C8 I will Teach You What Medical Ethics Is

Royse posed the question to Tracy, who remained silent for a long while before she began to reveal her story in a measured tone.

She had a brother whose gambling addiction tore his family apart and squandered their father's entire estate. With no other option, they were forced to move into a decrepit rental home. When their father fell ill, her brother abandoned them, leaving Tracy to shoulder the entire burden. Despite the weight of the situation, she had no choice but to persevere for her father's sake.

Minaton Hospital was the only place in the country that could effectively slow the progression of the disease, but the exorbitant cost of treatment was far beyond what Tracy could manage on her own. Unwilling to watch her father inch closer to death, she swallowed her pride and approached Royse for help.

She asked Royse for a loan of six million, fully aware that it wouldn't last long, but believing that was all she could secure with what she had to offer.

Royse was at a loss for words upon hearing her plight. While he had spent six years scavenging, which to many seemed a dire existence, he had the support of a vast family behind him and no real burdens of his own. Earning just enough to get by was sufficient for him.

Tracy, however, was in a different situation entirely. She was shouldering the financial responsibility for her father's medical bills with her own frail strength. Royse's perception of Tracy was profoundly altered in that moment. She was a girl who might appear delicate, but possessed a resolute character and an incredibly strong spirit.

Minaton Hospital, nestled in the suburbs of Minston and encircled by mountains and natural lakes, offered a picturesque setting. The serene environment not only provided a place for treatment but also a tranquil backdrop that aided in the patients' recovery. The high standard of care, coupled with the idyllic surroundings, made it a sought-after destination for those in need of medical attention.

Securing the loan felt like a lifeline for Tracy, extending her father's life. Overjoyed, she led Royse to her father's hospital room, but upon opening the door, they were greeted by a stranger. Panic seized Tracy. "Why isn't my father here? Dad, please don't let anything happen to you. Don't leave me all alone..."

In her distress, she grabbed a passing nurse and pleaded with a tearful voice, "Where's my dad? What have you done with him?"

Had her father passed away? Tracy couldn't bring herself to voice the question, nor could she come to terms with the possibility.

The nurse's brow furrowed as she pushed away Tracy's grasping hand. "You're Trenton's relative, aren't you? Your dad's over in the treatment room."

A wave of relief washed over Tracy. She grabbed Royse's hand and they hurried to the treatment room. The sight that greeted her upon opening the door ignited her fury.

Her father, who should have been resting in a hospital bed receiving care, was instead abandoned in a corner of the room. He sat forlornly on a stark metal chair, his head hung low, the very picture of loneliness and desolation.

"Dad, how are you? Why did they move you here?" Tracy flung herself at his side, kneeling before him as tears streamed down her face.

Regrettably, her father had lost the ability to speak. Struggling to lift his head, he managed a slight nod upon recognizing his daughter, tears rolling down his face.

Royse, witnessing the scene, felt his heart clench with sorrow.

There's nothing more heartbreaking than seeing one's parents gravely ill and feeling utterly powerless to help. Having lost his own parents at a young age, Royse was all too familiar with such pain.

Tracy's fury blazed as she saw her father cast aside like an afterthought. Spotting the chief physician in the hallway, she stormed over, her anger palpable.

"Dr. Campbell! I want an explanation. Why is my dad left here uncared for, while his room is given to someone else?"

Dr. Campbell, startled by Tracy's sudden confrontation, took a moment to compose himself before adjusting his glasses. "Miss Fields, I truly am at a loss here. Your father's medical funds ran dry quite some time ago, and with the influx of patients at Minaton Hospital, we simply can't justify keeping him in the ward indefinitely."

"The decision was made by hospital management to vacate his room for other patients in need."

"That's nonsense! I've been sending money to the hospital every month. How can there be no funds for treatment?"

Dr. Campbell replied with a dismissive tone, "The amount you've been sending barely covers the cost of the bed, let alone the full treatment expenses. The hospital hasn't abandoned your father, though. The nursing staff has been pooling together to cover his costs, which is no small sum."

Tracy trembled with rage, barely able to contain herself.

Had Royse not caught her in time, she would have hit the floor.

"I've brought the money. Now, let's get her father a room and start treatment," Royse stated without mincing words.

"Are you Miss Fields's boyfriend?" inquired Dr. Campbell.

"No, we're just friends," interjected Tracy, now alert.

Royse gave her a glance and remained silent.

"He's not your boyfriend, huh? Just a friend? So how much can he really contribute? This man's attire is quite plain; he doesn't look like he has much money. If you're helping Miss Fields in hopes of winning her over, I suggest you think more practically," Dr. Campbell remarked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Do you even know what her father is suffering from? Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis is incurable, a death sentence! He'll be confined to a hospital bed for life, with daily costs running into the tens of thousands. You might assist her temporarily, but can you sustain that support for a lifetime?"

"Judging by your outfit, you seem like a penniless country bumpkin. Can you really afford it?"

Royse chuckled. For the average person, daily treatment costs in the tens of thousands were daunting, utterly unaffordable.

But for Royse, with Wensel's financial strategies at play, their vast billions in assets could rake in over 100,000 yuan every second.

Unable to afford treatment? The thought was laughable.

"This amount is pocket change to me. Here's six million to start with. Get her father into treatment immediately," Royse retorted with a cold laugh.

"Six million? Where did you get that kind of money?" Dr. Campbell was flabbergasted. This man, who looked like any ordinary failure you'd pass on the street, was offering six million!

"What's with the daze? Is six million not enough? How about ten million? Will that suffice?" Royse had little patience for bargaining with such people; it was easier to just hit them with the cash.

"Ten million?" Dr. Campbell's head spun with the shock.

In his years of practice, he'd seen it all: people selling their homes for medical bills, businesses going bankrupt over healthcare costs. But never had anyone just laid out ten million for treatment fees.

Once his bewilderment subsided, Dr. Campbell was convinced the man was just toying with him. The state of his attire was a clear indicator of his lack of funds – how on earth could he possibly come up with 10 million?