100,000 U.S. dollars and 10 kilograms of gold are really nothing to a family with assets of several hundred million U.S. dollars, just a drop in the bucket.

After hearing this, Chen Qi looked calm on the surface, but he was already doing calculations quickly in his mind.

A bottle of ceftriaxone and a bottle of levofloxacin, no matter how expensive they were in the 1980s, only cost one or two hundred dollars, which is calculated as $200 a day.

No matter how long the treatment course is for the "roast duck commander" on the hospital bed, it will only last for one month at most, so the monthly cost of antibacterial drugs alone is US$6,000.

As for other conventional treatment drugs such as deacetyllanosin, naloxone, and dobutamine, Freetown National Hospital will provide them.

So let's do the math, Chen Qi made a profit of 94,000 in one fell swoop, but don't forget that there are still 10 kilograms of gold to come.

Ordinary people buy gold by grams, and others by kilograms. If such a big dog is not going to be slaughtered, then who will be slaughtered?

Chen Qi said he didn't want it, but when he got the box containing US dollars and gold, he collected it faster than anyone else.

Of course, Chen Qi is not going to announce the money he has received. There are more than 100 people in the medical team to aid Africa. Who knows how many of them are human beings to their faces and ghosts behind their backs. Chen Qi is afraid of suffering a loss.

It was only when there was no one around at night that Chen Qi called several members of his team to the duty room.

After everyone arrived, Chen Qi looked around and saw that there was no one around, and quickly closed the door tightly. It was like a secret agent meeting, which frightened the other people.

Then Chen Qi took out 5 envelopes and gave one to each person.

Yi Zewen was a little strange: "Dean Chen, this, this is US dollars? Why are you giving it to us?"

Chen Kun pursed his lips: "It was given to me by my family, so don't ask too many questions and hide it. There will definitely be red envelopes like this in the future."

Chen Li counted quietly, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Wow, it's another $1,000."

Even the most experienced anesthesiologist, He Fule, felt his heart beat faster. The two red envelopes added up to 2,000 yuan. If you exchange it on the black market, it would be 20,000 yuan. It is an absolute huge sum of money. The key is that there will be more in the future.

In the small office, several people were as excited as little mice who had stolen rice, laughing and laughing.

Chen Qi saw that the members were happy, and he was also happy:

"Okay, the money has been collected, and the follow-up services must also be taken care of. The patient has not passed the critical period yet, and look at the environment of this ward is too simple. Let's build a relatively sterile ward tomorrow. Let's collect the money.

You have to do things, and do them well."
Chapter completed!