"By the way..."
Gu Yuanbai immediately asked again, "Zhang Wenxia's skin laxity syndrome, I heard your treatment for her was also very effective. How is she recovering now?"
"Well, she's recovering quite well."
Wan Yunting nodded and said, "However, using the fumigation therapy with medication requires a certain period of time, about three months. Wenxia's treatment has only been ongoing for a little over half a month, but her skin has already shown significant signs of recovery."
"That's good."
Gu Yuanbai was pleased to hear this and smiled, "I'll have time to see her personally tomorrow. If you truly cure skin laxity syndrome, then you, Wan Yunting, will have made another major breakthrough for our Traditional Chinese Medicine."
"Palmoplantar keratoderma and skin laxity syndrome have always been difficult and complex diseases in the global medical community. Although the number of patients is small, countless medical researchers worldwide have wanted to study and conquer these two diseases, but have never succeeded."
"Now that you, Wan Yunting, have conquered palmoplantar keratoderma, and if you conquer skin laxity syndrome as well, then you will truly become the first person to promote our Traditional Chinese Medicine to the world!" Jiang Yichun pointed at Wan Yunting and said with solemn excitement.
"Elder Jiang, your words are too flattering."
Wan Yunting waved his hands modestly. This title was too high. Even the leading figures in the current Traditional Chinese Medicine community would not dare to claim to be number one.
"Little Wan, you are simply too humble."
Gu Yuanbai smiled and said, "Both Old Jiang and I couldn't claim to have cured these two diseases, but you have a way now. Therefore, this is your capability, and it should be learned by more people."
"Old Wan, be more high-profile," Huang Jingshan teased with a smile.
"Get lost,"
Wan Yunting rolled his eyes at him and then chatted with Gu Yuanbai and Jiang Yichun about the future development of the association, such as dealing with the upcoming suppression from the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Association…
"Yunting..."
At this moment, Han Shumei entered. Upon seeing Gu Yuanbai and Jiang Yichun present, she politely nodded and greeted them, "Dean Jiang, you are here too."
"Oh, aren't you the director of the Children's Welfare Institute? Come to see Little Wan?" Jiang Yichun recognized Han Shumei and knew she was acquainted with Wan Yunting.
"Yes."
Han Shumei smiled and nodded slightly, then went to look at Wan Yunting with concern, "Where are you injured? Is it serious?"
"Sister Han, don't worry, I'm fine." Wan Yunting knew she was worried and shook his head with a smile.
"You, after just returning from the disaster area, you're injured again. I don't dare to tell your Grandma Yan."
Han Shumei gave him a chiding glance. Wan Yunting quickly stopped her, "Sister Han, please don't tell Grandma Yan. I don't want her to worry."
"Don't worry, just focus on recovering from your injuries and don't make us worry." Han Shumei sat by the bed, patted Wan Yunting's arm, and said coquettishly, "Do you hear me?"
"Okay, I understand."
Seeing Han Shumei caring for him like an elder sister, Wan Yunting felt a warmth in his heart.
Recalling something, Han Shumei stood up and glanced at Gu Yuanbai and Jiang Yichun sitting beside him, knowing they likely had something to discuss with Wan Yunting. "Yunting, I came over to get your signature on some donation matters."
As she spoke, Han Shumei opened her briefcase and took out several documents. "These are the documents for your donation to the disaster area. Please check if there are any issues, and if not, sign them. I'll take care of it at the bank later."
"Okay."
Wan Yunting quickly scanned them and then signed his name.
"Little Wan, you're still donating to the disaster area?"
Gu Yuanbai and Jiang Yichun were surprised, as he had already sponsored a sum of funds to the association, donated in the name of the Lingnan Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.
"Yes, this is a donation in the name of the Huadu City Children's Welfare Institute." Wan Yunting said as he signed.
"How much are you donating?" Huang Jingshan asked curiously.
"Three hundred million!"
Han Shumei answered for him.
"Holy cow, three hundred million..."
Miao Yanzheng's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Wan Yunting. He was too generous.
Even Gu Yuanbai and Jiang Yichun were stunned. Wan Yunting had already sponsored a large sum to their association, and now he was giving Han Shumei three hundred million, donated in the name of the Huadu City Children's Welfare Institute for disaster reconstruction.
For a moment, everyone present was filled with confusion. Where did Wan Yunting get so much money?
Didn't his Wan family fall into decline long ago? Even if his second brother, Wan Dongming, was now the chairman of Wang Group, he was merely the chairman of a third-rate group. How could he possibly produce three hundred million to donate so generously to the disaster area?
"I say, Old Wan, are you the illegitimate son of some rich tycoon?" Huang Jingshan looked at him and said.
After signing, Wan Yunting handed the documents back to Han Shumei. Her words made both of them freeze for a moment. He immediately said with a wry smile, "You're the illegitimate son."
"Then where did you get so much money?"
Huang Jingshan glared. Even though his Huang family was a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, and he was considered a minor second-generation rich kid, even their entire Huang family couldn't come up with three hundred million.
After all, hundreds of millions were an astronomical figure for an ordinary person; they couldn't earn that much in a lifetime.
"None of your business."
Wan Yunting rolled his eyes at him and said to Han Shumei with a smile, "Sister Han, you should go back to your work now."
"Okay, focus on recovering. I'll come see you again later."
Han Shumei put the documents back into her briefcase, smiled at him, then bid farewell to Jiang Yichun and the others before leaving.
"Well, Little Wan, when you've recovered, write the papers and insights on palmoplantar keratoderma. We'll be leaving now if there's nothing else," Gu Yuanbai said as he stood up.
They had come to see him and discuss the paper. Seeing Wan Yunting looking lively and well, Gu Yuanbai and the others were relieved.
"Okay, Elder Gu, Elder Jiang, please take care."
Wan Yunting thought about getting up to see them off, but Jiang Yichun stopped him, "Don't get up, just rest well."
"We're leaving..."
Huang Jingshan and Miao Yanzheng waved goodbye to Shen Yingrui and the others and left with the two elders.
It wasn't until six o'clock in the afternoon that Fang Yanxi walked in, carrying a thermal lunch box and a thermos. Seeing Wan Yunting leaning against the head of the bed, holding a notebook and writing with a pen, she asked, "What are you doing?"
Wan Yunting looked up at her, continued writing, and said with a smile, "You're here. I'm writing a paper."
"Paper?"
Fang Yanxi walked over, placed the thermal lunch box and thermos on the small bedside table, and took out the food. She stretched her neck to look. "You haven't even graduated from university, what paper are you writing?"
"Who said I haven't graduated from university."
Wan Yunting turned his head and glanced at her, saying, "I got all those diplomas while I was in prison, okay."
"Yes, you're amazing."
Fang Yanxi opened the soup from the thermos. "Stop writing and eat. My mom made this specifically for you."
"Got it."
Wan Yunting closed the notebook and put it aside, then turned over. His right buttock went numb, and he gasped in pain. Fang Yanxi saw him and asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt somewhere?"
"It's nothing..."
Wan Yunting waved his hand with a wry smile, then took the soup handed to him by the woman, took a sip, and praised, "Mom's cooking is indeed good. This bone broth is really delicious..."
"Tsk, what 'our mom,' she's *my* mom."
Fang Yanxi rolled her eyes at him, pulled up a chair, and sat beside him, watching him eat. She then said, "Did you explain it to her?"
Wan Yunting paused, looked up at her, then nodded and continued eating, saying, "Yes, it's resolved."
Seeing this, Fang Yanxi felt relieved...
"Brother Yunting!"
Suddenly, Su Ke'er appeared at the door of the not-so-closed ward, also holding a lunch box and a thermos...
Wan Yunting, who was eating, was stunned. Fang Yanxi, who was behind him, slowly turned her head to look at Su Ke'er standing at the door, and her eyes immediately darkened.
"You're here too."
Seeing Fang Yanxi present, Su Ke'er did not appear intimidated and walked in confidently. She placed the lunch box and thermos on the table in front of Wan Yunting and said with a smile, "Brother Yunting, this is the dinner and soup I made for you myself..."
Wan Yunting was stunned. Fang Yanxi turned slightly again, watching Su Ke'er busily open the lunch box and thermos to serve him soup, "Here, Brother Yunting, this is the black carp and peanut soup I made. It's helpful for wound healing, try it."
"Oh..."
Wan Yunting reflexively reached out to take the soup handed by Su Ke'er, but in an instant, he felt two icy gazes. His outstretched hand froze, and he subtly turned his head to see Fang Yanxi's face clouded over, her eyes coldly fixed on him.
"Um, Ke'er, please just put it down."
Wan Yunting, who had reacted, immediately withdrew his hand and said with an awkward smile, letting Su Ke'er place the thermos down.
Su Ke'er glanced at Fang Yanxi beside her before putting down the thermos and smiling at Wan Yunting, "Then, Brother Yunting, I'll come see you again tomorrow. I'm leaving."
"Hey, no..."
Wan Yunting, who had reacted, wanted to call her back, but Su Ke'er turned and left the ward directly without giving him a chance.
...Wan Yunting was speechless. He turned to look at Fang Yanxi. Her icy gaze made him tremble.
If looks could kill, Wan Yunting would have died ten thousand times over...