Chen Fan, who was about to open the car door, stopped and looked back at the people chasing him. "Manager Zhao, do you need something else?" he asked.
Zhao Zhihong and the others, their faces devoid of the previous mockery and sarcasm, now wore expressions of fawning smiles. Each of them presented Chen Fan with a business card, their attitudes extremely respectful.
"Mr. Chen, here are our business cards. We apologize for our earlier rudeness. We are truly sorry."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Chen is so distinguished. One can tell at a glance that he is no ordinary person. His luck is simply heaven-defying."
"If there's anything your elder brother can help you with in the future, Mr. Chen, just call me directly, and I will definitely help Mr. Chen resolve it."
Chen Fan found it amusing to see these people change their attitudes as quickly as flipping a book.
However, out of consideration for it being the Qin family's property, Chen Fan didn't say much. He collected their business cards and got into the car to leave.
"These people, they really speak differently to different people, it's disgusting to watch," Qin Shuran said with disgust, looking at Zhao Zhihong and the others in the rearview mirror after they had left.
This was why she disliked doing business and preferred to practice medicine.
Because she knew that doctors faced the real world every day, unlike businessmen who lived amidst deceitful schemes.
Chen Fan smiled calmly. "You get used to these people when you meet them often."
Qin Shuran looked at Chen Fan, seemingly recalling something, and asked curiously, "How did you know there was jade inside that raw stone just now?"
Chen Fan replied with a helpless expression, "I didn't know. I just picked it randomly."
"Was it really thanks to your luck?" Qin Shuran asked Chen Fan doubtfully.
"What else could it be? Do you believe in X-ray vision in this world? If that were true, I'd probably be getting nosebleeds every day." Chen Fan subtly glanced at Qin Shuran's prominent chest.
Qin Shuran's face immediately turned red. She hastily covered her chest with her arm and scolded, "Pervert!"
After Chen Fan's teasing, Qin Shuran didn't press the matter further.
Soon, the two drove towards the mental hospital. They also stopped by a bank to withdraw fifty thousand yuan in cash.
"I'm going to see Dr. Zheng and give him that fifty thousand yuan. Otherwise, he probably won't be able to work peacefully for the next few days," Chen Fan said to Qin Shuran after getting out of the car.
"Sigh, you are such a good chief surgeon. Anyone working under you is simply the luckiest," Qin Shuran said as she walked into the outpatient hall.
Chen Fan felt that Qin Shuran's words had a hidden meaning, but seeing that she had already walked far away, he didn't chase after her. Instead, he headed towards Zheng Hairong's consultation room.
At that moment, Zheng Hairong was in his consultation room reviewing a patient's medical records.
Hearing a knock on the door, he looked up towards the entrance.
"Director Chen." Zheng Hairong looked at Chen Fan, appearing somewhat confused.
Chen Fan saw that Zheng Hairong's complexion was still a bit grim and smiled, shaking his head as he entered the consultation room.
"Director Chen, is there something you need?" Zheng Hairong asked.
Chen Fan replied, "It's about this morning's matter."
Zheng Hairong sighed helplessly. "It's lost, it's lost. There's nothing I can do. Who told me to be greedy for small gains? My son needs to buy a house for his wedding, and money was already tight. I didn't expect to lose another fifty thousand. Sigh, let's not talk about it. It's just a lesson learned."
Just as Zheng Hairong finished speaking, Chen Fan placed five bundles of ten-thousand-yuan bills on Zheng Hairong's desk.
Seeing the money, Zheng Hairong was startled. "Director Chen, what, what do you mean by this?"
His expression then turned grim. "Director Chen, although I'm short on money, I won't take your money. Are you looking down on me by doing this?"
Chen Fan smiled and shook his head, explaining, "Dr. Zheng, you've misunderstood. I just graduated and don't have much money. How could I give you money?"
Zheng Hairong didn't believe him. "Director Chen, don't think I don't know. The car you drive is a multi-million dollar M730 Yaoying Edition. You're telling me you're as broke as I am? Are you insulting me?"
Chen Fan was taken aback and looked at Zheng Hairong with a bewildered expression. He hadn't expected Zheng Hairong to know about the M730 Yaoying Edition.
"Those guys usually love to research cars. They recognized your M730 with the 530 badge at a glance," Zheng Hairong added.
Chen Fan suddenly understood and sighed helplessly. It seemed he had inadvertently shown off again. He genuinely wanted to keep a low profile.
Zheng Hairong looked at Chen Fan seriously. "Director Chen, I know you mean well, but we are colleagues. If you do this, we won't be able to get along in the future. This is also an insult to my dignity, do you understand? Please take your money back."
"Dr. Zheng, you've really misunderstood."
Chen Fan recounted the events he encountered that day.
As Zheng Hairong listened, his jaw almost dropped.
"Director Chen, you, are you telling the truth? This money was given by that old man?" Zheng Hairong asked, dumbfounded.
Chen Fan took out his phone and found the bank deposit record from that day.
Zheng Hairong saw that indeed fifty thousand yuan had been deposited. Coupled with Chen Fan's description of the old man's appearance, which was basically consistent with the old man he met that day, Zheng Hairong's eyes widened with excitement.
"Director Chen, you, you are truly amazing!" Zheng Hairong stood up excitedly, almost at a loss for words.
If it weren't for Chen Fan's transfer record and description, no one would have believed such a thing.
"It's really nothing. I'm just using his own methods against him. I also want you to work wholeheartedly without any worries," Chen Fan said.
As the chief surgeon, Chen Fan naturally hoped that all doctors could devote themselves wholeheartedly to their work.
"Director Chen, thank you so much! Please rest assured, I will work hard from now on." Zheng Hairong gratefully shook Chen Fan's hand.
"Doctor, doctor!" Just then, an elderly couple and a young couple, carrying a three-year-old child, rushed into the consultation room.
They happened to see Chen Fan in casual wear and Zheng Hairong in a white coat shaking hands. Especially the conspicuous fifty thousand yuan on the desk, which made them pause.
"What's wrong with the child?" Zheng Hairong, not noticing their expressions, quickly walked over.
He also asked the elderly couple to place the child flat on the consultation room's examination bed, intending to conduct further checks.
The child's father quickly said, "Doctor, we don't know what's wrong. When the child woke up this morning, he was very listless, vomited whatever he ate, and had a headache and dizziness. He kept crying. We thought it was a cold, but about ten minutes ago, the child suddenly fainted. We rushed him to the hospital."