Those who had previously claimed Chen Fan's medical skills were subpar now hung their heads in shame, not daring to meet his gaze.
The boss's face was also full of embarrassment. "Dr. Chen, I... I was rash just now."
Chen Fan waved his hand, not taking it too much to heart.
"I'm treating you to this meal today, as an apology. You must accept, otherwise, I won't be able to rest easy."
Seeing the boss's repeated pleas, Chen Fan reluctantly agreed.
Ten minutes later, an ambulance arrived at the restaurant's entrance. To be safe, the child's parents decided to go to the hospital for a thorough check-up.
Watching the ambulance depart, Chen Fan returned to the table and sighed with a hint of helplessness. "Sigh, you know, I wanted to treat you to a meal myself, but why is it so difficult?"
Qin Shuran couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Showing off."
"Besides, you still owe me a meal. This one was paid for by the boss, so it doesn't count as you treating me."
Chen Fan said with some surprise, "But it was because of me that the boss gave us a free meal."
"No matter, you still owe me a meal. What? You earned half a million, and you can't even treat me to one meal?" Qin Shuran asked, her beautiful eyes fixed on Chen Fan.
"Yes, yes, yes. Dr. Qin, whatever you want to eat, I'll treat you to it." Chen Fan, resigned, agreed.
After their meal, the two left the Sichuan restaurant and returned to their residence.
They planned to rest at home for a while before heading to the hospital for the night shift in the afternoon.
Night shifts at the hospital were not for rest, especially in a psychiatric facility like theirs. They had to patrol the wards every hour to prevent any patient accidents.
This was especially true after the suicide incident at the hospital; the security measures were even stricter.
However, as they were about to go upstairs, they noticed a Mercedes-Benz parked downstairs.
Chen Fan had never seen this car before, and it was clearly not belonging to any resident of the building.
Just as Chen Fan was about to open the main door to go upstairs, the car door of the Mercedes suddenly opened.
"Dr. Chen." A middle-aged man stepped out of the car, walking towards Chen Fan with an excited expression.
"Dr. Chen, I've finally found you. I've already donated all my assets. Here are the donation details, please take a look." The middle-aged man was none other than Chang Qing, who suffered from alcoholic cirrhosis.
"So it's Director Chang. You're quite proactive," Chen Fan said, appearing somewhat surprised to see him.
He had expected it to take at least a week, but to his surprise, the man had shown up after only one day.
Chang Qing chuckled awkwardly, thinking, *Isn't that obvious? When it concerns my life, how can I not be proactive?*
He then said to Chen Fan, "Dr. Chen, you jest. I was afraid of delaying treatment and affecting its effectiveness."
Chen Fan knew Chang Qing's inner thoughts well; it was all about the fear of death.
He took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Chang Qing. "Follow the prescription on this paper to decoct the medicine. Three times a day, and within a month, your illness will be cured."
The contents of this paper were written by Chen Fan last night, waiting for Chang Qing to come looking for him.
"You've given me the prescription?" Chang Qing looked at Chen Fan with some astonishment.
Chen Fan smiled faintly and said, "This prescription can only cure your illness, so even if you get it, it's useless to anyone else. You can only use it yourself."
Chang Qing nodded quickly, "I understand, I understand."
Chen Fan added, "Remember, no alcohol for one year."
"Yes, yes!" Chang Qing replied, nodding. He had already canceled all his social engagements. This was a matter of life and death, so how could he not take it seriously?
Eagerly, Chang Qing bid farewell to Chen Fan and rushed to the Traditional Chinese Medicine hospital, intending to have his old classmate prepare the medicinal ingredients according to the prescription.
"Can alcoholic cirrhosis really be cured?" Qin Shuran asked doubtfully, watching Chang Qing leave.
After all, cirrhosis was a global challenge. Once a person's liver developed cirrhosis, it meant the liver had completely lost its original function. To survive, one would require endless dialysis to filter impurities and toxins from the blood.
If severe, cirrhosis could lead to liver cancer, meaning that cirrhosis was an incurable disease.
If Chen Fan could cure this disease, it would be a breakthrough in medicine.
"It's just a folk remedy from my hometown. It works for some people," Chen Fan said, unwilling to admit he could truly cure it and opting for a fabricated excuse.
Qin Shuran looked at Chen Fan incredulously. "You used a folk remedy to make him donate half of his assets?"
"You're really daring. If he finds out you've been deceiving him, you'll likely be in trouble for a long time!"
She truly couldn't understand if Chen Fan was genuinely foolish or pretending. How could he joke about something like this?
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. You know, I have very good luck. Perhaps this folk remedy will work for him," Chen Fan said nonchalantly.
"I can't be bothered with you." Qin Shuran was almost infuriated by Chen Fan. How could he joke about such a matter?
She turned away, no longer paying attention to Chen Fan, and went upstairs to their rented apartment.
Chen Fan smiled helplessly and followed her.
It wasn't until five in the afternoon that Chen Fan and Qin Shuran headed to work together.
On the way, Qin Shuran continued to remind Chen Fan to be clear with Chang Qing, otherwise, if Chen Fan's folk remedy delayed the man's treatment, it would lead to significant trouble.
In Qin Shuran's view, medicine was a matter of utmost seriousness and allowed no room for jokes.
Seeing Qin Shuran's earnest demeanor, Chen Fan knew she was concerned for his well-being and could only nod in agreement.
Upon arriving at the office together, Chen Fan and Qin Shuran found that things at the hospital seemed a bit different after their day's absence.
Normally, even if Chen Fan himself didn't have much rapport with the staff, Qin Shuran had a decent relationship with them.
They would greet each other when they met on the way.
But today was different. Whether in the hospital corridors or in the office, everyone they encountered lowered their heads, either not speaking or acting as if they hadn't seen them.
What puzzled Chen Fan even more was that when they reached the office, he discovered his desk was gone.
"Where's my desk?" Chen Fan asked, looking around the office in confusion.
The desk, which had been placed in a corner, isolated from the others, had vanished.
The other doctors in the office were busy with their own work, sitting at their chairs. Not a single person answered Chen Fan's question.
Qin Shuran also looked bewildered and approached a doctor, intending to inquire about the situation.
Chen Fan hadn't made any mistakes; why had his desk suddenly disappeared?
At that very moment, the doctors, who had been quietly working, suddenly all stood up. Each of them held a party popper.
"Bang bang bang!"
The poppers went off.
"Ah!" Qin Shuran screamed in fright and leaped into Chen Fan's arms!
Instantly, the office, which had just begun to liven up, fell silent again.