Chen Fan smiled helplessly: "Am I so like a bad person?"
Luo Qianqian lost control of her emotions. She pointed at Chen Fan and said dissatisfied: "Isn't it true? I didn't deliberately frame you. You actually said that I was with them. You didn't even remind me that my battery car was stolen.
Even my things were stolen, and even my internship opportunity was gone, and you still say you’re not a bad person?!”
Luo Qianqian's words made Zhao Qianqian and others look surprised and confused, and they looked at Chen Fan curiously.
Chen Fan was embarrassed for a while. He didn't remind the girl before and he really thought they were accomplices. When he later found out that they were not, the person who stole the battery car had already disappeared.
"Ahem." Chen Fan coughed a few times and looked at Zhao Qianqian: "Qianqian, let her stay. I know the reason why she was late this morning."
Zhao Qianqian nodded.
Zhu Shang and the others still looked puzzled. They always felt that the relationship between Chen Fan and this girl named Luo Qianqian was not simple.
"You, can you let me stay?" Luo Xixi frowned and looked at Chen Fan in disbelief.
Zhao Qianqian explained: "That's natural, because he is the surgical director of our hospital."
Luo Xixi's beautiful eyes suddenly widened and she looked at Chen Fan in front of her in disbelief.
"Okay, it's getting late. You take them to get familiar with the hospital, and I'll go back first." Chen Fan confessed, without saying anything more to Luo Qianqian, and turned around and left the hospital.
Luo Qianqian finally recovered from the shock, but Chen Fan's figure had already disappeared from the door of the outpatient hall.
"Let's go, I'll take you to get familiar with the hospital." Zhao Qianqian ordered.
Then, he led everyone to the surgical clinic of the hospital.
A five-star hotel in Jiangcheng City, in the presidential suite.
Peng Wenjun and Xue Yang were sitting there in suits and ties. Opposite them, a middle-aged man sat.
"Vice Dean Lian, you said you have good news for us. What good news is it?" Xue Yang asked.
The middle-aged man sitting in front of them was none other than Lian Wenxin from the mental hospital.
Lian Wenxin smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Peng, Mr. Xue, after you called me this morning, I have been thinking of a way, but just in time, after Chen Fan arrived at the hospital, the hospital arranged several interns for him.
He took the intern to the operating room."
"Then what?" Xue Yang asked directly as if he didn't want to hear these useless words.
Lian Wenxin responded: "Mr. Xue, then I sneaked into Chen Fan's clinic and found this thing in the cabinet of his clinic."
"But I was afraid that he would find out, so I took a photo and didn't dare to show it."
With that said, Lian Wenxin handed the phone to Xue Yang.
Xue Yang took Lian Wenxin's cell phone and looked at the two photos on the phone. There were several names of Chinese medicines written on them, which seemed to be a prescription.
"Is this a prescription?" Xue Yang looked startled, looking a little surprised.
Lian Wenxin shook his head: "I'm not sure, so I came over quickly to see if it's what you want."
Peng Wenjun took the phone and looked at it. He was quite familiar with the ingredients of some traditional Chinese medicines.
"The medicinal materials in this prescription are all used to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis for the treatment of bruises and bruises. Is this the prescription for Healing Heiling Ointment?" Peng Wenjun was also a little unsure.
At this moment, Xue Yang suddenly thought of something: "Mr. Peng, something suddenly rang out to me."
Peng Wenjun looked at Xue Yang doubtfully.
Xue Yang explained: "During this period, I heard from my friend that someone here in Jiangcheng has been secretly purchasing the medicinal material Chonglou. At that time, he asked me if there was any stock here."
"As you know, I usually like to stock up on some medicinal materials, so I sold out all the stocks in my hand, and the price is not low, it is the highest price in recent years."
"Someone is buying up heavy buildings in large numbers?!" Peng Wenjun was startled when he heard this.
Then he looked at another photo: "Where's the natural bezoar? Is someone buying it too?"
Xue Yang nodded: "Yes, someone is buying it! It's also in Jiangcheng!"
"Hahaha!" Suddenly, Peng Wenjun couldn't help laughing.
Xue Yang was confused: "Mr. Peng, why are you laughing?"
Peng Wenjun ignored Xue Yang and looked at Lian Wenxin opposite.
Then, he waved his hand to Xue Yang and asked Xue Yang to hand Lian Wenxin a check for two million: "Vice Dean Lian, this is a thank you to you. This thing you brought is of great significance to us."
Very useful.”
Lian Wenxin's eyes lit up when he saw the check, and the smile on his face couldn't stop at all: he said excitedly and gratefully: "You're welcome, you're welcome! Mr. Peng, Mr. Xue, if you two have anything else to do, just say
, I, Lian Wenxin, can do it and I will try my best."
Peng Wenjun nodded slightly: "Vice Dean Lian, we still have some things to discuss here. I will treat you to dinner someday to express my gratitude."
Even Wenxin understood that this was an eviction order given to him, and he had no intention of staying here for a long time. He excitedly stood up with the check.
After saying goodbye to the two of them, he left the presidential suite directly.
"Mr. Peng, what were you laughing at just now? Why did you ask me to give him a check for two million?" Xue Yang still didn't understand.
The corner of Peng Wenjun's mouth curled up: "What's two million? I can tell you that soon, we will have thousands or even tens of thousands of two million delivered to us!"
Hearing this, Xue Yang was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
After Chen Fan came out of the hospital, he went downstairs to pick up Qin Shuran. The two had some lunch outside before returning to the hospital.
But when the two of them arrived at the door of the hospital, a familiar figure was standing at the door waiting for them.
"Chen Fan." Seeing Chen Fan's car, the figure quickly came up to meet it.
"Director Chang." Chen Fan was a little surprised. The person who came was none other than Chang Qing, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
Chen Fan held his breath and took a look at Chang Qing's liver, and found that Chang Qing's cirrhosis had completely recovered.
Smiling calmly: "Director Chang, look at your complexion, your illness seems to have been completely cured."
Chang Qing joked with a grateful face: "It's all thanks to you. Now that I think about it, I still have lingering fears. If I hadn't been lucky enough to meet you, I would have died long ago."
Chen Fan asked: "Director Chang came to see me for something?"
Chang Qing didn't show off and said directly: "Chen Fan, are you free this afternoon? A friend of mine is seriously ill and I would like you to come over and take a look at him."
Afraid that Chen Fan would disagree, Chang Qing said again: "He is a very good friend of mine and the largest supplier of medicinal materials in Jiangcheng. You have also met this person. He is the boss Yin Ruiping who visited Zhitang last time."
"Is it him?" Of course Chen Fan remembered that he had bought his medicinal materials from Shenzhitang several times and had given him many discounts.