Director Li's speech was still quite inspiring. What girl fresh out of school wouldn't want a strong leader?
The next day brought another half day of familiarization and cleaning. By afternoon, patients began arriving one after another.
There were a total of 120 slots for patients this time: sixty planned slots and sixty private ones.
Because the results from the previous batches had been excellent, the relevant departments had far fewer patients on hand. It wasn't that no one had cancer anymore, but those people's contributions were not outstanding enough—at the very least, whether ten million in public funds should be spent on their treatment was something people could argue over.
So some people from other sectors slipped in as well, though most were still within the system.
The treatment fee had not been lowered this time. Feng Jun wanted Huahua to get accustomed to it first and estimate the upper limit of treatment, while also getting the Nursing Center staff into the habit of knowing what to do and what not to do.
The sixty planned patients would arrive early the next morning. The relevant personnel had long mastered the rules and knew perfectly well how to coordinate matters. They would be handled collectively—most had already checked into designated hotels in Yang City.
No one was organizing the sixty private patients, so they came one at a time. Considering that admitting 120 patients in one day would cause a certain amount of chaos, Feng Jun felt they could be allowed into the Nursing Center half a day early.
The guards were reliable people Director Yang had found, ranging from twenty to fifty years old. They understood all the relevant rules. Even knowing that the patients had influential backgrounds, they still followed procedure to the letter—no matter how impressive someone's