical Center in Chinatown."
The young man looked at the notebook in his hand and continued, "The people you found who might be able to contact Fang Qiu haven't replied yet. And looking at the current situation of the queue in the Chinese Medical Center, those people you found should not be able to help you contact Fang Qiu in the next few days."
"What else have I done today?"
The middle-aged man stopped and raised his head to look at the young man.
"Nothing special. Apart from some routine inspections, there's a media conference and a special lecture at Brooklyn University."
The young man said.
"How far are we from the Washington -Washington District?"
The middle-aged man asked.
"It's an hour away."
The young man replied.
"Cancel all of today's meetings. Call Brooklyn University and postpone the speech for two days."
The middle-aged man said.
"Then, should we change our route to the Washington Washington District now?"
The young man asked.
"Go."
The middle-aged man took off his glasses, turned off his laptop, and then let out a long sigh. He fell back weakly, leaned against the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes tightly.
…
Chinatown, Chinese Medical Center.
With the media report, the door of the Chinese Medical Center was surrounded by people in just an hour. It even affected the traffic and attracted the police.
Even so, there were still people coming to watch.
At this moment.
"Squeak —"
A slight and imperceptible braking sound was heard.
An extremely luxurious extended version of a famous car stopped in front of the Chinese Medical Center. The people crowded around gave way. Then a middle-aged man in plain clothes, which even surprised people, got out of the car.
This middle-aged man would be regarded as a very ordinary middle-aged man in any street.
However.
When he got out of the car, people around him looked at him, but they didn't look at him as if they were looking at an ordinary person. Instead, they held their heads in disbelief with their eyes shining.
"Smith, it's Smith?"
"My God, it's Smith?"
"Nathan Smith?"
Seeing this middle-aged man, countless people were shocked.
Nathan Smith was almost a household name in the technology industry in the United States. The reason why he was so well-known was that, in addition to the products of his technology company covering the entire United States, the most important thing was that he was particularly kind and nice.
It was not an exaggeration to say that he was loved by many people. Almost everyone would call him Smith very affectionately. No one would call him by his first name, but by his last name instead.
However, it was also because of this that, in addition to researching new products, being responsible for the company's research and development, and various affairs of the company, Smith would often accept some meaningful invitations to get close to the public, which led to his very tight time. Usually, he would not be there in person if it was not very important.
Unexpectedly.
Today, he actually came to the Chinese Medical Center in person.
What was he doing here?
Was he here to see a doctor or because of Fang Qiu's medical skills?
Countless people stared at Smith.
Smith, who had long been used to this kind of scene, faded away the fatigue on his face, smiled and greeted this large group of people, and then walked towards the medical center.
As a result.
As soon as he entered, almost all the foreigners in the line made way for him!
Fang Qiu, who was seeing patients, also felt strange.
Why did these patients give up their seats for this person?
Was it simply because of this person's identity?
No.
The United States was a very liberal and democratic country. In terms of personal rights and interests, even if they had no money, they would never give in.
In doubt.
Fang Qiu had just finished seeing a patient and was about to get up to ask.
Smith had already walked in front of Fang Qiu.
"Hello, Dr. Fang Qiu, I'm Nathan Smith."
Smith reached out to Fang Qiu and said, "I wonder if I can borrow some of your time to talk?"
Fang Qiu shook his head.
"Go ahead, we can wait."
A few patients from the United States spoke up.
As soon as he said that.
The others also nodded in agreement.
Seeing this.
Fang Qiu was even more curious. What the hell was going on?
"All right then."
After thinking about it, since these patients were not in a hurry, Fang Qiu naturally did not need to be in a hurry. He immediately turned to look at Director Hua Xiuyuan.
"Go to my office."
Hua Xiuyuan said, "Here, let Wang Sheng see the patients first."
"All right."
Fang Qiu nodded.
Led by Hua Xiuyuan, he came to the director's office with Smith.
"Mr. Smith, what can I do for you?"
Fang Qiu asked as he sat down at the tea table.
"Yes."
Smith nodded and said, "I want you to check my body."
"This is the reason why the patients outside gave up their seats to you?"
Fang Qiu asked curiously.
"Maybe."
Smith smiled and said, "Some media and some people who pay attention to me know that I have a serious illness, but not everyone knows. I think in addition to those who know that I am sick, the others should just be because of my identity."
"You are very honest."
Fang Qiu smiled and asked, "What illness do you have?"
"A terminal illness!"
Smith said without panic, "I heard that in the past two years, you have cured many terminal patients in Huaxia. I could have gone to you as soon as I found out about the illness. I also heard that you paid 18 million dollars for the treatment. I could even give you three or even five times the price. But since I found out, my research and development happened to be at a critical point, so I haven't been looking for you during this period. Recently, after the research and development, I heard that you came to the United States, so I specially came to ask you for help. Money is not a problem."
Hearing this.
Fang Qiu shook his head and said, "Not today."
"Is there any reason?"
Smith asked.
"There are too many patients coming to see me today."
Fang Qiu said, "Although your illness is serious, it seems that it has not caused a very serious impact on your body, so I can't leave so many patients alone and come to treat you."
"I understand."
Smith nodded, not surprised at all.
"How about this."
Fang Qiu thought for a moment and said, "Come tomorrow morning. I will show you then."
"Okay."
Smith immediately nodded and said directly, "I will come on time tomorrow."
…
Outside.
Seeing Smith and Fang Qiu walk into the room, the media immediately began to report.
"Smith is terminally ill. He personally entered the Chinese Medical Center to have a secret talk with Fang Qiu and invited the Huaxia doctor Fang Qiu to treat him?"
"After curing Morse, Smith came. The Huaxia doctor Fang Qiu is going to treat Smith?"
For a moment.
The news began to spread everywhere on the Internet.
Although it was all speculation, it was well spread. After all, many people knew that Smith had a terminal illness. In the case of a terminal illness, he personally went to see Fang Qiu. What else could it be if it was not asking for treatment?
However.
Just when the news broke out.
Another piece of news broke out.
"The Huaxia doctor will donate all the one million US dollars he earned from Morse to the Red Cross!"
"One million US dollars, all donated!"
Donation?
And it was to the Red Cross. He donated all the money he earned?
Fang Qiu's action undoubtedly shocked all the American netizens.
When the netizens were envious that he only used one day to earn one million US dollars, he actually donated all the money. This made the netizens dumbfounded!
However.
While dumbfounded, the Americans finally had a good impression of Fang Qiu.
And with the appearance of the relay of these two news.
The stock price of Smith's technology company actually rose miraculously.
Originally.
After Smith suffered from a terminal illness, the stock price of his technology company stopped rising. Although it did not fall, it could only stabilize at a point, neither rising nor losing money.
Unexpectedly.
As the news that Smith went to see Fang Qiu for treatment spread, the stock price of his technology company actually began to rise!
It could be seen from this.
The American people seemed to have begun to accept Fang Qiu's magical medical skills. They seemed to have begun to think that Fang Qiu would be able to cure any disease.
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