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Wen Zhong looked at the things in the drawer of the ward slightly, and changed back into his own clothes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info hinted that Wang Wei followed him closely, and then walked out of the ward with his nose pinched.

As soon as he went out, he bumped into a large group of reporters with camera equipment on their backs, and took random pictures of Wen Zhong, who had just gone out. The professionalism of the reporters is really high, and in such a stinky corridor, they can still stand up and interview Wen Zhong.

"Mr. Wenzhong, what do you think of the people you saved at noon?"

"They say it's my business, are you angry?"

"Will you go back to do good deeds in the future?"

"How did you get through the process of almost dying in a vegetative state?"

......

Wen Zhong, who was pinching his nose, couldn't open his mouth to speak, the stench of a mouth would be sucked into his lungs immediately, and it would be even more disgusting! Wen Zhong simply retreated into the room and invited the reporters with painful expressions into the room.

Wen Zhong waited for these reporters to enter the room, closed the door, opened the window to breathe, and then exhaled softly: "I'm sorry, it's too stinky, you reporters are too powerful, and your professionalism is really high." ”

Wen Zhong's sycophant instantly made many reporters happy, and everyone laughed. The atmosphere in the room also instantly became harmonious and less awkward.

"I'll answer your questions one by one, don't worry." Wen Zhong sat back on the bed, thought for a moment and began to say: "At that time, I didn't think too much about saving people, I just wanted to save a person if I could save a ......."

"If Mr. Wen, you know that the other party is such a person, will you save it?" A reporter asked a more pointed question: "Or, the other party is a person who does all kinds of evil, will you save it?" ”

"Yes." Wen Zhong didn't think at all, and replied directly: "Human fate is destined. ”

The reporters around him have recorded records, or pen and paper, and camera records.

"But ......," Wen Zhong smiled and paused deliberately.

Many reporters immediately pricked up their ears, concentrated their energies, and aimed their equipment at Wenzhong.

"Good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil. It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come. When the time comes, they will all be reimbursed. Wen Zhong smiled shyly and continued: "People are doing it, and the sky is watching." If you come out to mix, you will have to pay it back sooner or later! ”

Many reporters know the meaning of these words very well in their hearts, but many have not encountered them.

After Wen Zhong finished speaking, he smiled weirdly at the camera, and then waved his hand to signal that he was leaving: "I'm going to go through the discharge procedures, don't follow me." ”

Many reporters laughed.

"Mr. Wenzhong, may I ask what you will do with the balance of the donations made by the general public?" A female reporter hurriedly grabbed Wen Zhong and asked the question she wanted to ask the most.

"I will donate to Hope Primary School, or help some patients in need, and I hope that the media can witness that it is not because of someone's about me that can block my own way!" Wen Zhong didn't have the slightest hint of it, because he didn't have any greed or malice in his heart for these money that didn't belong to him.

Not to mention the general public to help their own medical funds!

"Ding, start the good and evil side quest."

"The system triggers the good and evil side quest: distribute the remaining funds reasonably and help those who need it more!"

"Mission Duration: While in the hospital."

"Do you accept it?"

Wen Zhong realized that this system task was a self-selected task, and it was the first time he encountered a task that could make a choice, and it was not a direct and mandatory task.

And there was no hint of whether there was a reward or how many people to help, Wen Zhong thought about it for a while and accepted the task.

"Accept the task."

"Ding, the host accepts the good and evil side quest: distribute the remaining charity funds reasonably and help those who need it more! Failure of the mission will deduct one year of longevity, and the mystery item will be rewarded successfully. ”

"Mission Duration: While in the hospital."

Wen Zhong's facial muscles twitched, although this punishment was not as terrifying as erasure, but what the hell was the failure to deduct Yangshou? Do you want to be so ruthless?

Who dares to stop labor and management from doing good deeds, let Lao Tzu lose his longevity, and labor and management will not let you go for the rest of your life!

Wen Zhong was aggressive, and went through the discharge procedures smoothly, and also got his own mobile phone and wallet.

During the process of going through the formalities in the hospital, Wen Zhong saw many fierce and vicious ghosts, and they all wanted to eat Wang Wei's little ghost. But if you want to get close, you have to get close to Wen Zhong, and many evil ghosts are afraid of the yang energy on Wen Zhong's body, but they protect the soul of the weak Wang Wei.

Rao is like this, Wen Zhong, who has opened the eyes of heaven, is also frightened, there are so many evil ghosts in a hospital, it is really yin and monstrous, and he secretly thinks that he will have the opportunity to come to this hospital to clean up here in the future.

Accompanied by many media, Wen Zhong successfully received his own public donations, but he didn't expect that in just a few hours, the donations in this account have been close to 100,000, and some people continue to send money to this account.

It seems that the sentence about my has indeed stimulated many almighty netizens.

Wen Zhong was also very moved in his heart!

He already has the whereabouts of this money in his heart, that is, to help Wang Wei's family. If there's money left, it's to look for patients in need at the hospital.

"Hello everyone, this is the live broadcast of xx TV, now the rescuer Mr. Wen has woken up, after he receives this donation, where will he go, we will follow the live broadcast report, please don't go away."

"Kind Mr. Wen, how will the money be distributed?"

"The spread of love has a long history."

......

Wen Zhong smiled, took out the money, held such a large stack of money in his hand, and said to the camera: "Thank you for your help, I am now healed, thank you." I hope that you will not send money or donate money to my account, as for the rest of the money, I will relay the donation to those who need it more, and I hope you will witness for me. ”

Wen Zhong said, then walked towards the elevator of the hospital, walked into the elevator, pressed the button on the first floor, many reporters were puzzled, but they did not say anything.

The elevator started, accompanied by a slight weightlessness, Wen Zhong said slowly: "I'll tell you a story." ”

The light poles in the elevator suddenly creaked, and the lights flickered. Many reporters scolded in their hearts, why didn't Wen Zhong go to the basement of the hospital, which is a morgue, what are you doing there?

If you want to die, you have to tell a story!

With the strange sound of the elevator, the elevator suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of breathing became much softer. Everyone held their breath in the bottom of their hearts, and they aimed their equipment at Wen Zhong.

"Before I was hospitalized, there was a little boy in bed No. 3 of the ward where I used to sleep, and he had a pair of bright big eyes and was deeply loved by people."

"He used to be so happy, he loved to learn, he loved life. It's his parents' little baby, and it's also the good baby of the teachers. ”

"Suddenly one day, he fainted and bled ......."

Bite!

The elevator door opened, Wen Zhong didn't say any more, and slowly walked out of the elevator, there were almost no people in the morgue on the basement floor of the hospital, there were two rows of seats at the entrance, and the entrance was flashing with blazing incandescent lights.

A man and a woman were sitting on the seats, snuggling up to each other, comforting each other, and crying bitterly.

Wen Zhong slowly approached the pair of middle-aged men and women, and continued to say slowly: "Later, this child became blind. ”

"He came to this hospital and was treated for nearly a month, but he has not found out what the cause is." Wen Zhong slowly squatted beside the middle-aged man and woman and knelt half-down, and gently put some of the cash in his hand into their arms: "For more than a month, I was misdiagnosed as an eye disease, and I went to take those expensive but ineffective medicines." ”

The middle-aged man and woman were slightly surprised, looking at the large bundle of banknotes in their arms, at Wen Zhong, and at the many reporters who followed Wen Zhong behind him, and wondered.

"How irresponsible this must be, delaying a child's youth and losing a fresh life. This child's name is Wang Wei, and he is not an eye disease, but an advanced brain tumor. ”

"We can't take this money." The middle-aged man and woman's voice was slightly quieter, but they could already hear it clearly, and the young man in front of him was talking about their son.

Wang Wei's soul, who had been following on the side, cried loudly, 'Mom and Dad', but even if he shouted in his throat, they couldn't hear it. He knew he was dead, he knew he wanted to hug his parents, but he couldn't.

He knew very well in his heart that the eldest brother Wenzhong in front of him was seeking justice for him and asking for an explanation.

Wen Zhong stood up angrily, turned to the camera and continued: "It is precisely because of the quack's wanton diagnosis and the quack's nonsense that Wang Wei's real treatment time has been delayed. Wang Wei's parents spent hundreds of thousands of dollars and sold all their family property, but what they got was the news of their child's death! ”

"Just this morning, an innocent child died." Wen Zhong stretched out his hand and pointed to the door of the morgue on the side, and said angrily: "Now, Wang Wei's parents can't even afford to pay for the morgue, and the child's body can't be taken out. ”

"Do you say, are you angry?"

Many reporters understood what Wen Zhong meant, and they couldn't help but clench their fists.

They shouted:

"Help!"

"Anger!"

Including the audience in the live broadcast program, they all know very well what Wen Zhong meant. Many people have begun to use their mobile phones to record and forward, and the official blog of this hospital, and many people have come to the official website of this hospital and began to question the real cause of Wang Wei's death.

For a while, there were heated discussions on the Internet and in the media.

"If it weren't for Wang Wei's child dreaming of me, I really wouldn't have known that there was such a miserable thing in the world." Wen Zhong smiled miserably, he made up the dream, and at present, he is shaking this matter out while the reporter is interviewing him.

Wang Wei's parents had a large bundle of money in their hands and kept wanting to hand it back to Wen Zhong, but Wen Zhong never answered: "Sir, we can't take this money, we just want to get back the child's body and give it to him...... Send him home....... Woowoo woo ......."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't stop crying.