He considered expanding, but it was not easy, and he basically invested all his life's possessions.

But the monthly money needed is still very large, because these children, who are already seriously ill, cost a lot of money for each of them, and sometimes despite the investment of a lot of money, it still does not save some of their lives.

Fortunately, Ji Mo and his wife donate a large amount of money to his institution every year, and with his reputation, he can also attract some rich donations.

But as more and more children move in and the cost snowballs, this amount is not enough.

"Doctor, would you like to consider suspending the reception of other sick children, after all, the capacity of the hospital is also limited."

The old dean, who was usually in charge of management, couldn't help but persuade, he looked at Dr. K, faintly revealing pity.

"Doctor, you've done a good job and you've done enough. However, no matter how hard you try, you will not be able to save all the sick children in the world. You shouldn't blame yourself too much and put so much pressure on yourself. ”

Some people do good deeds to gain fame, and some people do it out of kindness, but he feels that Dr. K Jr. is different from other philanthropists.

Those philanthropists generally take out some of their own money and do their best.

But Dr. K, instead of doing his best, is desperately beyond his personal limits and puts all his possessions into it, but he still feels that he can't do enough.

In fact, he did a better job than any philanthropist, but he still seemed to be very self-reproachful and guilty.

Alas, when he first came into contact, he felt like a cynical and rather unsympathetic man, but he didn't expect him to secretly do his best to save those children who had been abandoned by fate since birth.

Dr. K didn't say anything about the dean's advice, just picked up a stack of twenty children's lists on his desk and handed it to him.

The dean smiled bitterly, already understanding his decision, and his advice was in vain.

"Go and contact the parents of these 20 children, arrange air tickets for them, and send the children over."

Dean: "I understand, but there aren't enough beds anymore. ”

"Then add a bed."

The dean nodded and left the office.

Dr. K sat down expressionlessly, but his turquoise eyes fell on another thick stack of letters for help on the table, and the twenty people he had just picked out were the ones who were the sickest and in need of treatment.

But there are still many children waiting for help......

He rubbed his temples weakly, feeling very uncomfortable inside.

He could not ignore these letters, and ignore the little beings who longed for him to reach out and help them live, because if he did not reach out, they would die.

He used to be so indifferent to life, in the g-shiyàn room, indifferent to watch those babies die in agony, and his conscience was extinguished.

The real yàn room founded by his father, Dr. K, in order to create a real yàn body of genius, madly mutilated thousands of babies, which is a blood debt that can never be forgiven.

My father died in the final explosion, but he survived, full of sin and despair.

"......" Dr. K covered his face with his hands in pain, and cold tears overflowed from between his white fingers and fell to the ground silently.

In the end, he did not choose to commit suicide, but chose to live because he was not qualified to die!

He has two unshirkable responsibilities, one is to cure Ling Kong's ruined body that has been injected with many illegal drugs for many years, and the other is to repay the blood debt of the G's real room and save some small lives as much as possible.

"Little Dr. K?" A surprised woman's voice came from the doorway.