Chapter 1367: Chapter 1367: Bearing Guilt
He considered expanding, but it was not easy; he had essentially invested all of his life’s assets into it.
But the funds required each month were still immense, because these children were all critically ill to begin with, and it cost a lot of money to care for each one of them. Sometimes, despite the large sums invested, they still couldn’t save some of their lives.
The Ji Mo couple were fortunate enough to donate a large sum of money to his institution every year, and with his reputation, he was also able to draw donations from some wealthy philanthropists.
But as the number of children increased, the expenses ballooned like a rolling snowball, and the amount was still not enough.
"Doctor, have you considered pausing the acceptance of other sick children, given that the hospital’s capacity is limited after all?"
The old Dean, who usually took care of the management, couldn’t help but advise, his gaze at Dr. K tinged with pity.
"Doctor, you’ve already done well, and you’ve done a lot. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t save all the sick children in the world. You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself and put so much pressure on yourself."
Some people do good deeds to win fame, and some do it out of genuine kindness and compassion, but he thought Dr. K was different from other philanthropists.
Those philanthropists usually just gave part of their money, and doing their best was already commendable.
But Dr. K was not just doing his best; he was desperately pushing beyond his personal limits, investing all of his assets, yet he still felt it wasn’t enough.
In fact, he did better than any philanthropist, but he still looked guilty and burdened with a sense of sin.
It was sigh-worthy, considering that, when they first met, he seemed like a cynical, relatively uncompassionate man, yet unexpectedly, in his secrecy, he put so much heart and effort into saving those children abandoned by fate from birth.
In response to the Dean’s advice, Dr. K didn’t say anything but picked up a stack of twenty children’s names from his desk and handed it to him.
The Dean gave a bitter smile, understanding his decision now, his advice had been in vain.
"Go contact the parents of these twenty children, arrange their plane tickets, and bring the kids here."
Dean: "I understand, but there are no more available beds."
"Then add more beds."
The Dean nodded and left the office.
Dr. K sat down expressionlessly, his green eyes falling on another thick stack of pleas for help on the table. Just now, those twenty were only the ones he selected as being the most seriously ill and in need of treatment.
But there were many more children who were also waiting to be saved...
He rubbed his temples, feeling powerless and distressed inside.
He couldn’t ignore these letters, nor could he ignore those little lives desperate for him to reach out and help them survive because if he didn’t, they would die.
He once disregarded life in the G lab, coldly watching those infants die in pain, obliterating his conscience.
The lab established by his father, Dr. K, committed horrendous acts in their madness to create genius specimens, sacrificing tens of thousands of infants—a blood debt that could never be forgiven.
His father died in the final explosion, but he survived, carrying the full burden of his sins and despair.
"..." Dr. K covered his face with his hands in agony as cold tears seeped through the pale gaps of his fingers, silently falling to the ground.
In the end, he chose not to die by suicide but to live because he had no right to die!
He had two inescapable responsibilities—the first was to heal Ling Kong’s body, which had been ruined by the many banned substances injected over the years, and the second was to repay the blood debt of the G lab, to save as many little lives as possible.
"Dr. K?" A surprised female voice came from the door.
