Chen Fan, who was about to open the door, stopped, looked at the people chasing behind him, and asked: "Manager Zhao, do you have anything else to do?"
The faces of Zhao Zhihong and others had long since lost the cynicism they had before. Now they all had flattering smiles on their faces. Everyone took out a business card and handed it to Chen Fan, with a very respectful attitude.
"Mr. Chen, this is our business card. I'm really sorry for how offensive I was just now. We apologize to you."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Chen is a talented person. You can tell at a glance that he is not an ordinary person. His luck is simply unbelievable."
"If there is anything that needs Big Brother in the future, Mr. Chen can call me directly and I will definitely help Mr. Chen solve it."
Seeing the people in front of him turning their heads faster than flipping through a book, Chen Fan was amused.
However, since this was the property of the Qin family, Chen Fan didn't say much. He put away these people's business cards, got in the car and left.
"These people really talk about people and ghosts. It's disgusting to watch." After leaving, Qin Shuran looked at Zhao Zhihong and others in the rearview mirror, with a look of disgust on her face.
This is also the reason why she doesn't like doing business and wants to go into medicine instead.
Because she knows that what doctors face every day is the real world, unlike those businessmen who live in illusions and calculations every day.
Chen Fan smiled calmly: "If you meet this kind of people often, you will get used to them."
Qin Shuran looked at Chen Fan, seeming to remember something, and asked curiously: "How did you know that there was jade in that rough stone just now?"
Chen Fan responded helplessly: "I don't know, I just chose it randomly."
"Is it really relying on your luck?" Qin Shuran looked at Chen Fan doubtfully.
"Then what else can we rely on? Do you believe that there are clairvoyants in this world? If that's true, I'm afraid I'll have nosebleeds every day." Chen Fan secretly glanced at Qin Shuran's straight chest.
Qin Shuran's little face immediately turned red. She hurriedly covered her chest with her arms and cursed: "Rogue!"
After Chen Fan's teasing, Qin Shuran didn't ask any more questions.
Soon, the two drove towards the mental hospital. When they passed a bank, they also withdrew 50,000 yuan in cash.
"I'll go find Dr. Zheng and give him the 50,000 yuan, otherwise he may not be able to work peacefully these days." Chen Fan said to Qin Shuran after getting off the car.
"Oh, you, the chief of surgery, are really great. Anyone who becomes a doctor under you is simply the happiest thing." After saying that, Qin Shuran walked into the outpatient hall.
Chen Fan always felt that there was something in Qin Shuran's words just now, but when he saw that Qin Shuran had walked away, he did not chase after her, but walked towards Zheng Hairong's clinic.
At this time, Zheng Hairong was checking the patient's medical records in the clinic.
Hearing someone knocking on the door, he looked up at the door.
"Director Chen." Zheng Hairong looked a little confused when he saw Chen Fan.
Chen Fan saw that Zheng Hairong's face was still a little ugly, so he smiled and shook his head and walked into the consulting room.
"Director Chen, is something wrong?" Zheng Hairong asked.
Chen Fan responded: "It was still in the morning."
Zheng Hairong sighed helplessly: "If you lose, you will lose. I have no choice. Who told me to be greedy for petty gains? My son wants to buy a house when he gets married. Money is already tight, but I didn't expect to lose another 50,000 yuan. Alas, no
If you mention it, consider it a lesson learned."
Just as Zheng Hairong finished speaking, Chen Fan placed five bundles of 10,000 banknotes on Zheng Hairong's table.
Seeing the money, Zheng Hairong was shocked: "Director Chen, what do you mean?"
Then his face darkened: "Director Chen, although I am short of money, I will not ask for your money. Are you looking down on me?"
Chen Fan smiled and shook his head and explained: "Dr. Zheng, you misunderstood. I have just graduated and have little money. How could I give you money?"
Zheng Hairong didn't believe it: "Director Chen, don't think I don't know. The car you drive is an M730 Yaoying Edition worth millions. Are you humiliating me by telling me that you are as broke as me?"
Chen Fan was stunned and looked at Zheng Hairong in astonishment. He did not expect that Zheng Hairong actually knew about the m730 Yaoying version of this car.
"They usually like to study cars the most. When they saw your m730 with the 530 tail mark, they recognized it at a glance." Zheng Hairong said again.
Chen Fan suddenly realized and sighed helplessly. It seemed that he was pretending to be fake again. In fact, he really wanted to keep a low profile.
Zheng Hairong looked at Chen Fan seriously: "Director Chen, I know you mean well, but we are colleagues. If you do this, we will no longer be able to get along with each other in the future. This is also an insult to my character. Do you understand? Money, you still
Take it back."
"Dr. Zheng, you really misunderstood."
Chen Fan recounted what he encountered when he went out today.
Zheng Hairong listened, his jaw almost dropped to the ground with his mouth open.
"Director Chen, are you telling the truth? Did that old man give you the money?" Zheng Hairong asked with a look of astonishment on his face.
Chen Fan took out his mobile phone and found out today's bank account records.
Zheng Hairong took a look and saw that half a million yuan had indeed been credited to the account. In addition, the appearance of the old man Chen Fan just described was basically the same as the old man he met today. Zheng Hairong's eyes widened in excitement.
"Director Chen, you, you are really amazing!" Zheng Hairong stood up excitedly, and even didn't know how to describe it.
If it weren't for Chen Fan's transfer record and description, no one would believe it if he told it.
"Actually, it's nothing. I'm just trying to treat others in their own way, and I also want you to work well without distractions." Chen Fan said.
As the chief of surgery, Chen Fan naturally hopes that all doctors can devote themselves to their work.
"Director Chen, thank you very much! Don't worry, I will work hard in the future." Zheng Hairong shook Chen Fan's hand gratefully.
"Doctor, doctor!" However, at this moment, an old couple and a young man and woman rushed into the consulting room with a three-year-old child in their arms.
They happened to see Chen Fan, who was dressed in casual clothes, and Zheng Hairong, who was wearing a white coat, shaking hands. Especially the eye-catching fifty thousand yuan on the table made these people stunned.
"What's wrong with the child?" Zheng Hairong didn't notice the expressions of the two people, but walked over quickly.
And asked the uncle and aunt to lay the child flat on the hospital bed in the consulting room, intending to conduct further examinations.
The child's father quickly said: "Doctor, we don't know what's going on. When we got up this morning, the child was very lethargic. He vomited whatever he ate. He also felt dizzy and had a headache. He kept crying. We thought he had a cold, but in his teens,
Minutes ago, the child suddenly fainted, so we rushed the child to the hospital."