Chapter 585 Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition
"You, why are you here?" Song Wenting came back to her senses and asked with a blush on her face.
But she didn't seem to blame Chen Fan for staring at her.
Only then did Chen Fan react and quickly looked elsewhere: "I suddenly thought of a way to find that girl."
"You mean the girl named Situ Mulan?"
"Yes." Chen Fan nodded.
"That's great. If we can find Situ Mulan, my aunt's illness will hopefully be cured!" Song Wenting was also ecstatic and quickly came to Chen Fan.
"Just tell me what you need me to do. As long as I can do it, I will do my best."
Song Wenting was so happy that she forgot that she was wearing a thin layer of pajamas and stood in front of Chen Fan again.
Chen Fan was caught off guard by the sight of Song Wenting in front of him. He lowered his head, forcing himself not to look at the white snow under Song Wenting's neck.
However, when Chen Fan lowered his head, he saw two long white legs again. For a moment, the vigorous Chen Fan actually shed a trace of nosebleed!
"Pfft!"
Before Chen Fan noticed it, Song Wenting couldn't help laughing.
"What's wrong?" Chen Fan quickly raised his head and asked.
Song Wenting suppressed her laughter and pointed at Chen Fan's nose.
Only then did Chen Fan realize it and hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe it. When he saw the nosebleed on his hand, his cheeks instantly turned red.
"I'm sorry, I, I." Chen Fan wanted to explain, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
"Haha, it seems that I am still charming. At least, I can make you bleed for me." Song Wenting lightly covered her red lips and laughed again.
Seeing Chen Fan making a fool of himself, Song Wenting felt very happy. This also proved that Chen Fan still had feelings for her, otherwise, how could he behave like this?
"Tell me, what do you need me to do?" Song Wenting changed the subject to the topic and handed Chen Fan a tissue.
Chen Fan took it and quickly wiped the nosebleed, and then said: "I want to do a Chinese medicine competition."
"Traditional Chinese medicine competition?" Song Wenting was puzzled.
Chen Fan explained: "That Situ Mulan's grandfather has been collecting prescriptions. Let's hold a traditional Chinese medicine competition. The first place will get a prescription and a bonus of tens of millions. We will vigorously promote it to the whole country and it will definitely spread to their ears.
When the time comes, as long as they come here to compete, we will definitely be able to find them."
"This method is fine. Leave the publicity to me and ensure that every corner of the country knows about this competition we hold." Song Wenting responded.
Chen Fan continued to add: "The prescription is Kangfu Heiling Ointment, because many people know the value of this prescription."
"You want to use the prescription of Kangfu Heiling Ointment?" Song Wenting was a little surprised.
"As long as we can find them, no matter how high the price is, it will be worth it." Chen Fan had obviously made up his mind.
"Okay, I'll make arrangements early tomorrow morning and set the time."
"Next week, we will cover all round-trip air tickets, food and accommodation."
"Usually competitions have organizers. Should we cooperate with a certain hospital? If we in the dark world are the organizers, I'm afraid some traditional Chinese medicine doctors won't dare to come."
Chen Fan nodded.
After all, if you tell others that underground forces hold a traditional Chinese medicine competition, I'm afraid not many people will dare to come here.
"I will take care of this matter. You should do the publicity first." Chen Fan responded.
After talking about the business, Chen Fan quickly walked out of Song Wenting's room without staying long.
Because there was something wrong with the way Song Wenting looked at him just now, he was afraid that Song Wenting would force him to stay in the room for the night.
Although Song Wenting was a little disappointed when she saw Chen Fan leaving the room in a hurry, she was still very happy when she thought of Chen Fan's embarrassment just now.
Back in his room, Chen Fan took out his cell phone and called Zhang Chongshan.
With Zhang Chongshan's connections, he would definitely be able to make an appointment with the leader of a well-known hospital in Kyoto, so that he could discuss this matter with him.
As expected, Chen Fan really found the right person. The next morning, Zhang Chongshan called back and said that he had found the vice president of Beijing Union Medical College Hospital and could contact him directly. He also helped Chen Fan make an appointment.
Meet at noon today.
When he heard that it was Beijing Union Medical College Hospital, Chen Fan's face suddenly lit up with joy.
As one of the top hospitals in Jinghua, being able to cooperate with Jinghua Xiehe, this influence can definitely get twice the result with half the effort.
Zhang Chongshan is very reliable in his work. He even booked a place to eat, which is a three-star Michelin restaurant not far from Jinghua Hospital.
After a little preparation and organizing his plan into documents, Chen Fan and Song Wenting drove to the restaurant together.
Arriving at the box that had been prepared in advance, after waiting for a while, the door of the box was pushed open again.
Seeing an old man in his fifties outside the door, Chen Fan and Song Wenting quickly stood up to greet him.
"Hello, Dean Zhao." Chen Fan reached out his hand and his attitude was very polite.
After all, he was asking for help and wanted to take advantage of Jinghua Xiehe's reputation.
However, what surprised Chen Fan was that after seeing Chen Fan and Song Wenting, the old man at the door frowned slightly and stopped at the door, not wanting to shake hands with Chen Fan.
"Are you the Dr. Chen Fanchen that Zhang Chongshan mentioned?" Zhao Shunchang asked.
Chen Fan nodded and replied: "It's me, I am Chen Fan."
Hearing Chen Fan's answer, Zhao Shunchang's face showed a bit of displeasure: "Is this Zhang Chongshan kidding me? He asked me to talk to a kid about such a big matter. Is this looking down on me?"
Chen Fan explained: "Director Zhao, you have misunderstood. This matter is that I want to cooperate with Beijing Union Medical College Hospital. I just asked Director Zhang to help me connect the dots."
"Just you? Want to hold a traditional Chinese medicine competition with Union Medical College Hospital?" Zhao Shunchang's eyes clearly showed a hint of disdain.
After all, Chen Fan is too young, and there are only two people at today's dinner party, Chen Fan and Song Wenting, which makes Zhao Shunchang feel very unreliable.
"Dean Zhao, as the vice president of Union Hospital, you should know that you should not judge people by their appearance, right?" Song Wenting's face darkened, her queenly aura suddenly rose, and there was a cold look in her eyes.
"Hmph, tell me, I'll give you three minutes. Once the time is up, if the conditions don't impress me, I will leave. Don't say I didn't give Zhang Chongshan face." Zhao Shunchang snorted coldly and sat on the dining chair and said.
Song Wenting had a cold face and was about to step forward to argue, but was stopped by Chen Fan with his hand.
Chen Fan smiled calmly and said: "Dean Zhao, our conditions are very simple. We will provide all the funds for the competition, including bonuses and a prescription."
"Bonus? How much do you plan to pay? One hundred thousand, two hundred thousand?" Zhao Shunchang said disdainfully.
Chen Fan stretched out a finger.
"One million?"
"No, ten million." Chen Fan responded directly.
"What? Ten million?!" Zhao Shunchang, who heard the amount of the bonus, was also shocked by Chen Fan's figure.