On the way back, Han Lang was still bothered by Tang Haoran's deliberate act of sending Sun Liansheng away. He felt a bit guilty. After several attempts to speak, he finally decided to open up and talk to Sun Liansheng.
"Elder Sun, Brother Tang asked you to see Old Liu earlier just to deliberately send you away. But he meant no harm, so don't overthink it."
"I know."
Sun Liansheng's reply was very calm, but Han Lang was exceptionally surprised.
"You know?"
Sun Liansheng chuckled.
"If I couldn't see through his clumsy acting, wouldn't these past few decades have been lived in vain?"
"Then you're not angry?"
"Why should I be angry?"
Sun Liansheng's rhetorical question confused Han Lang.
"You are good friends! Him deliberately sending you away is to conceal something. Not being able to be open and honest is disloyalty to a friend. Doesn't that make you angry?"
"Heh heh.."
Sun Liansheng smiled, then said.
"Since that's the case, now that you know, why don't you tell me!"
"That won't do!"
Han Lang immediately refused.
"Talking about this kind of thing won't do you any good!"
Sun Liansheng, hearing this, pretended to be pushy and said.
"Then aren't you being disloyal to me by not telling me?"
Han Lang immediately got agitated.
"This is for your own good! Don't be ungrateful. If I weren't afraid of you feeling upset, I wouldn't be talking to you about this. You're taking kindness for granted! This is for protection, do you understand?"
"Thank you! Then, in your opinion, was Old Tang's purpose in deliberately sending me away the same as yours?"
Han Lang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.
"So, young sir. Although your medical skills are superb, your experience is still insufficient."
"The most fundamental thing between friends is mutual trust. Who doesn't have their own private secrets? Not saying something doesn't mean deliberate concealment, nor does it mean ill intent."
"Just as we discussed, it could be for protection, or there might truly be difficulties. We can't be too rigid about it."
"Take yourself for example! At such a young age, you not only master the 'Shen Nong Eighteen Needles' but are also thoroughly familiar with the 'Shen Xi Hand,' and can even achieve the needle-less realm that everyone yearns for. Do you think I wouldn't be curious about these things?"
"Of course, I'm curious!"
"But I won't pry. Because I know this is not only protection for myself but also for you."
"Between friends, one should consider issues from the other's perspective. This is also the fundamental reason why I'm not angry! Do you understand now?"
After listening to this, Han Lang felt a sense of emotion, and his view of Sun Liansheng began to change.
"I've realized you're a wolf in sheep's clothing! You always pretend to be honest and kind, but in reality, your mind is as clear as a mirror, and you understand everything. You old rascal are truly wicked! I'll have to stay away from you in the future!"
"Hahaha,"
Han Lang's teasing made Sun Liansheng laugh heartily.
"To be called an 'old rascal' by the young sir, it seems I'm truly incorrigible!"
Han Lang couldn't help but chuckle along.
"Indeed!"
"Then, young sir, would you like this old rascal to take you back to the Tianyi Pavilion or directly home?"
Han Lang checked the time.
"Let's go home. They should be off work by now."
Sun Liansheng acknowledged and immediately instructed the driver to head towards Han Lang's home.
Upon returning home, Han Lang saw Luo Jiaying sitting alone on the sofa, eating potato chips and watching a drama.
"Why are you eating such junk food? Haven't you had dinner?"
"I have, I was just craving it."
Luo Jiaying said, but her eyes remained fixed on the TV. It wasn't until Han Lang was about to turn back to his room that she called out to him, as if she had just remembered something.
"By the way, Brother Han Lang, I have something to tell you."
Han Lang immediately stopped and turned back to ask.
"What is it?"
Luo Jiaying gestured for Han Lang to come and sit, and then said earnestly.
"Brother Han Lang, you weren't at the clinic today, so Wang Fang jie and I weren't busy. We sat there together researching Qingtian Hospital and discovered a very serious problem?"
"What problem?"
Luo Jiaying continued.
"Although our Tianyi Pavilion has quite a few patients now, the impact on Qingtian Hospital seems to be not very significant."
"No way? How could that be?"
Han Lang looked disbelieving.
"Haven't I treated many of Qingtian Hospital's inpatients, and they've returned home to recuperate? Wouldn't the absence of so many patients affect them?"
"Yes! That's what we thought too, but when we asked today, we found out that things are not at all as we imagined."
Luo Jiaying paused and explained carefully.
"We did treat many inpatients from Qingtian Hospital, but for these patients, their conditions have only significantly improved, not completely cured. While the patients are still weak, a large portion of their family members, for the sake of safety, still choose to have them continue recuperating at Qingtian Hospital. After all, they have nurses to help care for them and advanced medical equipment."
"On the other hand, since we only treat illnesses and don't sell medicine, our impact on Qingtian Hospital's drug sales is also negligible. It has even made their traditional Chinese medicine counter more profitable than before. Because it's nearby, many patients leave our clinic and immediately go to Qingtian Hospital to get their prescriptions."
"So, Brother Han Lang, almost half a month has passed, and our situation is very urgent. You need to think of a solution!"
Han Lang listened with a solemn expression.
He had initially thought that by simply opposing Qingtian Hospital and treating all their patients, the hospital would naturally collapse. What he hadn't expected was that the hospital's recuperation services and medicine sales could still support its profitability, which made him frown.
"Then what do you think should be done?"
Hearing this question, Luo Jiaying became a bit hesitant. She blinked her big eyes and said innocently.
"Brother Han Lang, Wang Fang jie was afraid you would be angry, so she didn't let me say it. But I think what she said makes a lot of sense. You have to promise not to be angry, and then I'll tell you!"
Han Lang, who was at a loss, couldn't afford to worry about anything else at this moment.
"If you have an idea, just say it! Even if it's not perfect, it's still a good intention. How could I be angry?"
Luo Jiaying then spoke.
"Wang Fang jie said you are too kind. You open a clinic, and the consultation fees are whatever people can afford, even if it's not enough to cover expenses. You also refuse to sell medicine! If you had your own medical team and pharmacy like other hospitals, not only would the problems be solved, but your income would also skyrocket."
"Moreover, Wang Fang jie also said something that I think makes a lot of sense!"
"What did she say?"
"'Poverty breeds cunning, wealth breeds benevolence!' Why do many doctors choose to degenerate into prioritizing money over virtue? It's because they lack money! Of course, Gou Xingzhi is an exception!"
"So, she believes that only by earning money ourselves can we have the greater ability to lead more people to become good doctors. This is also a way to promote traditional Chinese medicine!"
"Boom!"
Luo Jiaying's words deeply moved Han Lang, especially the last sentence, which left him pondering for a long time.
He had already decided to carry out the mission of promoting traditional Chinese medicine on behalf of Shen Nong Tian Yi. But who said promoting traditional Chinese medicine must be about having disciples all over the world? Spreading it everywhere could also be a good method!
"It makes sense! I'll think about it carefully and come up with a plan tomorrow!"
"Mhm! Brother Han Lang is the best! Keep it up!"
Luo Jiaying's encouragement warmed Han Lang's heart.
"Thank you! It's getting late, you should get some sleep."
"Mhm, I'll go after I finish this episode. You go to sleep first, goodnight Brother Han Lang!"
Seeing Luo Jiaying so engrossed, Han Lang could only say "Goodnight!" and then returned to his room.