9 - The philanthropist Jiang Hao
As soon as Jiang Hao arrived, he heard all kinds of disgusting and vile remarks.
At this moment, Yang Qing was surrounded by a group of men, making it impossible to see her face clearly.
Jiang Hao initially wanted to step in directly and drive these ill-intentioned men away. However, after some thought, he dismissed the idea.
Yang Qing was currently in her most helpless and sensitive state. Jiang Hao's appearance and demeanor clearly marked him as someone extraordinary—what business would such a person have in a hospital like this? Such an appearance could easily arouse suspicion.
After observing for a while and seeing that these men dared only to throw verbal jabs without taking any real action, Jiang Hao stepped back into the corridor.
He walked to the farthest window and made a call:
"Inform the director of Anping County Hospital that I've arrived. I want to donate a batch of medical equipment, and I'm currently inspecting the inpatient department."
After ending the call, Jiang Hao stood by the window, looking bored as he waited.
Inside Yang Qing's hospital room, the lewd remarks and even occasional scolding from a middle-aged woman continued unabated.
About ten minutes later, the elevator at the far end opened, and a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, wearing a white coat and half-rim glasses, rushed out, visibly anxious and sweating profusely.
Trailing behind him were several hospital specialists.
"There, that must be Young Master Jiang!"
One of the specialists pointed at Jiang Hao, as if they had just found their savior, their excitement palpable.
The director followed the gaze and breathed a sigh of relief.
Though he had never seen Jiang Hao before, Jiang Hao's extraordinary presence made him stand out in the crowd.
"Young Master Jiang! Young Master Jiang!"
The director waved frantically and rushed toward Jiang Hao with the specialists in tow.
Finally, they've arrived.
Jiang Hao nodded in satisfaction and offered the director a kind smile.
"Young Master Jiang, I'm the director of this hospital, Dr. Ma. Why didn't you notify us of your visit? You've got me so anxious! And why stay in a place like this? How about we head to my office for a proper discussion?"
Dr. Ma wiped the sweat off his forehead, his voice trembling with excitement.
The other specialists looked equally enthusiastic, their eyes burning with admiration. They wished they could strike up a conversation with Jiang Hao, but they didn't dare approach for fear of offending him.
"Dr. Ma, your hospital is... rather unique," Jiang Hao remarked, casting a meaningful glance toward Yang Qing's room.
The director was confused at first but quickly grasped the situation after asking a few questions. His face darkened instantly.
What kind of nonsense is this?!
The county hospital's financial situation was already dire. Now, they had a rare chance to receive donations from a wealthy philanthropist, and this embarrassing scene unfolded?
Just listen to those men's vulgar words!
To outsiders, this might as well be a den of indecency!
"You'll have to forgive us, Young Master Jiang. Some of our patients are poorly educated and lack proper manners. When they see a beautiful woman, they just can't control themselves," the director hurriedly explained.
"Still, such behavior needs to be managed. After all, the inpatient department is meant to be a place for patients to rest," Jiang Hao sighed.
"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right! I'll reprimand them immediately!"
"No, let me handle it. The patients here are already emotionally fragile. As the director, it's best you avoid direct conflict with them."
Hearing this, Dr. Ma was deeply moved, silently marveling:
Now this is what a true heir looks like—humble and considerate of others!
While the director was lost in thought, Jiang Hao had already entered the ward.
Worried something might go wrong, the director and specialists quickly followed.
Their arrival drew immediate attention from the patients in the room.
Seeing the director, the men harassing Yang Qing quickly scattered, retreating to their beds while sneaking glances at Jiang Hao.
Jiang Hao ignored them entirely.
As his view cleared, his eyes were instantly drawn to the young girl sitting beside the bed on the right.
Even without makeup, her skin was porcelain white, and her beauty was breathtaking. She sat quietly, radiating an air of fragility that could eclipse everything around her.
Her large, expressive eyes shimmered with unshed tears, stirring a protective instinct in anyone who saw her.
This had to be Yang Qing. There was no doubt about it!
While reading the original novel, the author had painstakingly described the beauty of the heroines. But now, seeing her in person, Jiang Hao truly understood what it meant to be beautiful.
First it was Xia Siyu, and now Yang Qing. Each of them has their own unique charm.
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?" Jiang Hao asked, his voice warm and gentle.
Hearing this, Yang Qing didn't respond. Instead, she lowered her head even further, avoiding all eye contact.
Her strong sense of resistance didn't surprise Jiang Hao.
He was glad he had prepared thoroughly. Otherwise, he might have inadvertently left a bad impression on her.
"And you are?"
The middle-aged woman on the hospital bed spoke up. She was Yang Qing's mother—a typical rural woman with good facial features. However, illness and years of toil had left her looking haggard.
"He's Young Master Jiang from Liushi, heir to a family with assets worth tens of billions and a well-known philanthropist!"
The director seized the opportunity to introduce Jiang Hao, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.
The ward immediately erupted in whispers:
"Ten billion?"
"A real-life super-rich heir?!"
"Is he after that young girl?"
"Too bad, rich kids like him are all about having fun and throwing people away afterward!"
These murmurs finally prompted Yang Qing to lift her head slightly, stealing a glance at Jiang Hao.
That one look pierced through Jiang Hao's soul.
Yang Qing had encountered her fair share of wealthy admirers, but she had never seen one with eyes so pure or a smile so warm.
What's more, Jiang Hao was undeniably handsome.
For a moment, their eyes met.
Perhaps realizing she was staring, Yang Qing quickly lowered her head again, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush.
The chatter among the patients continued unabated.
Dr. Ma couldn't bear it any longer. He scoffed at the crowd:
"Do you think Young Master Jiang is as vile as you? He came here for charity, not to indulge in any filthy intentions!"
"Hmph! Charity? More like an excuse to take advantage of my daughter!" Yang Qing's mother retorted, her weak voice laced with defiance.
"I'm warning you—anyone who dares to harm my daughter will answer to me, even if I have to haunt them after I die!"
"You—"
The director was fuming. If this foolish woman's words caused Jiang Hao to withdraw his support, he would have half a mind to strangle her.
Dealing with stubborn individuals was always challenging, but Jiang Hao had expected this.
Without arguing, he turned to Dr. Ma and said,
"Let's go. Cover all their medical expenses. I'll take care of it."
With that, Jiang Hao walked out of the room.
The director shot Yang Qing and her mother a look that said, "You're unbelievably lucky," before quickly following Jiang Hao.
The ward fell silent once more.
After exchanging a glance with her mother, Yang Qing gazed in the direction Jiang Hao had left. Her eyes now held a hint of something new.
"Don't be fooled, daughter! There's no such thing as a free lunch. We need to maintain our dignity!" Yang Qing's mother warned weakly.
"Yes, Mom, I understand."