A little after four in the afternoon, Yan Feifan, summoned by a phone call, arrived at the director's office to find not only Director Liu Jin, but also Wang Chuan, Qu Ying, and his sister.
Liu Jin asked with a cheerful laugh, "Feifan, take a guess. As of three o'clock this afternoon, how much has the hospital received in total donations across all its charity accounts?"
Yan Feifan shook his head. "I'm not going to guess. Sir, why don't you just tell me the exact number?"
"You're no fun."
Liu Jin turned to Yan Ziruo. "Ziruo, you tell him."
Yan Ziruo opened a small notebook, cleared her throat, and said, "Feifan, as of three o'clock this afternoon, the hospital's three publicly disclosed bank accounts have received a total of 23,127 donations, amounting to 9,127,369 RMB."
"That much!" Yan Feifan was genuinely surprised.
Yan Ziruo explained, "Some large donations came in later. The single largest one was for one million."
