Du Jie did not continue after saying this.

Rao Liang's heart sank to the bottom, and none of these things were easy to find.

Mrs. Rao was anxious and said sadly: "Mr. Du is merciful, save my daughter..." She bent her knees and was about to kneel down for Du Jie.

Du Jie's powerful spiritual power wave directly controlled her legs, making her unable to kneel down at all. At the same time, he said, "No need to be polite, no need to worry. If you don't find a complete range of medicinal materials tomorrow, I just need to perform acupuncture on Miss Rao once more, and continue her life for twenty-four hours."

Rao Liang and his wife and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

If Rao Qingqing could only survive for twenty-four hours, it would be too cruel.

Rao Liang and his wife were full of gratitude. They knew that every time Du Jie treated his daughter, he would feel like he had a serious illness and was exhausted. This kind of kindness must be repaid well.

Rao Liang said to Du Jie: "Planning is up to people, and success is up to heaven. No matter whether you can find all these medicinal materials, I will owe you a life for me. In this life, if I can do something I can do, Mr. Just speak, and Rao will never refuse."

Then, he turned around and asked his personal secretary to notify his bank immediately, transfer the one billion yuan that he had agreed to to the Danhai Hospital account and set up a medical relief fund.

Rao Liang said: "Mr. Du, please allow me to name this fund in my name."

Du Jie waved his hand and said, "No, you will push me to the forefront of the storm and become the target of public criticism. The wood is in the forest and the wind will destroy it. I don't want to be the object of everyone's point of fingers, let me live a peaceful life."

When Rao Liang heard Du Jie speak sincerely, he nodded and said to Liu Chan: "You have to let the whole hospital know that this one billion donation was given by Mr. Du's face..."

"Don't!" Du Jie waved his hand again, "Today's matter is as confidential as possible. I don't want to be the focus of people's discussion, nor do I want to be a sensible person. It's good to be a grassroots person. Do you understand what I mean?"

Liu Chan and several vice presidents nodded together, saying that they were absolutely confidential.

Rao Liang sincerely exclaimed to Du Jie: "Doctor Du regards fame and fortune as dirt, which is really admirable."

He said to the others again: "Thank you for your care. The girl has just woken up and needs rest. Please come back. I have something to tell Mr. Du."

Liu Chan and others quickly said goodbye and told Du Jie to rest for a good rest.

Cui Yaxuan said goodbye to Rao Qingqing, saying that she would come to see her again another day, and then left after saying hello to Du Jie.

But Deputy Mayor Tang Lai stopped when he walked to the door, turned around and stopped to speak.

When Rao Liang saw his expression, he suddenly remembered something and said, "I agree to the application for infrastructure project loan in your city. Let them go into the procedures and go through the procedures. The funds will be in place as soon as possible."

Tang Lai was so happy that he jumped three feet high. Unexpectedly, this matter was really done. He was so excited that he held Rao Liang's hand and thanked him repeatedly.

Rao Liang said: "Actually, I live overseas and know very little about the country. Before I knew that Mr. Du could save my daughter, I didn't even know that there was Danhai City, so I didn't want to give you a loan. This was completely for Mr. Du's sake. You, the great leader, should take care of Mr. Du in the future."

"President Rao said it was wrong. You have to ask Mr. Du to take care of me!" Tang Laicai grinned, "Mr. Du is a miracle doctor who can revive the dead. In the future, relatives and friends have serious illnesses and minor disasters, they still have to ask for miracle doctors. Mr. Du, let's add a WeChat phone number? Of course, what's the use of me, Mr. Tang, in the future, just say it, and never be vague!"

Du Jie was not polite, and added WeChat to Tang Laicai and changed the phone number. Tang Laicai said goodbye and left happily.

Rao Liang asked his assistant to bring a beautiful rectangular brocade box and send it to Du Jie: "Mr. Du, I know that you regard money as much as dirt, so I dare not give it money, but I also want to do my best to express my gratitude to you. I heard that Mr. Hu loves literary and ink paintings, especially calligraphy and calligraphy. This is a calligraphy that I have treasured for many years. It is the original work of the ink treasure of Yan Zhenqing, a great calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty. I will give it to Mr. Hu to express my gratitude. Please accept it with a smile."

Du Jie looked at him strangely, and I didn't say that I like calligraphy and painting. Besides, nowadays, there are computers, who still uses a pen? It would be great to be able to write a name with a pen. You actually gave me a calligraphy. Who do you look down on?

Yan Zhenqing? I have heard that it is the one who writes the words in a silly way. In the eyes of ordinary people like me, it is better to discount them.

If you give this calligraphy, it will be useless even if it is valuable. I want to sell it. Wouldn't it make you feel embarrassed? It's boring. Oh, it's useless.

By the way, when did I say that I regard money as dirt? I just said that I don’t want to be the target of public criticism.

Everyone is envious, jealous and hateful to me, but I don’t like this, but I didn’t say I don’t like money! If you bring the money, I would rather accept me as my grandson.

Du Jie muttered in his stomach, but his face still looked detached. He smiled and nodded, but did not answer the words.

Rao Liang was stunned. This calligraphy of Yan Zhenqing was a genuine work, priceless. He bought it from the most famous auction house in the world after astronomical figures. Du Jie looked like a roll of straw paper, and indeed regarded money as dirt.

Fortunately, I gave him money, otherwise I would be embarrassed if I was rejected.

Seeing Rao Liang's face turned pale, Du Jie seemed to remember something, slapped his forehead and took the box and said, "I remembered that Westerners should open it in public and take a look when they get gifts from others, and make a few exaggerations. You are a Chinese from the United States and have been in the United States for so many years, and you should be used to the Western style. Look at you just now, I blame me for not seeing the gifts, right? Then let me take a look."

He opened the brocade box, which contained an antique scroll.

Just looking at that paper has been around for thousands of years.

He reached out and wanted to get it. Rao Liang was so panicked that he stopped him: "Wait, sir, this is the original work. You have to wear special gloves and spread them carefully, and you have to be very careful, very slow. This thing has been thousands of years, and it will be irreparable once it is damaged."

After hearing this, Du Jie took the special gloves for appreciation of cultural relics handed over by his secretary. After putting it on, he reached out to grab the scroll and took a look around. He saw a large coffee table in front of the sofa next to him, so he walked over and placed the scroll on the table.

Then, he opened the scroll with a loud bang.

Rao Liang felt a pain in his heart. Treat Yan Zhenqing's authentic works like this? He is a prodigal son.

Du Jie tilted his head and looked around, but there was no need to feel any shock. He shook his head: "It's okay. Thank you!" Then, he rolled up the characters back and stuffed them back into the brocade box.

He put the brocade box under his armpit and waved to Rao Liang: "I'm leaving, I'll collect all the medicines and tell me. If they are not collected, there is no need to say. I will come to see your daughter tomorrow morning."

Rao Liang wanted to send a car to see Du Jie off, but he flatly refused.

He didn't want others to say that he had climbed to President Rao's high school, he just wanted to live a peaceful life.

After get off work, he took the subway home as usual.

It happened to be the rush hour, and many people were crowded in the subway carriage.

If the people around Du Jie knew that this guy in the street stall was so casually holding the rectangular brocade box in his hand, he actually hid the priceless original Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, and I don't know what he would be crazy about.

When he returned to the rented house, Du Jie was really tired.

He stuffed the brocade box directly into the pile of debris under the bed, poured it on the bed, and fell asleep.

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The next morning.

Du Jie was woken up by a knock on the door.

I saw that it was already dawn, but I looked at the time. It was not yet time to go to work and I could have had a longer sleep, but the knock on the door kept stubbornly, so I had to walk to open the door with my shoes hanging down.

When the door opened, he saw Cui Yaxuan with two bodyguards, looking at him with a smile.

"Big lazy bug, I haven't gotten up yet, I'm going to be late to work!"

Du Jie yawned while walking back: "What are you doing?" He said that, and walked into the bathroom, without closing the door, and peed directly.

The bodyguard was so panicked that he hurried over and pulled the door up for him.

There is also Miss Cui outside, this guy is too inappropriate.
Chapter completed!