"Haha, Teacher Yin, you must be right to believe that Qin Fan is right. His Chinese medicine clinic has opened from Linhai to Haizhou."
"Oh... I'm promising." Yin Zhiyuan said tremblingly.
A few people chatted while eating, and then they toasted Yin Zhiyuan with boiled water instead of wine.
After dinner, Qin Fan invited Yin Zhiyuan to get in Ling Xiaorui's car, and they returned to Bian Que Medical Clinic.
Pu Chengshuang did not expect that they would go out and bring Yin Zhiyuan with them.
After exchanging pleasantries, Qin Fan carefully diagnosed Yin Zhiyuan.
Asthma is a very difficult disease for both Chinese and Western medicine, and it is indeed not easy to completely cure it.
The main reason is that patients do not adhere to treatment. They often treat the disease when it attacks and stop taking it when it is relieved. This repeated recurrence makes it difficult to recover throughout life.
After Qin Fan went through four diagnoses, he had a judgment in his mind.
"How is it? Qin Fan." Ling Xiaorui asked.
"It's no problem. Teacher Yin's asthma has only been delayed for a long time."
"The main reason is that I didn't receive timely treatment," Qin Fan said.
He glanced at Ling Xiaorui and Jiang Zhengyi, Pu Chengshuang.
Several people remained silent, guessing in their hearts the reason why they were not treated in time.
Yin Zhiyuan and his wife have a very good relationship and are a famous model couple at Agricultural University.
When his wife suffered from cancer, Yin Zhiyuan must have treated her at all costs, which would eventually deplete his family's financial resources.
He didn't care about his illness at all. After losing his wife, he suddenly grew old due to the double emotional and physical torture.
"Teacher Yin, you have heat asthma, so shortness of breath and wheezing are especially obvious in hot seasons."
"You have to insist on taking the medicine. Believe me, you will see significant improvement after one course of treatment." Qin Fan said.
"Okay! I listen to you."
Qin Fan treated Yin Zhiyuan with modified Buzhong Yiqi Decoction.
Since I suffer from heat-induced asthma, I specially add heat-clearing and phlegm-resolving products, such as Radix Adenophora, Ophiopogon japonicus, Lily, etc.
Then he specifically told me to boil it with water and take the medicine one hour after breakfast and dinner.
At the same time, use 40 grams of yam powder every day, divided into two times, brew it with boiling water to make a gruel, add a spoonful of white honey and take it.
Qin Fan was worried that Yin Zhiyuan would forget this, so he wrote down the steps in detail with a pen.
"Qin Fan, how much does it cost? Can I swipe my medical insurance card?" Yin Zhiyuan asked.
"Qin Fan, don't charge Teacher Yin's consultation fee, it will be counted among us." Ling Xiaorui suggested.
"Yes!" Jiang Zhengyi and Pu Chengshuang also nodded.
"I can't do it, I can't do it, so what can I do?" Yin Zhiyuan waved his hands repeatedly.
Qin Fan smiled and patted Yin Zhiyuan's hand.
"Teacher Yin, don't mention the consultation fee, that will make me feel ashamed."
"We are all your students. We are teachers for one day and fathers for life. It is our heart to treat you."
"Don't worry, I'll have someone pick you up every week for follow-up at the hospital."
He looked at Ling Xiaorui, Jiang Zhengyi and Pu Chengshuang.
"Don't worry too much. Don't talk about the consultation fee. Just go and spend time with Teacher Yin when you have time. How about that?"
"Haha, okay, we will listen to your arrangement." Pu Chengshuang said.
Yin Zhiyuan wiped his wet eyes with his hands, and he was moved to tears.
"Qin Fan, Ling Xiaorui, Jiang Zhengyi, Pu Chengshuang, thank you, teacher, for remembering me, teacher."
"Haha, Teacher Yin, I believe other students will be like us when they see it." Qin Fan comforted.
In fact, Yin Zhiyuan knows very well that if a teacher educates people, students will be everywhere.
But in college, you only have four years. After graduation, everyone goes their separate ways, and not many people really remember their teachers.
Later, Qin Fan asked Xiaowen to drive Yin Zhiyuan home.
Haizhou International Airport.
A passenger plane flying from Beijing to Haizhou landed safely.
Three people walked out of the port, led by a man in his thirties.
He has short hair, the collar of his white shirt is slightly open, the cuffs of his shirt are rolled up to the middle of his arms, his eyes are deep and lively, his nose is high, and his dark suit jacket is casually draped on his arms.
The two strong men behind him had huge backs, eyes like eagles, and sharp blades. They were the man's bodyguards at first glance.
"Brother!" Wang Qiang waved to the man.
Also coming with Wang Qiang were Xiao Zhan and Jin Sanshun.
Yes, the person who Wang Qiang personally came to pick up was Wang Yi, the eldest son of the Wang family and one of the four young masters in Beijing.
I met my younger brother Wang Qiang and my cousin Xiao Zhan.
Wang Yi nodded and strode towards the group of people.
"Big cousin." Xiao Zhan smiled.
"Well, let's go, the climate here in Haizhou is pretty good." Wang Yi took the lead and walked forward.
He took a few steps, then suddenly turned back and asked, "Brother, who is this?"
"Brother, this is Jin Sanshun from Boyang Group." Wang Qiang said.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Jin." Wang Yi stopped.
Jin Sanshun was excited and quickly stretched out his hands to hold Wang Yi's hand, "Welcome Mr. Wang to Haizhou."
He felt a little flattered. Wang Yi took the lead and walked forward without paying attention to him at all, which made him feel a little unhappy at being slighted.
But who would have expected that Wang Yi stopped in his tracks and specifically asked to shake hands with him.
"Master Wang, please!" Jin Sanshun made a gesture of invitation diligently.
I thought to myself: "Who said Mr. Wang, the fourth young master in Beijing, is so arrogant but so approachable?"
In fact, this is the ability of Wang Yi, the fourth young master in the Beijing circle, to control people. Just like this, he was completely impressed by Jin Sanshun.
A group of people walked to the parking lot, and Jin Sanshun personally opened the car door for Wang Yi.
He acted as the driver and headed all the way to the villa in the suburbs.
At the same time, Qin Fan was in the medical clinic when he received a call from Xu Hanxiang.
Only after seeing this phone call did Qin Fan think of Fourth Master's urinary stones.
Pick up the sound quickly.
"Brother Qin Fan, where is your medical clinic?" Xu Hanxiang asked on the phone.
"Hanxiang, what's going on on Ping'an Avenue?"
"Why didn't I see it? I found it from beginning to end."
Well, Qin Fan's head was suddenly filled with black lines. No one could be found in such a loud place.
"Hey, you came to Haizhou?" Qin Fan asked.
"Hmm~"
"In the middle section, there is a row of glass walls, which is very eye-catching."
"Okay, then you wait for me."
After a while, a red BMW coupe parked in the parking space.
Xu Hanxiang got out of the car. She had a ponytail and a pair of large sunglasses that covered most of her delicate face.
Short-sleeved leather shorts, mesh high-heeled sandals, and a curvy figure.
She took off her big sunglasses, revealing her extremely beautiful face, and looked at the sign of the medical clinic.
"So this is it." She said to herself.
Yan Biao had noticed her early and was a little shocked. He didn't react until Xu Hanxiang pushed open the glass door.
He quickly opened the door, not daring to look directly, and said politely: "Welcome!"
Xu Hanxiang nodded and walked straight inside.
Haizhou Bianque Medical Center was much bigger than the one in Linhai. Ma Fangfei saw someone coming in.
He hurriedly greeted her, "Miss, are you seeing a doctor?"
Xu Hanxiang was slightly startled, then smiled sweetly, "No, I'm looking for brother Qin Fan."
Well, both Yan Biao and Ma Fangfei were a little stunned.
When did Mr. Qin have a sister?
"Oh, it's Miss Xu. Mr. Qin is in the first office over there." At this time, Xiaowen came over.
"Brother Xiaowen, thank you." Xu Hanxiang said hello to Xiaowen.
When she was in Linhai, Xu Hanxiang was a frequent visitor to Bian Que Medical Clinic. There was a time when she and Ye Daimei went to the medical clinic every day.
After going back and forth, I became very familiar with the people at Linhai Medical Center.
"Brother Wen, this belongs to Mr. Qin...?" Yan Biao asked with some gossip.
"The granddaughter of Mr.'s good friend." Xiao Wen said.
Suddenly, Ma Fangfei and Yan Biao's brains were not enough. Their friend's granddaughter was also called Brother Qin Fan.
What a mess of seniority.
Seeing the two of them looking like this, Xiaowen knew what they were thinking.
I spread my hands, but I don’t know what that means.
"Hanxiang, have your grandfather's urinary stones been passed out?" Qin Fan asked.
"Hee hee, I passed out two pills on the third day after you left." Xu Hanxiang said with a smile.
"Grandpa is fine again now and is full of energy."
"Well, I almost forgot about it." Qin Fan said, "Hey, what are you doing in Haizhou?"
"Guess?" Xu Hanxiang looked around the office like a child.
"I can't read minds." Qin Fan rolled his eyes at the other person.
"Didn't Cai Xiuyuan come to Haizhou? There will be a fan meeting tomorrow." Xu Hanxiang said with a smile.
Uh, Qin Fan was speechless, another star chaser actually chased him from Linhai.
"Brother Qin Fan, can you accompany me?"
Xu Hanxiang walked to Qin Fan's seat, lay down on the table, and looked at Qin Fan expectantly.
She faced Qin Fan in this posture, revealing a hint of white, but she didn't notice that she was slightly exposed.
Qin Fan quickly looked away.
"Is that okay? What if I go alone and get bullied?" she said coquettishly.
Qin Fan's head was full of black lines, he was funny and angry, "You will still be bullied, but if you don't bully others, it's almost the same."
"No, please promise me, okay." Xu Hanxiang continued: "I told grandpa that I will be with you when we come up."
This girl was actually smart enough to move the Fourth Master out.
"Ahem, Hanxiang, please sit down first and then talk."
"Okay, I'll take it as your promise anyway." Xu Hanxiang said happily.