Ninety school bully's little sweet wife

If it wasn't for them, what she was holding now would be the ashes of her own daughter!

Lin Zhiyun wanted to stop it, but was firmly pushed away by Duan Yuehua. For her, thousands of words could not express her gratitude to these four people!She kowtowed to them a few times, and she felt better.

Lin Zhiyun also wanted to stand up from the wheelchair, but was pushed down by Deputy Director Dai, "You are inconvenient, don't force it."

There were still steel nails on Lin Zhiyun's leg that hadn't been removed, how could Deputy Director Dai force her to stand up and hurt her leg again!

Zhang Quan's mother hurriedly helped Duan Yuehua up, with tears in her cloudy eyes, and trembling lips, "It's not your fault, he is a soldier, and the purpose of being a soldier is to serve the country and save people. Understand……"

Duan Yuehua also thought despicably in her heart, if their family members were more selfish, because of the death of their relatives, they would hate them, dislike them, and even seek revenge...

She has made plans for all kinds of situations, and she is willing to do everything she can to repay this favor!

She was afraid of a kind and simple person like Zhang Quan's mother. She really didn't know how to make up for this kind of person. She couldn't do anything to satisfy a mother who had lost her child.

Lin Zhiyun returned Zhang Quan's ashes to Zhang Quan's mother with her own hands. Zhang Quan's mother took the urn with trembling hands, held it in her arms, and pressed her face against the cold urn, tears burst out, "Quan cub... ...Mother's son!"

The heart-piercing cry made everyone present shed tears.

Chen Qiang was also born in the countryside. His father was a martyr. He secretly joined the army behind his family's back, because he grew up listening to his father's affairs, and the person he admired most was his father.

Chen Qiang's mother lost her husband in the early years, and she took care of Chen Qiang's brothers alone, and now the white-haired man sends the black-haired man, and the sadness can be imagined.

Wang Fuan is the oldest, the only one among the four who is married. He has a daughter who has just entered nursery school. His wife is overwhelmed with grief and refuses to face it. .

The last one is Zhao Shuan's family. Both his parents died of illness, and only he and his grandfather are left to depend on each other. Because the family is too poor, he has practiced bone shrinking skills with his grandfather since he was a child. If he hadn't been a soldier, he might have been a juggler. A craftsman for a living.

After Zhao Shuan learned about Zhao Shuan's accident, Grandpa Zhao fell ill and recuperated for more than half a month. He originally wanted to send Zhao Shuan back, but Grandpa Zhao insisted on coming over in person to see the person his grandson saved his life for.

As soon as Grandpa Zhao arrived in Kyoto, he was sent to the hospital due to physical reasons, and he is still in the hospital now.

Duan Yuehua pushed Lin Zhiyun's wheelchair, and Lin Zhiyun held Zhao Shuan's ashes.

In the ward, Mr. Zhao was lying on the hospital bed, his body was thin, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were clouded with pain and despair, and he could not see any vitality.

Lin Zhiyun stopped at the door of the ward, a little afraid to face the old man inside, she couldn't imagine how painful and desperate this old man would be if he lost his dependent grandson,

She didn't even dare to try this kind of empathy, didn't dare to look into the old man's eyes, and didn't dare to face the old man's tears.

Lin Zhiyun stopped at the door for a long time, Mr. Zhao was immersed in his own thoughts, and did not notice their arrival.

Duan Yuehua didn't dare to say anything, it was the nurse who came to find them.

"My Shuanzi is back?" Grandpa Zhao's gaze fell on the urn in Lin Zhiyun's arms, his breathing was pounding his chest, he tried his best to suppress it, and he didn't get off the hospital bed immediately.

Lin Zhiyun held Zhao Shuan's ashes to the old man with both hands.

At this moment, Lin Zhiyun couldn't say a word, any words seemed hypocritical and pale in front of the bereaved family members.

Grandpa Zhao obviously didn't care about Lin Zhiyun's mother and daughter's silence. He carefully held his grandson's ashes, fondled them cherishingly, and tears fell drop by drop from his cloudy eyes.

Time passed minute by minute, and after half an hour, Grandpa Zhao came back to his senses.

"Son, do they say that BNCT was developed by you?" Grandpa Zhao asked, wiping away tears.

"I developed it." Lin Zhiyun quickly replied.

"Can stomach cancer be cured?" Grandpa Zhao asked, moving his mouth.

"Yes, there is a [-]% cure rate."

"Can lung cancer be cured?" Grandpa Zhao had tears in his eyes.

"Yes, if I come to treat it myself, it will increase the cure rate by [-] to [-] percent." Lin Zhiyun thought that some relative of the old man was sick, so she planned to treat someone personally.

"How much does it cost to cure this disease?" Grandpa Zhao asked softly.

"If there is medical insurance, it doesn't cost much, maybe thousands of dollars." Lin Zhiyun suddenly remembered that there seemed to be no one else in the Zhao family.

Grandpa Zhao didn't know that only western medicine was reimbursed in the medical insurance, not traditional Chinese medicine.

And Lin Zhiyun didn't mean to fool Mr. Zhao by saying that.

She wants to promote BNCT in China, and she hopes that domestic policies will support medical insurance in favor of traditional Chinese medicine. Chinese medicine has fewer side effects and better curative effect. Why can't she choose Chinese medicine?

Judging from the current international situation, Chinese medicine companies can develop rapidly and go global only if they have a huge domestic market.

"Good! Good!" Grandpa Zhao burst into tears happily.

"Both Shuanzi's parents died of cancer, and the family's money was exhausted, but it was still not enough. In the end, they could only rely on painkillers to survive and suffer for a day. If only there was BNCT at that time... "Grandpa Zhao said regretfully.

"Grandpa Zhao, our country will develop better and better in the future, and ordinary people can still afford medical treatment and medicine if they are seriously ill!" Lin Zhiyun will go on firmly for this goal!
"You are a good boy, Shuanzi is also a good boy, you are all good boys..." Grandpa Zhao's voice weakened, "Son, let someone send me home with... Shuanzi! I will pick up Shuanzi son... go home..."

Duan Yuehua realized that something was wrong, so she pushed Lin Zhiyun, "Zhiyun..."

Lin Zhiyun raised her face, her face was already covered with tears, the old man's heart was ashamed, and he had long wished to die. She could cure illnesses, but not fatalities.

Only then did Duan Yuehua understand, her grief arose from her heart, and her tears couldn't stop falling down anymore!

Mr. Zhao died of illness in the capital, Minister Shen rejected Lin Zhiyun's request to personally send their grandpa and grandson back.

Who knows if there are some people lurking in the country who want to be unfavorable to Lin Zhiyun?

If something happened to Lin Zhiyun in the country, wouldn't Zhang Quan and the others die in vain?
As for the others, people were also arranged to escort them back, and the ashes of Zhang Quan and the others were placed in the local martyrs cemetery.

In terms of pensions, Lin Zhiyun also made some arrangements. For the grandchildren of the Zhao family who had no relatives, Lin Zhiyun entrusted people to build roads and build schools for the Zhao family's hometown, all in the name of Zhao Shuan.

After this matter was resolved, Lin Zhiyun began to promote BNCT in China. With the support of national policies, the process went smoothly.

Time passed bit by bit, from one call a day to once a few days, Lin Zhiyun and Wei Mian hadn't seen each other for more than two months.

"Shi Lei, how is she today?" Shen Xiangnan asked Niu Shilei quietly after coming over.

"The condition of several cancer patients in the hospital improved yesterday, and Master is in a good mood." Niu Shilei no longer needs to use a wheelchair.

Shen Xiangnan is also an intern at Jingdu Hospital, and has been paying attention to the situation of those cancer patients. Hearing this, he couldn't help showing a little smile. Once he succeeds in China, let those bastards abroad regret it!
In the future, if they want to get medical treatment, they have to go to their country!
"You have something to do with Master?" Niu Shilei asked in surprise.

Shen Xiangnan calmed down a bit, nodded, "It's still a big deal."

Seeing his serious expression, Niu Shilei asked, "What happened?"