Chapter 178, Qin Luo’s Difficulty Assistance Foundation!

Wang Zihao kept watching. He watched Qin Luo talk to the two patients, watched him take action to treat the disease, watched him let the old man jump, and then watched him mobilize students to raise funds----

He knew that he lost completely.

He is too far apart from medical skills or medical ethics

Far.

He saw the smiling faces of the students, and they were so proud and proud, as if they were the ones who cured the old man just now.

When they looked at Qin Luo, they were full of admiration, as if they were treating their crazy idols. Even the female students in the Western Medical College who had originally had a crush on them took out all their own when Qin Luo borrowed money.

Girls are passionate and easily empathetic. Now, they are obviously more interested in Qin Luo and no longer look at themselves.

He stood alone, like an optional person. No one looked at him more. They all surrounded Qin Luo, looked at him, wanted to hear him, and wanted to say something to him.

Wang Zihao glanced at Qin Luo in the crowd again, sighed heavily, and then turned around and left.

He left quietly and no one noticed it.

His figure is still tall, like a soldier, with his back straight. But in the howling cold wind, he still feels like he is desolate and fallen.

"I am just a joke." Wang Zihao thought to himself.

Qin Luo didn't know Wang Zihao's psychological thoughts, and he didn't even look at him.

He has an opponent, but definitely not Wang Zihao.

From beginning to end, the so-called challenges and competitions were just wishful thinking.

"Thank you for your help. Thank you." Qin Luo said with a smile.

He was surrounded by students, three layers inside and three layers outside, and was so crowded that he could not get through. At this time, he felt as fluttering as an idol star.

Yes. It's the idol.

A powerful person? Are you a powerful person? Your whole family is.

"Teacher Qin, why are you thanking us? You are the one who saved people." A student said with a smile.

"That's right. We should be the ones who say thank you. Teacher Qin, you taught us the most vivid lesson. We know what kind of doctor we should be in the future."

"Yes. We must follow Teacher Qin and in the future we must be a doctor like Teacher Qin who has both medical skills and medical ethics."

"I suggest that in order to thank Teacher Qin, we will bow to him collectively." A loud boy shouted.

"No, no, no. As a teacher, this is what I should do." Qin Luo waved his hand and refused.

However, the boy's words were supported by everyone. In other words, Qin Luo's behavior today was deeply rooted in people's hearts and loved by everyone.

They spontaneously lined up, and then after a boy who was heading bowed to Qin Luo ninety degrees, all the students present, including several teachers mixed in, bowed to Qin Luo together.

There were crowds standing at the entrance of the canteen. They were all hopes for the future of the medical community and the pride of heaven.

But now, in order to thank the teacher who brought them the most vivid lessons in their lives, they all lowered their noble heads.

Standing in Qin Luo's position, they were full of black heads. They were tall and short, big or small, some straight hair, some curly hair, and some bald heads----Qin Luo couldn't see them

But he knew that they must be very pious at this time.

The scene was quiet and the needles could be heard.

Qin Luo looked at them and said emotionally: "You are now students of medical schools, and most of them will become my colleagues in the future. Therefore, I would like to ask you to cherish our reputation and treat our patients well. Let the Bodhisattva

Universal, let medical ethics last forever.”

After saying that, Qin Luo also bowed deeply to the crowd.

The students applauded warmly, countless people's eyes were wet, and some people clapped their hands while crying.

They originally regarded studying medicine as a profession and as a promising job. Now, they have re-recognized the importance of studying medicine and have repositioned their future development path.

Qin Luo waved his hand, raised a handful of Chinese coins in his hand, and said, "Thank you for your enthusiastic donation. I know that it is the end of the year and everyone is not well-off. Now I will return the money to everyone.

Just now, come and collect as much as you send it. Don’t get a little, let alone a lot of it---I can’t do a loss business."

Everyone burst into laughter, but no one came up to collect the money.

"Wang Jiujiu, how much did you donate just now?" Qin Luo could only shout one by one.

"have no idea."

"You don't know your money?"

"Am I counting money to play when I'm fine?"

"This----Xiaohua, come and take your card back. It's true that it's the child of a rich family. If they donate money and cash, you donate a credit card directly. Are you not afraid of scaring people?"

"Teacher Qin, since I have donated it, I don't want this money." Xiaohua said.

"But they didn't ask for this money." Qin Luo said embarrassedly.

"Then you can keep it yourself."

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Qin Luo said with a embarrassed look: "I can't collect this money. Please take it back. Otherwise, you can find a way to solve it."

"Teacher Qin, why don't you donate it to a charity?"

"Yes. Donated to Jet Li's One Fund."

"Or why should we set up a foundation ourselves? In the future, when we meet people who have no money to treat the disease, we will use the foundation's money to help them treat the disease for free?" Wang Jiujiu looked at Qin Luo and said. This idea was pondering in her mind.

After a long time, when she saw the old man jumping, she thought of it.

When I think of many such elderly people, I feel extremely sore.

"Yes. I agree."

"This suggestion is good. I agree."

“If the money isn’t enough, I can donate some more.”

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Qin Luo signaled everyone to calm down and said, "Then let's do what Wang Jiujiu said. I personally donate another 5 million yuan, so we will use this money as the foundation's start-up capital to build a special purpose for patients who cannot afford to see a doctor.

Aid Foundation for Free Treatment.”

yeah!

Everyone applauded wildly, excited that they could participate in such a meaningful thing.

"Do you have so much money?" Wang Jiujiu asked quietly behind Qin Luo.

"Yes," Qin Luo said. Originally, he wanted to donate 10 million yuan, but that would inevitably shock the students, and even some media would be moved. This is not what Qin Luo wanted, so he donated first

Five million, and then gradually invest money in it.

"Teacher Qin, please give this foundation a name?" someone said.

"Teacher Qin donated the most money. Or is it called the Qinluo Foundation?"

"Agree. I agree."

"This is a good name."

"Teacher Qin, I love you."

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Qin Luo smiled bitterly and said, "Change a name. Why not call it Angel Aid Foundation? By the way, this idea was created by Wang Jiujiu. Let's call it Jiujiu Foundation?"

"Teacher Qin, don't postpone it anymore."

"That's it. Just call Qin Luo Aid Foundation."

Wang Jiujiu also said: "Teacher Qin, don't refuse anymore. This is everyone's wish. They like you and want to name it after you. From now on, as your fame becomes more and more popular, the people who like you become more and more

More, our foundation can also be known and supported by more people, and more people can help.”

Indeed, as Qin Luo's influence becomes increasingly greater in the future, the donations received by the fund club and the profitability of self-operation, the Qin Luo Difficulty Assistance Foundation has become the largest charitable organization in China and the third largest charitable organization in the world.

Behind the Red Cross and Bill Charity Foundation.

Qin Luo looked at her deeply, nodded, and said, "Okay. That's called Qin Luo Difficulty Assistance Foundation."

oh-----

The students applauded and cheered again, as if celebrating a great victory.

"These innocent children." Qin Luo also smiled.

"Students who donated just now, please leave your names here. You will be the first donors of the Qinluo Difficulty Aid Foundation." Wang Jiujiu stood on a chair and said loudly.

Hulala----

Countless students rushed over and left their names on the notebooks prepared by the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

It is possible that they will go down in history.

On the quiet campus path, there are only the whistling wind and the rustling sound of shoes stepping on the fallen leaves.
To be continued...