My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities

Chapter 513: Five hundred and twelve, register

The little girl nodded her head. Her grandfather had said that a Divine Doctor from Korea might be able to cure her. Although she knew it was unlikely, she really wanted to hear various sounds like other children, the chirping of birds, the flow of springs, singing, laughter…

“Sir, we’re about half an hour away from the venue,” the driver said, turning his head. He had no other options right now; given the traffic situation, it was uncertain when they would reach the venue.

The old man nodded his head, pushed open the car door, “Just take your time, we’ll go ahead.” The Huaxia Medical Team was only treating a hundred patients, and he was worried they wouldn’t make it in time.

“But what about your safety?” the driver asked, concerned. This was a significant figure; if something happened to him, all of Korea would be shaken.

The old man shook his head, exited the car with the little girl, and closed the door behind them.

The organizers had already prepared a free clinic table for the Huaxia Medical Team, and journalists from the Korean TV station had set up their cameras, just waiting for the patients to arrive.

just over a dozen minutes, hundreds had registered. However, minor ailments like colds and sprains were not included, and as a result,

desk, and many people, upon seeing the

not wish to pull rank but his granddaughter’s future was at stake. Although she was deaf and mute, she

clerk looked up and was stunned for a moment upon seeing the old man, “Mr. President!” Even

left,” the clerk came back to his senses and

register?” the old

President

Seeing the longing in her eyes, he patted her shoulder reassuringly, “It will be alright.” He had met the woman Han Jinhe liked, who had such a serious illness that the Huaxia Medical Team had been

down the little

quickly spread throughout the venue. Upon hearing the news, Han Zaiye made his way to the old man and the little girl, bowing to the old man, “Mr. President!” His status in Korea might not have been low, but the proper respect due to the President was still a

“No need for such formalities; I’m just a relative of a patient right now.” Han Zaiye had also treated Meng’er, but being