Chen Fan smiled helplessly, "Do I look like a bad guy?"
Rosie's emotions were a bit out of control. She pointed at Chen Fan and said indignantly, "Aren't you? I didn't intentionally frame you, yet you said I was in league with them. You didn't even warn me when my electric scooter was stolen, and now all my things are gone, and my internship opportunity is lost. And you still say you're not a bad guy?!"
Rosie's words left Zhao Qianqian and the others looking surprised and confused, their curious gazes turning to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan felt awkward. He hadn't warned the girl earlier because he genuinely thought they were accomplices. By the time he realized they weren't, the scooter thief was long gone.
"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 other three remained puzzled, feeling that Chen Fan and this girl named Rosie seemed to have an unusual relationship.
"You, you can let me stay?" Rosie frowned, looking at Chen Fan incredulously.
Zhao Qianqian explained, "Of course. Because he is the chief of surgery at our hospital."
Rosie's beautiful eyes widened instantly, and she scrutinized Chen Fan in front of her, disbelievingly.
"Alright, it's getting late. You take them to familiarize themselves with the hospital, I'm leaving now," Chen Fan instructed. He didn't say anything further to Rosie and turned to leave the hospital.
Rosie only snapped back to reality from her shock after Chen Fan's figure had already disappeared at the entrance of the outpatient hall.
"Let's go, I'll show you around the hospital," Zhao Qianqian ordered.
Then, she led the group towards the hospital's surgical outpatient department.
In a presidential suite of a five-star hotel in Jiangcheng City.
Peng Wenjun and Xue Yang, dressed in suits, sat there. Opposite them sat a middle-aged man.
"Vice President Lian, you said you had good news for us. What is it?" Xue Yang asked.
The middle-aged man sitting before them was none other than Lian Wenxin from the psychiatric hospital.
Lian Wenxin smiled obsequiously, "Mr. Peng, Mr. Xue, after you called me this morning, I've been trying to find a way. Coincidentally, after Chen Fan arrived at the hospital, they assigned him several interns, and he took them to the operating room."
"And then?" Xue Yang, unwilling to listen to useless details, asked directly.
Lian Wenxin replied, "Mr. Xue, then I secretly sneaked into Chen Fan's consultation room and found this in his cabinet."
"But I was afraid he would find out, so I only took pictures and didn't dare to take it out."
As he spoke, Lian Wenxin handed his phone to Xue Yang.
Xue Yang took Lian Wenxin's phone and looked at the two photos on it. They showed the names of several Chinese medicinal herbs, seemingly a prescription.
"This is? A prescription?" Xue Yang's expression faltered, appearing somewhat surprised.
Lian Wenxin shook his head, "I wasn't sure, so I hurried over to ask you to take a look and see if it's what you're looking for."
Peng Wenjun took the phone and looked. He was quite familiar with the ingredients of some Chinese medicines.
"Chonglou, Wulingzhi, Jianghuang, Taoren, Honghua, Danshen, Chuanxiong..."
"The herbs in this prescription are all for treating bruises and promoting blood circulation. Could this be the prescription for Kangfu Heiliao Paste?" Peng Wenjun was also unsure.
Just then, Xue Yang suddenly thought of something. "Mr. Peng, I just remembered something."
Peng Wenjun looked at Xue Yang curiously.
Xue Yang explained, "Recently, I heard from a friend that someone has been secretly acquiring the herb Chonglou in Jiangcheng. At the time, they even asked me if I had any stock."
"You know, I usually dabble in some medicinal herbs, so I sold all my stock, and the price wasn't low either. It was the highest price in recent years."
"Someone is buying Chonglou in large quantities?!" Hearing this, Peng Wenjun was stunned.
He then flipped through another photo. "What about natural牛黄 (Niúhuáng)? Is someone buying that too?"
Xue Yang nodded. "Yes, someone is buying it! Also in Jiangcheng!"
"Hahaha!" Suddenly, Peng Wenjun couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Xue Yang was confused. "Mr. Peng, what are you laughing at?"
Peng Wenjun ignored Xue Yang and looked at Lian Wenxin opposite him.
Then, he waved his hand at Xue Yang, gesturing for him to hand Lian Wenxin a check for two million. "Vice President Lian, this is for your gratitude. The item you brought is very useful to us."
Lian Wenxin's eyes lit up at the sight of the check, and a smile never left his face. He thanked them excitedly, "You're welcome, you're welcome! Mr. Peng, Mr. Xue, if you need any more help, just say the word. If I, Lian Wenxin, can do it, I will go all out."
Peng Wenjun nodded slightly. "Vice President Lian, we have some matters to discuss here. I will definitely treat you to a meal another day to express my gratitude."
Lian Wenxin understood that this was a polite dismissal. He had no intention of staying long and excitedly stood up, holding the check.
After bidding farewell to the two, he left the presidential suite directly.
"Mr. Peng, what exactly were you laughing at just now? Why did you give him a two-million check?" Xue Yang still didn't understand.
Peng Wenjun's lips curved into an arc. "What's two million? I can tell you that soon, we will have tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of two millions sent to our hands!"
Hearing this, Xue Yang was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
After Chen Fan left the hospital, he picked up Qin Shuran downstairs. They had a casual lunch outside before returning to the hospital.
However, as the two of them arrived at the hospital entrance, a familiar figure was standing at the entrance, waiting for them.
"Chen Fan." Seeing Chen Fan's car, the figure quickly walked over.
"Director Chang." Chen Fan was somewhat surprised. The person who had arrived was none other than Chang Qing, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
Chen Fan held his breath and observed Chang Qing's liver. He found that the man's liver cirrhosis had completely recovered.
He smiled calmly. "Director Chang, judging by your complexion, your illness seems to have fully recovered."
Chang Qing, with a grateful expression, teased, "It's all thanks to you. Thinking back now, I still have lingering fears. If I hadn't been lucky enough to meet you, I would probably be dead by now."
Chen Fan asked, "Director Chang, why are you looking for me?"
Chang Qing didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Chen Fan, do you have time this afternoon? A friend of mine is seriously ill, and I'd like you to come and take a look."
Fearing Chen Fan might refuse, Chang Qing added, "He's a very good friend of mine, and also the largest supplier of medicinal herbs in Jiangcheng. You've met him before, it's Boss Yin Ruiping of Shenzhitang from last time."
"It's him?" Chen Fan certainly remembered. He had bought his medicinal herbs from Shenzhitang several times and had received many discounts from him.