After Jiang Long passed the order down, Jiang Cheng finally spoke. "I plan to cover the medical expenses for these children who can't afford treatment."
Seeing that the answer matched what he had expected, Jiang Long felt a wave of relief.
Things like this had been done by quite a few entrepreneurs and even made the news.
Although Jiang Long didn't follow the business world, he assumed Jiang Cheng was here for charity to boost Xingchen Company's publicity.
Jiang Long nodded and asked, "How many children do you plan to sponsor?"
Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Tally them up now—however many qualify, I'll sponsor. But they must meet the conditions I just mentioned. After all, this is about saving lives, not relieving poverty. Understand?"
Jiang Long's expression turned dumbfounded at those words.
He had assumed Jiang Cheng would pick a few of the most serious cases.
That's how most people do charity these days.
Arrange a couple of reporters, let the patients thank Jiang Cheng and the company on camera, and Xingchen Company's name would be everywhere.
But he had never seen anyone offer to foot the bill for every single qualifying patient.
If Jiang Cheng really did that, it would mean huge capital outlay and enormous risk and responsibility.
Jiang Long couldn't help asking, "Chairman Jiang, are you sure you want to sponsor every eligible patient?"
Jiang Cheng nodded. "I'm sure."
Jiang Long hesitated and added, "Mr. Jiang, insurance will cover part of it, but these illnesses are still expensive. Every patient is different—some may recover in a year, others need several. We don't know how long treatment will take or even the exact headcount…"
While he was speaking, the office phone suddenly rang.
Jiang Long answered, listened briefly, and hung up.
Returning to the sofa, he said, "Chairman Jiang, we just got the figures: roughly fifty patients in the past six months meet your criteria."
Jiang Cheng nodded.
It wasn't a huge number, but it wasn't small either.
It meant seven or eight children a month had to drop treatment because their families couldn't pay.
"I'll cover all their costs. First, I'll put two hundred million into a dedicated account."
Before he finished, Jiang Long excitedly adjusted his glasses. "Two hundred million?"
Beside them, Jiang Churan and Xu Yan, silent until now, exchanged glances.
Jiang Cheng replied, "If two hundred million isn't enough, I'll add more. But I'll have the supervisory bureau audit every expense. Please don't delay treatment—do whatever is necessary."
Seeing Jiang Cheng had misunderstood, Jiang Long waved his hands anxiously. "That isn't what I meant. For ordinary leukemia, after insurance, a hundred million could help over a hundred kids—two hundred million is far more than fifty patients need."
Jiang Cheng hadn't realized a hundred million could give hundreds of children a shot at life.
A single food-cashback reward gave him several times that—why not spend two hundred million to help more kids?
He didn't need to hesitate.
True, at first he'd made the decision for the system reward.
But the system he possessed made dreams come true.
Jiang Cheng knew he shouldn't be ruled by money; he should rule it.
If something felt worthwhile, he'd do it without a second thought.
"These are only preliminary numbers. Any similar cases that turn up can also use this fund. Auditors from the bureau and my company will oversee every payment."
Jiang Long frowned slightly; he understood Jiang Cheng's concern and felt the pressure.
As hospital director, he bore heavy responsibility.
Still, he nodded solemnly. "I understand, Mr. Jiang. This money is a lifeline. I'll personally give the orders and supervise to prevent any unscrupulous delays."
Jiang Cheng nodded. "Good. I'll have people here shortly. The money will be arranged quickly—let's get the kids readmitted today."
Without further words, Jiang Cheng phoned Zhu Yan.
After hearing his instructions, Zhu Yan immediately dispatched an audit team.
When the call ended, Jiang Long asked, "Mr. Jiang, does the hospital need to publicize this? I can have someone draft a press release."
Jiang Cheng caught his meaning at once.
As always, grandstanding wasn't his style.
Publicity would benefit the company, but he preferred to keep a low profile.
He shook his head. "No need, Dean Jiang. No fanfare. This was spontaneous, not a stunt. Help the children—that's enough."
Everyone in the room looked at him with newfound respect.
Jiang Long had guessed the opening but never the ending.
He'd assumed it was for show; Jiang Cheng meant real charity.
After a moment of reflection, Jiang Long nodded. "You're right, Chairman Jiang. We'll focus on helping the children. Any further instructions?"
Jiang Cheng thought for a moment. "Not for now. Let's wait for the audit team. I'll contact you if anything comes up."