Chapter 513: Five hundred and twelve, register
The little girl nodded her head. Her grandfather had said that a Divine Doctor from Korea might be able to cure her. Although she knew it was unlikely, she really wanted to hear various sounds like other children, the chirping of birds, the flow of springs, singing, laughter…
“Sir, we’re about half an hour away from the venue,” the driver said, turning his head. He had no other options right now; given the traffic situation, it was uncertain when they would reach the venue.
The old man nodded his head, pushed open the car door, “Just take your ti, we’ll go ahead.” The Huaxia dical Team was only treating a hundred patients, and he was worried they wouldn’t make it in ti.
“But what about your safety?” the driver asked, concerned. This was a significant figure; if sothing happened to him, all of Korea would be shaken.
The old man shook his head, exited the car with the little girl, and closed the door behind them.
The organizers had already prepared a free clinic table for the Huaxia dical Team, and journalists from the Korean TV station had set up their caras, just waiting for the patients to arrive.
In just over a dozen minutes, hundreds had registered. However, minor ailnts like colds and sprains were not included, and as a result, many patients who did not et the treatnt criteria were eliminated.
The old man and his granddaughter approached the registration desk, and many people, upon seeing the old man, cleared a path for him.
The old man nodded at the crowd and approached the desk, “Are there any quotas left?” He did not wish to pull rank but his granddaughter’s future was at stake. Although she was deaf and mute, she was dearly loved by him. Otherwise, he would not have personally accompanied her here.
The registration clerk looked up and was stunned for a mont upon seeing the old man, “Mr. President!” Even the President had co.
“There is… one spot left,” the clerk ca back to his senses and quickly nodded.
“May I register?” the old man inquired.
“Of course, what ailnt does Mr. President wish to treat?” the clerk asked respectfully.
“My granddaughter is deaf,” the old man said, looking at the little girl beside him. Seeing the longing in her eyes, he patted her shoulder reassuringly, “It will be alright.” He had t the woman Han Jinhe liked, who had such a serious illness that the Huaxia dical Team had been able to cure; perhaps his granddaughter’s ears also had a chance.
“Alright,” said the clerk, noting down the little girl’s condition in the register.
The news of the President’s arrival quickly spread throughout the venue. Upon hearing the news, Han Zaiye made his way to the old man and the little girl, bowing to the old man, “Mr. President!” His status in Korea might not have been low, but the proper respect due to the President was still a must.
The old man waved his hand dismissively, “No need for such formalities; I’m just a relative of a patient right now.” Han Zaiye had also treated ng’er, but being born deaf, there was nothing he could do.
Han Zaiye smiled, “Mr. President, let introduce soone to you, she might have a way to cure Miss ng’er.”
“Are you talking about Doctor Song?” the old man imdiately guessed who Han Zaiye was referring to.
“Yes,” Han Zaiye affird with a smile and led the way.
Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen were chatting on the sidelines, occasionally glancing at the Huaxia dical Team conducting the free clinic, and seeing them skillfully treating patients, Song Yan Ning smiled. The Huaxia dical Team was indeed strong.
“Doctor Song! Excuse us for interrupting!” Han Zaiye said as he brought the old man and the little girl over to where Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen were.
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