Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine went to Buckingham Palace to give lectures, which was an official invitation from the United Kingdom.
Later, the Queen of England even sent a special letter of thanks.
The media has also reported extensively that Ni Zhicai is in the cultural department of the capital and knows about this matter.
I just didn't expect it to be the young man in front of me.
Seeing that Ni Zhicai was still undecided, Li Jianping simply made the matter clear.
"Director Ni, Mr. Ni's illness cannot be delayed any longer. Now it is not a matter of entangled Chinese medicine and Western medicine."
"The top priority is how to treat the disease. If it gets worse, the situation will be beyond our control."
After Li Jianping finished speaking, he said no more and quietly waited for Ni Zhicai's decision.
He thought to himself: "Ni Zhicai, you have to weigh it carefully."
In fact, Ni Zhicai was even more contradictory. He was misunderstood by traditional Chinese medicine.
In my heart, I don’t have a good impression of Chinese medicine.
But with Mr. Ni's current situation, the expert team headed by Li Jianping is indeed at the end of their rope and can only place their hope in traditional Chinese medicine.
But ordinary Chinese medicine doctors dare not invite them here rashly. Qin Fan is the only candidate with precedents and experience in this field.
He knew better that the Ni family was in a precarious situation right now, and if he didn't take decisive measures, he was afraid that one day Mr. Ni would not be able to hold on.
If the Ni family didn't have Mr. Ni, I'm afraid it would decline tomorrow.
If Mr. Ni is still healthy, the descendants of the Ni family will have at least ten more years of struggle.
"Dad, we can't let him in! Traditional Chinese medicine is not trustworthy, and our family has suffered greatly from it!" Ni Changyu said again.
Indeed, it is precisely because Ni Zhicai is disabled that it has some impact on his career promotion.
"Besides, if he finds out..."
"Shut up! Don't you miss your grandpa?" Ni Zhicai's face darkened.
"Of course not, it's just..." Ni Changyu defended, holding his neck.
Ni Zhicai waved his hand to interrupt him and scolded him angrily.
"I'll take care of anything. Take care of yourself and don't run to the Lin family all day long!"
Suddenly, Ni Changyu's face turned red after being scolded by Ni Zhicai, and he felt aggrieved like an angry little daughter-in-law.
Ni Zhicai took a few steps to the side and signaled to Li Jianping that he wanted to talk alone and privately.
Although Qin Fan had his back turned to several people, the content of the conversation was clearly visible.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth involuntarily.
It seems that Ni Zhicai is not satisfied with his son hanging around the girls of the Lin family all day long.
However, Qin Fan discovered a strange phenomenon.
Regarding Ni Hongjie's condition and current situation, neither Mr. Zhang nor Li Jianping could say anything.
When asked to take a look at Mr. Ni, Li Jianping was still a little hesitant.
Ni Changyu was even more opposed, and Ni Zhicai was very hesitant.
Why exactly? There is something weird everywhere.
Could it be...
He suddenly became thoughtful.
At this time, Ni Zhicai and Li Jianping came over after the conversation was over.
"Mr. Qin, I hope you won't be offended because my father doesn't see Chinese medicine. You can just do what Dean Li said in a moment."
Ni Zhicai changed his tone to a gentler tone, and his rationality allowed him to make the right choice.
"Yeah!" Qin Fan nodded in agreement.
"Then let's go in!" Li Jianping said.
Qin Fan, Li Jianping, and Ni Zhicai walked into the small building again.
Ni Changyu almost had his nose twisted with anger, but there was nothing he could do. This was his father's decision.
The first floor of the small building is a living room, which is very spacious.
But the layout is very simple, probably related to Mr. Ni’s living habits.
Ni Zhicai said softly.
Several people went up the stairs to the second floor. Li Jianping led the way and took Qin Fan to one of the rooms.
The sound of electric current could be heard faintly in Qin Fan's ears.
As soon as he approached the room, he stopped and stared at a harvest picture on the wall.
It was a small oil painting that used the colors of different fruits and vegetables to create a visual impact and convey the joy of harvest.
A few people only thought that Qin Fan was admiring the harvest picture.
Ni Changyu rolled his eyes from behind and thought to himself: "What time of the day is it? I still pretend to admire the harvest pictures."
Li Jianping was about to remind Qin Fan that it was time to go in.
Qin Fan whispered: "Dean Li, there is no need to disturb Mr. Ni. I suddenly thought of the cause of the disease."
Several people were stunned immediately.
Qin Fan didn't care about Li Jianping's reaction, he went downstairs first and walked out quickly.
Li Jianping and Ni Zhicai looked at each other and followed.
In fact, Qin Fan already felt that this visit to the doctor was not a good thing based on everyone's weird behavior.
As he approached the room, he used his clairvoyance to look at the paintings on the wall.
In fact, he had already seen Ni Hongjie's state in the room.
In the middle of winter, I only wore a pair of underpants, with the electric fan blowing on, and I was pacing back and forth in the room barefoot, feeling restless.
With such an image of him, it's no wonder he doesn't want to see anyone.
No wonder Mr. Zhang wanted to keep it secret. What was kept secret was not the cause of the disease, but the image of the other party.
If you go in today, even with Mr. Zhang's authority, even if Ni Hongjie doesn't care.
But Ni Zhicai, Ni Changyu and other members of the Ni family will inevitably not feel like they have something stuck in their throats.
Because Qin Fan saw the most embarrassing side of Ni Hongjie.
To ordinary people, this may not be a big deal, but to the Ni family, it is very important.
They would worry that if Qin Fan couldn't keep his mouth shut, everyone in the world would eventually know.
The younger generation like Ni Changyu will not only not be grateful, but may actually hold grudges.
As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall.
This pool of muddy water can be avoided if possible, and maintaining a perfect image for the other party is not a good thing.
Qin Fan exited in time, as if he hadn't entered at all.
"Mr. Qin, have you really thought about the cause of the disease?" Li Jianping asked.
"Well, I was inspired by that harvest picture." Qin Fan smiled and nodded.
Li Jianping naturally wouldn't suspect anything.
Ni Changyu immediately rolled his eyes and snorted. What a joke. He thought of the cause of the disease from a picture of a harvest!
But he didn't refute out loud.
Qin Fan smiled and held up his hands, "Director Ni, I will discuss treatment with Dean Li right now."
Ni Zhicai nodded suspiciously.
He even felt a little strange.
It's just that there is a team of experts, and each drug will be evaluated by the experts.
So he wasn't worried about anything.
Looking at the backs of Qin Fan and Li Jianping leaving.
Ni Changyu asked: "Dad, he can think of a solution without even looking at it?"
Ni Zhicai glared at him angrily, as if to say, do you want him to come in?
Ni Changyu's lips moved a few times, but finally he didn't say anything.
He felt like nothing he did today was right.
It was wrong to oppose Qin Fan's entry, and it is also wrong to question whether he went in now. He has become a different person inside and outside.
Li Jianping and Qin Fan returned to the expert team's office.
Wang Jian and Zeng Changchun were both a little surprised, feeling that their speed was too fast.
"Oh, before we went in, Mr. Qin thought of the cause of the disease when he saw the harvest picture on the wall." Li Jianping explained.
Suddenly, Zeng Changchun and Wang Jian looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.
They passed by that harvest picture every day and found nothing strange about it.
"Oh, Mr. Qin, what did you find?" Zeng Changchun asked.