Chang Jun left, followed by the guards, leaving only three people in the room.

Seeing that Tang Jingjing was still tied to the hospital bed, Meng Yan walked over and helped her untie her hands and feet.

Li Qin took the opportunity to ask: "Teacher Meng, where is your hometown?"

"Sister Li, do you want to find that old Taoist priest?"

Li Qin nodded: "Jingjing's illness has not recovered yet. I want to visit the old gentleman and ask him to write some words."

"He's dead."

"Huh?" Li Qin was stunned.

Meng Yan repeated: "The old Taoist priest is dead."

Li Qin panicked instantly.

The old Taoist priest died, what should we do about Jingjing's illness?

Meng Yan said: "My family has a good relationship with the old Taoist priest. His funeral affairs are all taken care of by my family. There are also several calligraphy works of the old Taoist priest at home."

Li Qin was overjoyed when she heard this and said quickly: "Teacher Meng, please save Jingjing."

Meng Yan pondered, thinking: There is no problem in saving Jingjing, but the question is how much money will you give? Sister Li, your attitude of not talking about money makes me don't know how to answer the question.

If I say no, my conscience will hurt.

Save me. What should I do if you don't give me the money?

Meng Yan found that he was really not a business material and was too thin-skinned. He was fine with strangers, but he couldn't help but lose face in front of acquaintances and was embarrassed to ask for money.

"Don't worry, I will help Jingjing." Meng Yan promised.

Li Qin was overjoyed when she heard this and thanked her repeatedly: "Teacher Meng, I will transfer 100,000 yuan to you first. Please pay more attention to Jingjing's illness. When Jingjing's illness is cured, I will thank you again."

"

The Tang family is in business, and Li Qin is also very understanding of people and the world.

As long as they can save Jingjing, they don't mind spending money.

After that, she dug out Meng Yan's account number and transferred 100,000 directly.

"Oh my, sister Li, you are so polite." Meng Yan smiled brightly, saying polite words, and felt happy in his heart. He moved his hands without any slowness and directly collected the money.

He figured it out.

What dignity do poor people want?

If someone is willing to give it, then take it quickly!

This trip was not in vain.

One hundred thousand yuan is just drizzle in the eyes of rich people, but in Meng Yan's eyes, it is two years' income.

Target million deposit, completion rate 10%.

Grinning.

The three of them were chatting in the room. After a while, Chang Jun came back.

Seeing the disappointed expression on his face, Meng Yan knew that the experiment must have failed.

"I asked someone to do a test, and it really didn't work." Chang Jun was extremely puzzled. He looked over the calligraphy works in his hand repeatedly, and couldn't figure it out. "It's obviously effective for Jingjing, so why doesn't it work for others?"

Meng Yan said: "This matter is relatively metaphysical. Since it is metaphysics, it cannot be speculated with common sense. I brought two works here, but unfortunately one of them was torn up by Dr. Chang."

Chang Jun was embarrassed.

"This set of calligraphy is worth 100,000 yuan. You can tear it off 100,000 yuan in one go." Meng Yan was almost saying clearly, Chang Jun, you have to pay for it!

"Is it so expensive?" Chang Jun was at a loss, as if he was a naughty kid who broke the Maybach. He was lawless beforehand and turned into a coward immediately afterward. He said nervously: "It's just a piece of text, it shouldn't be so expensive. We can do it again.

Ask an old Taoist priest to write it."

"The old Taoist priest is dead," Meng Yan said. "The existing works are all the legacy of the old Taoist priest, one less than one."

"Dead?" Chang Jun was stunned.

"Yes, the old Taoist priest died, and the works he left behind are limited. Therefore, what you tear up is not the words, but the elixir of cure, the dream of recovery, and the hope of the patient's family..."

This theme was so elevated that Chang Jun almost cried.

"As for the issue of compensation, let's go to your office to talk. Don't disturb Jingjing's rest in the ward." After saying that, Meng Yan turned and walked to the duty office, and Chang Jun followed helplessly.

When he arrived at the duty room, Chang Jun said: "I didn't know that calligraphy can cure diseases before. Seeing you tinkering in front of Jingjing, I was worried that it would affect the patient. It was wrong of me to tear off your things, but you did it without saying hello.

There is a reason for being in a mental ward."

Meng Yan did not answer the topic.

The so-called claim is actually just a complaint.

There is no need to offend Chang Jun because of this matter. On the contrary, building a good relationship with Chang Jun will help him make more money.

"How many patients like Jingjing and Xiaofeng are there?" he asked.

Chang Jun said truthfully: "I have treated a dozen patients in total."

The number of people could not be said to be too many, nor could it be said to be too few.

Meng Yan: "How is your family situation?"

"Of course there are rich and poor." Chang Jun vaguely guessed Meng Yan's thoughts and asked, "Do you want to make money?"

"Isn't it possible?" Meng Yan asked.

Chang Jun said quickly: "Of course you can. It is only natural that you charge for medical treatment."

Meng Yan: "I still have some works by old Taoist priests in my hands. At present, I don't know whether calligraphy can completely cure patients. I want to try it first. After I know it, we can cooperate."

After Chang Jun heard this, he also felt that there was something very wrong with this matter.

"I have to go to work in the afternoon, so I'll leave first. If you need anything, call me." It was getting late, and the trip was fruitful. Meng Yan said goodbye and left.

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…

After having lunch outside, Meng Yan went to the company to clock in for work.

When Xiao Xueliang saw Meng Yan, he smiled happily and said, "Xiaofeng's situation is very good. Thank you very much."

Meng Yan asked: "Have you recovered?"

Xiao Xueliang said solemnly: "Not yet. Xiaofeng said there are still things in his mind and they have not completely disappeared."

Meng Yan: "I will give you another piece of calligraphy tomorrow. You can take it back and show it to Xiaofeng."

"Thank you." Xiao Xueliang was so moved.

9pm.

Meng Yan went home directly after get off work.

After arriving home, he slipped back into his room, took out his jade pendant, and began to fall into a deep sleep.

In four hours, 6 points of mental strength were restored.

【Mental Power:12/13】

Feeling that his mental state was okay, Meng Yan spread out the rice paper and wrote the extraordinary "Heart Sutra".

Writing consumes a full 10 points of mental energy.

After finishing writing, he fell into great fatigue again.

View the data panel.

【Mental Power:2/13】

【Extraordinary calligraphy:25/1600】

"My mental strength is not enough." Meng Yan returned to the bedroom and fell into deep sleep again.

Six hours later, his mental strength returned to 11 o'clock.

Look at the time, it's eight o'clock in the morning.

Today is Saturday, and I have to clock in at nine o'clock.

Meng Yan quickly went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up.

After getting dressed, he skipped breakfast as usual, went all the way to the company, and handed Xiao Xueliang the "Heart Sutra" he wrote last night.

At present, he doesn't know whether extraordinary calligraphy can completely cure patients. He plans to test it on Xiao Yufeng and Tang Jingjing first. After he knows it in his mind, it will be time to show off his grand plans.

He believes that a million-dollar deposit is not far away.

Even if he can't be completely cured, just by controlling the disease, he can't make money.

In fact, if it cannot be completely cured, it can actually make more money.

American pharmaceutical companies do not like to develop drugs that completely cure diseases, because if they are completely cured, patients will not buy the medicine, and it is a one-time deal; they like to develop drugs that control the disease - they can cure, but they cannot completely cure the patient.

Forced to keep buying medicines to make huge profits.

Very dirty.
Chapter completed!