"What do you thank me?"

Chen Hao glanced at Feng Zeyou with interest. After several hours of contact, he had roughly understood the personality of Feng Zeyou.

In the words of later generations, they are repressed and sexy men.

However, this also echoes the personality traits of a technical otaku.

"Thank you for helping Uncle Zhang."

Feng Zeyou said to Chen Hao seriously.

"Haha, Zeyou, you don't have to thank me."

Chen Hao smiled faintly and said, "You should thank yourself."

"ah?"

Feng Zeyou was a little confused when he heard this, and didn't understand what he meant. After a moment of shock, he said in confusion: "Mr. Chen, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"If you hadn't agreed to join my company, I would definitely not have helped."

Chen Hao said lightly: "All this is actually just for your sake. Do you understand?"

Feng Zeyou suddenly felt excited. Indeed, Chen Hao, Yuanyuan and Yuanyuan's father were not related, but the reason why they tried their best to help them was just as Chen Hao said, for his sake.

"Mr. Chen, don't worry, I will definitely work hard!"

Feng Zeyou whispered.

"That's right."

Chen Hao smiled on his face. He had done so much, but in fact he was just to hear Feng Zeyou's words.

While walking, Chen Hao said, "Zeyou, after Uncle Zhang took the medicine I prescribed, I believe that within half a month, the condition will improve greatly, and there will be obvious changes in at most one month." At this point, he stopped and looked at Feng Zeyou calmly.

"Mr. Chen, I'll settle Yuanyuan and the others here. At most one month, I will definitely go to Huaqiang City to report on your work."

Feng Zeyou understood what Chen Hao said and immediately spoke without hesitation.

Chen Hao nodded and nodded.

"By the way, Mr. Chen."

Feng Zeyou thought for a while and said, "Actually, I can do some work during this period, such as starting to design the core of search engine algorithms, etc. This kind of work can actually work as long as there is a computer."

"sure."

Chen Hao nodded, thinking to himself that this guy is really good, and he took the initiative to ask for work. Then he said, "Zeyou, can you be busy with it alone? I don't know much about these technical matters, but I heard that search engine algorithms like this are quite workloads. Can you be busy with it alone? By the way, do you know people like you and those who understand computer technology? If there is, find a few good technology to ask if they are willing to join the company together?"

"Mr. Chen, writing the core of search engines is indeed a lot of work. If I do it alone, the progress will be very slow."

Feng Zeyou admitted frankly, and immediately, he said: "I have fewer contacts and don't know many people. I only know a few people on the Internet. If you don't mind, I'll ask them online, how about it?"

"Can."

Chen Hao nodded. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Of course, those who can talk to computer experts like Feng Zeyou will not be much worse than that - otherwise, they will not be able to talk together.

The two found Gong Sizhou, and Chen Hao talked about his thoughts to Gong Sizhou.

Hearing that Zhang Fusheng just wanted to arrange a change of a single ward and might have to stay for a while. After all, in the hospital, nursing care is more convenient, Gong Sizhou naturally agreed without hesitation.

A single ward can't cost much money, and for the hospital, there is no extra cost. As long as Zhang Fusheng recovers from illness, it is thankful for Gong Sizhou.

"Mr. Chen, I will ask the nurse to help me watch it. If you need anything, just call the nurse."

Gong Sizhou, in line with the spirit of doing good deeds to the end and sending Buddha to the West, said enthusiastically to Chen Hao and Feng Zeyou.

"That's great thanks to Dean Gong."

Chen Hao smiled, not polite.

“This is what we should do.”

Gong Sizhou rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

"Then you are busy with Dean Gong."

Chen Hao greeted him and walked outside with Feng Zeyou, "Zeyou, come out with me, I'll tell you something."

"OK."

Feng Zeyou nodded and followed Chen Hao to the hospital gate.

"Zeyou, I'm going back first."

When he arrived outside the hospital, Chen Hao stopped and said seriously: "In addition to search engines, I hope you think about it again and see what else can attract the attention of others. Just as you said before, most of the people currently using the hao123 website are new netizens. Once these new netizens transition into old worms, they will basically not enter hao123 again. It is not a matter of writing a search engine for a day or two. We have to think of a hot spot that can attract other people's attention, and make the popularity of hao123, and preparing for the future..."

Speaking of this, Chen Hao's eyes were attracted by a middle-aged woman and a child not far from the road.

“Hot spots that attract others’ attention?”

Feng Zeyou frowned, thought about it carefully, shook his head and said, "Mr. Chen, now on the Internet..."

"Wait a moment."

Chen Hao interrupted him and walked quickly towards the middle-aged woman and child.

Feng Zeyou was stunned for a moment and hurriedly followed him.

The middle-aged woman was holding the child and standing by the roadside. On the ground in front of her, she was covered with a piece of white cloth with a few lines of words written in a brush.

Feng Zeyou Ding Qing looked over.

"... Dear kind-hearted people, my name is Zhang Hui, a single mother. My son is Yangyang. He is only six years old this year, but unfortunately he has leukemia. In order to treat Yangyang, I spent all my savings in my family and sold my house. But the money still cannot cure Yangyang's illness. As a mother, I am powerless and my heart is like a knife. Yangyang is only six years old. Most of the children of his age are enjoying the sunshine, enjoying fatherly love and motherly love, studying in the classroom, and playing with his peers. Yangyang only takes medicine, see a doctor, take medicine, and see a doctor every day. This is the whole of his life! Here I hope that all kind-hearted people can lend a helping hand, help me and save Yangyang, and I am grateful!"

Chen Hao carefully read the words on the white cloth, raised his head, and glanced at Zhang Hui and Yang Yang in her arms.

Zhang Hui was about 31 or 2 years old, but Yang Yang's face was sallow, wearing a mask, lying listlessly in her arms, her eyes looked a little dazed.

“Is there a diagnostic certificate?”

Chen Hao smiled at Zhang Hui and asked softly.

“Uh… there is.”

Zhang Hui was stunned for a moment, then she nodded.

"Can you show me?"

Chen Hao asked politely.

"Can."

Zhang Hui immediately knew it. It seemed that the boy in front of her was worried that she was a liar.

She has been standing on the street for several hours. Passers-by occasionally stop and look at the words on the white cloth. After reading it, she will carefully look at her and her children.

Some kind-hearted people would take out more than ten or twenty yuan from their pockets and hand it to her.

But there are also some people who, after watching it, turned around and walked in with disdain.

As for Chen Hao, Zhang Hui has encountered this for the first time when she spoke to see a diagnosis certificate.

After being slightly stunned, Zhang Hui understood Chen Hao's intention - he wanted to see if Yang Yang had leukemia.

If it were before, Zhang Hui had met someone like Chen Hao, she would have rolled her eyes long ago.

But after Yangyang became ill, Zhang Hui deeply realized what kind of human feelings are!

At the beginning, she came to the door to borrow money and would borrow three to five thousand yuan to treat Yangyang.

However, Yangyang's disease is just a bottomless pit, and no amount of money is enough.

Later, Zhang Hui went to borrow money again. Those relatives were better, just take a look through the crack in the door and then stayed open, or they would just say nothing. And those who were bad-minded, it would be fine if they didn't lend money, but they even said that you even sold the house and I lent you money. What would you give me to pay back?

No matter how Zhang Hui swears, after curing Yangyang's illness in the future, she will go find a job to make money, and even be willing to bear high interest rates. The relatives will not agree. Not only that, she and Yangyang will simply drive her and Yangyang out of the house!

If it weren't for the desperate situation, Zhang Hui wouldn't have used this method.

In Zhang Hui's opinion, this is no different from begging.

However, for Yangyang, Zhang Hui was willing to do so.

Holding Yangyang with one hand, Zhang Hui reached out to get the diagnostic certificate inside her pocket. Seeing this, Chen Hao asked tentatively: "Or what if I can help you hold Yangyang?"

Zhang Hui was slightly stunned, then shook her head, forced a smile, and said, "No, I can." As she said, she tried hard to take out a few wrinkled diagnostic certificates from her pocket, handed them to Chen Hao, and said with hope: "Student, these are all Yangyang's diagnostic certificates. We were watching them in S City. Don't worry, I won't lie to you, I hope you can be kind..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Hui suddenly remembered that the boy in front of him should be just a student, how could he have so much money?

But after hesitating for a moment, Zhang Hui still whispered: "...Donate some money to Yangyang, even a few dollars, thank you, classmate."

Chen Hao expanded the diagnosis certificate and looked carefully and carefully. The diagnosis certificate showed that Yangyang had chronic myeloid leukemia. The biggest feature of this disease is that it produces a large number of immature white blood cells. These white blood cells will inhibit the hematopoietic function of the bone marrow, causing the patient's anemia, fatigue, dizziness, low immunity, repeated infections and other symptoms.
Chapter completed!