This matter ended on bad terms, and the losses caused by the fire in their warehouse were quickly made up for, shipments returned to normal, and everything was running smoothly.
After the fire incident, the factory has now reached an extreme level of fire safety, and has also strengthened the walls. If it wants to expand in the future, now it only needs to guard its three-thirds of an acre of land.
Who would have thought that a man would burst in and set the warehouse on fire in the middle of the night?
A few more days passed, and it was still snowy and foggy, and nothing could be seen.
There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. After all, it was snowing heavily and there was a strong wind. Who dared to come out? It was too cold.
The business of their medical clinic is not particularly good. No one has come to see a doctor these days.
Xuanyi Pavilion.
Lin Fei was holding a medical book and looking at the cases inside when his phone rang suddenly. He picked it up and took a look, but he didn't expect it was Murong Fang.
I haven't seen Murong Fang for a long time.
Unexpectedly, he actually called me this time.
"Hey, what's wrong, Fangfang, what's the matter?"
"Of course, Mr. Lin, that's it. My father wants to ask you for a favor."
"You said that as long as I can do whatever I can, I will definitely help you."
"That's great. An old friend of our family is sick. He has advanced gastric cancer."
"Diagnosis and treatment in the hospital is very painful now, and there seems to be no improvement."
"I've seen all the doctors, big and small. He really has no choice but to ask my dad for help, but...he can't do anything. You know Mr. Lin, your medical skills are much better than my dad's.
, so only you can help with this, do you have time?"
Lin Fei thought for a while, of course he had time, and there were far fewer people seeing doctors recently.
In the Xuanyi Pavilion, Ge Xin can now see a doctor, and she can get started, so he can feel at ease.
Even if he goes to northern Beijing, Mr. Wu will still take care of Xuanyi Pavilion.
"Okay, I agree."
"I'll buy you a plane ticket. You can go directly. The plane ticket will be around eight o'clock tomorrow morning. It will be noon by the time you wait."
"Can."
Not even a few minutes after hanging up the phone, Wu Yuci called again. I don’t know what happened.
"Tell me, are you going to Beijing?"
"Why did the news come to you so quickly?"
"Xiao Fei, what are you going to do? Are you going to see that Murong Fang? I knew there must be something going on between you two, and my guess was right."
"No, no, what are you thinking about? How could there be a relationship between the two of us?"
"I do not believe."
"Xiaoyu, we really have something very important to do, because a good friend of their Murong family is seriously ill and now needs treatment."
"The Murong family treats us well, so why don't we also help them? They are in trouble now."
"this……"
"Okay, I understand."
Lin Fei gave some instructions and arranged things in the medical center so that they would have less time.
We went to the airport, got on the plane, and after three hours of journey, we finally arrived in Beijing.
Beijing North Airport.
As soon as he got off the plane, he saw Murong Fang wearing a beautiful pink coat waiting for him there.
He seems to be holding something behind him.
"Fangfang."
Lin Fei shouted.
When Murong Fang heard this familiar voice, Ji Feo turned around and took a look, then ran over very excitedly and hugged Lin Fei's back.
"I miss you so much. Since you left, I have been thinking about you every moment of the day and sending you messages, but you, a dead person, never reply to me unless there is something big."
"Do you really have such a busy day?"
Murong Fang's tone was a little aggrieved, as if Lin Fei had bullied her.
Lin Fei was very innocent, "No, I'm basically replying to your messages. Why don't I reply to your messages? Besides, I'm really busy every day."
"It's almost time. I don't know yet. You must be fooling around with that Wu Yuci every day."
"It has nothing to do with her."
"Oh, do you feel bad? You feel bad when I talk about her."
"No, how could it be?"
Lin Fei shook his head, he had never thought of it that way at all.
Anyway, he didn't have much idea about this matter.
"Let's go quickly. Didn't I say that the friend of the Murong family head is already in danger?"
"Not yet. Just listen to what I'm saying here. I just have stomach cancer. But the experts have no choice but to recover by taking medicine and injections every day. Anyway, it's very painful."
"It's impossible for him to die suddenly in a short while. Let's eat first. You must not have eaten yet today. Let's have lunch first."
"Forehead……"
Lin Fei had a black line on his forehead, so why did he come here in such a hurry? He bought the plane ticket in such a hurry. He thought the patient was about to die.
"I'm really convinced..."
Lin Fei took a breath and realized that he was indeed hungry anyway, so he should finish his meal first.
In fact, he was not particularly calm inside. He was still a little uneasy, not knowing whether he could succeed.
How far has gastric cancer progressed? If it was late stage, there was really nothing he could do.
When this happens, it's very complicated.
If Western medicine cannot help, Chinese medicine may not be able to help.
The Eight Acupuncture of Xuanmen is indeed strange, but it only targets some relatively common diseases. If you are really at your wits' end, then you will be stunned.
Maybe only that legendary formation can completely save him.
In the restaurant, we ordered a few random dishes, and the two of us sat together, chatting and eating.
Murong Fang was so close that she was almost touching Lin Fei.
"Mr. Lin, what have you been doing these days? I heard that you have been staying in the Xuanyi Pavilion and never come out."
"Every day you are treating illnesses and saving people, isn't it?"
Lin Fei thought for a while and said, "More or less, my daily life is actually very simple. If I don't encounter any big problems, I just save people here."
"That's good. I've been working hard to develop new medicinal materials recently."
"Develop?"
Lin Fei frowned. This was the first time he heard Murong Fang say it. It was very strange.
"What do you mean, why do you develop medicines?"
"Oops, I forgot to tell you, Mr. Lin is like this. I studied biological research technology in college, and then I studied medicine with my dad since I was a child."
"Many traditional Chinese medicinal materials have disappeared now because the environment has been greatly affected. I just want to research and use pure natural medicinal materials."