Qin Fan and Han Peirong both hurriedly went downstairs.
I saw a team of elderly people beating gongs and drums in front of Bian Que Medical Center.
The middle-aged woman suffering from emphysema stood at the front with an examination report in her hand.
There were two young and strong men beside him, carrying a long wooden plaque.
It reads, "Breeze on both sleeves, hanging pot to help the world, healing people and hearts, benevolent heart and benevolent skills" in sixteen regular script fonts.
There was also a simple and honest man carrying two baskets of eggs.
There were also some media reporters in the team.
Seeing Qin Fan appear, the middle-aged woman was very excited.
"Mr. Qin, my inspection report is out."
"I went to the First People's Hospital for a check-up yesterday and it was diagnosed that my emphysema has disappeared and all indicators have returned to normal."
"I have nothing to repay, I can only send you this plaque."
"Auntie, I'm so happy for you that you can get better." Qin Fan was also very pleased.
"Mr. Qin, thank you for saving my mother. We live in the suburbs."
"I have nothing to give you. I just brought some free-range eggs to show my appreciation. I hope you will accept them."
The egg picker was the middle-aged woman's son, he said honestly.
When Qin Fan saw it, his scalp felt numb because they were two baskets of eggs.
"Thank you. I'll accept the plaque. As for the eggs, I want some."
Qin Fan knew that not accepting them would definitely make the other party feel that they looked down on them and would let the patient down.
But he was embarrassed to accept it.
Middle-aged women planned to commit suicide in order not to burden their descendants, so he saw that the other party was just an ordinary family.
"this…"
The woman's son was stunned. He didn't know what Qin Fan meant.
"The plaque you gave me, these sixteen characters, are the greatest compliment to our Bian Que Medical Clinic."
"Your mother has just recovered and her body needs these eggs even more."
Qin Fan smiled slightly, and he randomly took two eggs from the two baskets of eggs.
"Thank you for your kindness. I will definitely cook it and eat it tomorrow morning. It will definitely be very fragrant."
The woman's son didn't expect what Qin Fan said, it was just two eggs.
"Mr. Qin, you are really... a living Bodhisattva!" He swallowed, his eyes moist.
He didn't know how to describe it and could only think of three words: Living Bodhisattva.
"Mr. Qin's medical ethics is unparalleled!"
"Mr. Qin's treatment is always cured in one go and never delayed until the next day."
“What a blessing for patients, it’s so rare in this day and age!”
There was praise all around.
Then, thunderous applause suddenly sounded, and even passers-by couldn't help but applaud.
As a doctor, Qin Fan's greatest joy is seeing patients recover.
It's not an intentional pretense.
This matter is far from over.
Soon, some media reported this matter with "medical ethics" and quickly reprinted it in various media.
It was even reproduced by foreign news media.
In a quaint building in the capital, there is an old-style large courtyard.
A thin old man wearing a long gown and gray hair was pruning a pot of roses.
The wrinkles on the old man's face are like tree bark, engraved with the vicissitudes of time.
"Old man, the newspaper you asked for is here." A middle-aged man whispered.
"Xiao Chen, is there any news about him again?"
"Yes, old man, you will know when you see it."
This old man is Jiang Cheng, the master of Chinese medicine. He is the only one in the whole of China who has the reputation of being the master of Chinese medicine.
He is Jiang Tianrui's father and Qin Fan's grandfather.
Xiao Chen's name is Chen Tu, and he is Jiang Cheng's life secretary. He is in his forties, but in front of the eighty-six-year-old Jiang Cheng, he is no different from a child.
Jiang Cheng washed his hands, took the crutches, walked into the study, and put on his reading glasses.
Chen Tu looked outside to make sure there was no one, and then took out the "Early Beijing News" from his briefcase.
It was the "Medical Ethics" report that was reprinted in the newspaper.
After Jiang Cheng saw it, he was unfazed.
"Old man, there is also a video, do you want to see it?"
Jiang Cheng nodded slightly, and Chen Tu found the video of the emphysema woman through the mobile phone network.
The old man and the young man watched quietly.
From the beginning to the end, Jiang Cheng showed no expression, and Chen Tu was silently observing the old man.
Until Qin Fan only took two eggs and said that they would be delicious if cooked and eaten the next day.
Jiang Cheng's wrinkled face finally showed a smile.
"Xiao Chen, put these away."
"OK!"
Chen Tu skillfully put the newspaper into a file bag on his desk.
Those were actually filled with all the reports and information about Qin Fan since his debut.
"Old man, why didn't Mr. Jiang tell you?"
The Mr. Jiang mentioned by Chen Tu naturally refers to Jiang Tianrui, the current owner of Bian Que Hall.
"He was afraid that an old man like me wouldn't be able to bear the stimulation and would die."
"Old man, you are in good health."
"I have reached the age where I know destiny. I have never experienced anything. Tian Rui feels that he owes this child."
"However, this child's personality is very much like his mother's. The more frustrated he becomes, the stronger he gets."
There was a hint of wisdom in Jiang Cheng's eyes. He had lived for more than eighty years, and he could see the problems sharply.
"This kid probably has a grudge against me..."
"Haha, old man, please relax, blood is thicker than water, Qin Fan is a smart boy, he will figure it out."
"Xiao Chen, you are looking at the problem too simply. He wants to wait for me to go to Linhai in person."
Jiang Cheng said, his old face was not angry, but rather faintly happy.
Chen Tu looked surprised. The master of Chinese medicine is the highest honor.
Even the top few in the Huaxia Kingdom were very polite when they saw Jiang Cheng and even helped him personally.
But Qin Fan is a grandson and wants his grandfather, a master of Chinese medicine, to go to Linhai in person.
The grandfather and grandson really have the same temper, and they are very arrogant at heart.
He brought Jiang Cheng the best brewed Tieguanyin and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Old man, you have been tired of traveling and traveling, and you are getting old..."
"It doesn't matter, my old bones can still bear it. I still have more time, so let this kid sharpen it a little more."
"The ancestor chose him, which shows that he is virtuous and talented. Tianrui is unwilling to force him. Only I, the grandfather, will step forward."
"Speaking of which, it was me, the old man, who was sorry for her mother and made Fang Yatou suffer."
"In the end, he encountered big changes and made him homeless. It's normal for him to feel a little resentful."
At this time, Jiang Cheng wanted to say something more, but Chen Tu quickly waved his hand to stop him.
Someone approached outside, a young man in his thirties.
"Sir, the newspaper you asked for."
The young man respectfully handed over today's newspaper, and it was another "Morning Beijing News".
"Well, Xiao Wu, thank you for your hard work. I ask you to buy it every day."
"It's okay, old man."
Xiao Wu bowed slightly and retreated.
Chen Tu walked to the door and felt relieved when he saw that there were no outsiders.
"There's no such report, right?" Jiang Cheng asked calmly.
Chen Tu looked through it and found that there was really no report on "Medical Ethics".
"well!"
Jiang Cheng sighed, stood up, walked to the rose flower outside the house, and picked up the scissors.
"Xiao Chen, when the flower branch is broken, it needs to be pruned. Sometimes I feel that I can't bear to prune it off on the same branch."
"But the result is that the extra branches affect the entire rose."
After he finished speaking, he cut off the thickest branch with scissors.
For decades, Xiao Wu personally bought the "Morning Beijing News" every time.
Until half a year ago, his son Jiang Tianrui suddenly felt very good.
Only then did he attract Jiang Cheng's attention. As the saying goes, no one knows his son better than his father. How could Jiang Cheng not know Jiang Tianrui's thoughts?
He specifically asked Chen Tu to pay attention and discovered that Qin Fan's grandson was still alive.
At the same time, Jiang Cheng also discovered a problem.
There was such a big incident at Linhai Bian Que Medical Clinic, but the newspapers he read had never reproduced it.
Chen Tu checked again and found that even the network in the room was only an internal network and could not connect to the external network at all.
His son Jiang Tianrui doesn't talk about Qin Fan's affairs, and some people don't want him to know about Qin Fan's affairs.
Bianque Medical Center in Linhai City.
Qin Fan had just finished treating a patient.
His cell phone rang, and he saw it was Li Jingrou from Haizhou calling.
"Brother Qin Fan, do you have time?"
"Caiwei, I have an elder and a younger one. My hair has turned white. Where can I find the time?"
"It's weird to believe you, huh~" Li Caiwei said coquettishly on the phone.
"There is a health care products expo in Jiangdong Province. I am going to go there and take a look. There will be new product launches from other manufacturers at the expo."
"You are the company's health care product consultant and are responsible for formula development, so you and Yulan have to take time to attend with me."
"Where are Sister Mei and Xue'er?"
"They all have things to do, and you are the only one who has the most leisure time."
"Am I still free?...Miss, forget it, I surrender."
Qin Fan wanted to cry but had no tears, and now he wished he had the ability to clone himself, but he was ridiculed by Li Caiwei and turned into an idler.
Li Caiwei over there also guessed Qin Fan's appearance and laughed a few times.
"Brother Qin Fan, it will take about three or four days."
Qin Fan calculated and could barely miss it.
Jokes aside, after taking a 10% stake in a health care product company, he would have to work hard.
The two made an appointment to meet in Yunyang City, the capital of Jiangdong Province.