Chen Fan nodded affirmatively, "Auntie, it's true."
"But, but many experts said there's no hope of a cure," the middle-aged woman said, confused. She wasn't sure if she should trust the young Chen Fan in front of her.
"Mom, you have to believe my class monitor," Du Jiaojiao quickly said to the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman looked at her daughter and finally nodded, "Alright, I agree to be hospitalized and treated here."
In fact, the middle-aged woman knew that her illness was incurable. Being here was just a last resort.
Soon, the hospitalization procedures were completed. Chen Fan first asked Du Jiaojiao and the middle-aged woman to head to the ward.
After seeing Du Jiaojiao and the other woman leave, Chen Fan wrote a prescription and asked Zhao Qianqian to dispense the medicine according to it.
This prescription could effectively control the middle-aged woman's condition.
Chen Fan was busy in the consultation room until noon.
Just as Chen Fan was about to go for lunch, his phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at the caller ID. It was Lian Wenxin.
Answering the call, Chen Fan asked, "Vice President Lian, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? Chen Fan, what good deed did you do today, don't you know?!" Lian Wenxin's angry voice boomed from the phone.
"Vice President Lian, please be more specific. I've done a lot of things today."
"Hmph, get to the entrance of the psychiatric inpatient department immediately!" With that, Lian Wenxin hung up.
Chen Fan tidied up his things, closed the consultation room door, and then headed to the psychiatric inpatient department.
Stepping out of the outpatient building, Chen Fan could see three figures standing at the entrance of the psychiatric inpatient department.
As soon as they saw Chen Fan emerge from the outpatient building, all three figures looked at him with grim expressions.
Especially the middle-aged man in the center, who was constantly chuckling, seemed to wish he could pounce on Chen Fan and strangle him to death right then and there.
"Vice President Lian, is there something?" Chen Fan asked calmly as he approached the three.
Lian Wenxin, with a stern face, pointed to the constantly chuckling middle-aged man beside him. "Chen Fan, I'm asking you, why is Manager Xue from Changteng Pharmaceutical in our psychiatric hospital ward?! And in the intensive care ward!"
"Do you know the immense psychological impact this had on Manager Xue this morning?!"
Chen Fan then turned his gaze to Xue Yang.
The neat suit from that morning was now tattered, and his face and body were covered in red scratches, making him look utterly disheveled.
Xue Yang's eyes were red as he stared at Chen Fan. His morning in the intensive care ward of the psychiatric hospital had been a nightmare!
He had been locked in an intensive care ward, facing patients with persecution complex and self-harm tendencies. He had smiled at everyone, and the consequences were imaginable.
Every time he thought about it, he couldn't help but shudder.
A hint of surprise flickered in Chen Fan's eyes. "Vice President Lian, what are you saying? He's not mentally ill? He's Manager Xue from Changteng Pharmaceutical?"
Lian Wenxin's face was grim. "That's right, Chen Fan. Who gave you the audacity to lock Manager Xue in the intensive care ward of a psychiatric hospital! Moreover, you're a surgeon. When did psychiatric matters become your business?!"
Chen Fan pointed at Xue Yang with a wronged expression. "Vice President Lian, look at him yourself. Does he look like a normal person? He seems even worse off than our patients in the intensive care ward."
"Hahaha, Chen Fan, hahaha, this matter, hahaha, is not over between us!" Xue Yang pointed at Chen Fan and shouted angrily.
Hearing Xue Yang speak, Chen Fan looked back at Lian Wenxin. "Vice President Lian, did you hear that? What normal person talks like that."
"This."
Lian Wenxin was momentarily speechless.
Just then, Peng Wenjun, who had been standing by, finally spoke. "Chen Fan, Changteng Pharmaceutical will remember this matter. You will pay for it tenfold one day."
Chen Fan glanced at Peng Wenjun and smiled mockingly. "Isn't this President Peng from last night? What's wrong? Is your hand feeling better? If not, I can take another look for you. Conveniently, my consultation room is on the first floor of the outpatient building."
Peng Wenjun's eyelids twitched violently. He glared at Chen Fan in anger. "Chen Fan, don't be arrogant. Soon, I will make you kneel before me and beg me!"
Chen Fan sneered. "Oh, really? Then I'll wait."
Peng Wenjun said with a grim face, "Let's go!"
He then walked with Xue Yang towards a Mercedes-Benz car in the parking lot.
As the two drove away, Lian Wenxin's previously grim expression vanished instantly. He looked at Chen Fan with a fawning smile. "Director Chen, how was my performance just now?"
Chen Fan nodded slightly and praised, "Not bad, keep up the good work."
Lian Wenxin was beaming with pride. "Director Chen, you don't know, after receiving your instructions yesterday, I watched spy thrillers at home all night. Don't worry, I will handle this matter flawlessly for you."
"Thank you for your hard work. I'll treat you to a meal after this is done."
"Director Chen is too kind. However, I think my acting still has room for improvement. I should have been angrier just now, showing a scene of irreconcilable conflict with you. That would have been more effective."
Chen Fan smiled helplessly, realizing that Lian Wenxin was quite passionate about acting.
Lian Wenxin continued to chatter, completely unaware that Chen Fan had already left.
"Do you think this is okay?"
"Director Chen?" Lian Wenxin turned his head and found that Chen Fan was no longer there, looking extremely embarrassed.
"Cough, cough, cough." Lian Wenxin coughed awkwardly, then walked towards the office building with his head held high, a look of arrogance on his face.
Meanwhile, inside the Mercedes-Benz driving on the road.
Xue Yang sat in the passenger seat, still chuckling incessantly.
Peng Wenjun, who was driving, slammed on the brakes and glared angrily at Xue Yang, slapping the back of his head. "Can you stop it already! Are you going to laugh forever?! Believe it or not, I'll send you back to the psychiatric hospital!"
Peng Wenjun's slap instantly stopped Xue Yang's laughter.
Xue Yang froze. The long-lost feeling of normalcy brought tears to his eyes.
He had been laughing all morning, and his face had gone numb.
Seeing that Xue Yang had finally stopped, Peng Wenjun cursed angrily again. "Useless! I sent you to the psychiatric hospital to investigate, and you ended up in the intensive care ward yourself! This is the first time I've ever met someone like you! What a disgrace!"
Xue Yang looked wronged and lowered his head, not daring to speak.
Peng Wenjun asked in a deep voice, "Who is that Lian Wenxin? Why does it seem like his relationship with Chen Fan isn't good?"