Chapter 839 all donations

The next day, Song Yaoya received an unexpected call.

Caller: Mr. Huo

"Slim, have you been in the limelight lately? They are calling my old man."

Song Yaoyao said, "Sorry, I didn't expect them to..."

Can't find her, actually ran to find the old man, disturbing his cleanliness.

"I'm sorry, we are a family." Old man Huo was cheerful, obviously in a good mood, "I know the aptitude of the young, so I want to ask, what do you think?"

Song Yaoyao doesn’t know yet, there are already several medical research institutes in China that want to recruit Song Yaoyao.

There is no news from abroad for the time being, mainly because the Huo family and some people directly suppressed the news.

Don't underestimate Chinese medicine. The things handed down from the ancestors always have their magic.

However, the decline of the national quintessence is now an established fact.

"I..." Song Yaoya frowned, "I don't know either."

"Then do you want to cure the disease and save people?"

Do you want?

of course.

Song Yaoya nodded, "I thought."

Affected by her grandfather, Song Yaoyao had no resistance to this aspect.

It's just that those people were so enthusiastic that Song Yaoya didn't react for a while.

"That's it, follow your heart. Don't be afraid, we will always stand behind you and support you."

After talking with Old Man Huo, Song Yaoya felt relieved.

Mr. Huo's words are very simple and rude, if you want to cure the disease, you can take money!

Want to have sex? impossible!

Anyway, those people have money, and things that can be solved with money are nothing at all.

"Huo Jiu, let me speak out for me, and said that if you want to treat the illness, you can bring money."

Huo Jiu was stunned, then smiled in his eyes and nodded, "Okay, I see."

"Oh right," Song Yaoyao called to him, "please help me contact the old man again. If it is convenient for him, I want to see him."

"Ok."

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In a quiet teahouse, Hou Lao's hands trembled slightly, unable to hide his excitement.

"You really want to..."

He opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

The girl sitting opposite has a calm and clean temperament, wearing a magnolia-like cheongsam.

She is not even twenty years old, but she already has such awareness.

"Yes."

"Donate all?"

Song Yaoya deepened the smile on his face, bending his eyes slightly.

Red lips and white teeth.

"All."

The schedule has been full in the last week, and the prepaid amount has been quite substantial.

She pushed the document to Hou Lao, "I will apply for a new account to connect with the charity foundation, and all this income will be used for charity in the future."

Take it as it is, give back to God and let her be born again.

Seeing the above amount clearly, Hou Lao suddenly got up and bowed deeply.

"Thank you!"

The last money, plus this.

It can let the children in the orphanage read, put on new clothes, eat and wear warmth, help countless people, and even build schools.

"I didn't lose anything."

Song Yao smiled, she helped the old man.

"If you can help more people, I don't mind. By the way, I want to be anonymous and hide my information."

Now, she is a big baby.

Of course the old man will agree.

"Okay, you can say anything!"

"Then I'll go back first, and see you later."

"Hey! Goodbye bye!"

After Song Yaoya left, Hou Lao carefully put away the documents.

Then, he dialed the phone.

(End of this chapter)