Chen Xianghe was filled with emotion, and his voice clearly revealed endless admiration for that mysterious young doctor.
"Hmm, if it's really as you say, the dical skills of that mysterious young person are indeed rare in the world. Not to ntion anything else, just his divine skill of Condensing Qi into Needle, I'm afraid that there are very few practitioners of traditional Chinese dicine who can do it now."
Listening to Chen Xianghe's words, Old Qiao couldn't help but sigh deeply and said with emotion, "It's just that I don't know where this young Divine Doctor is based. His mastery of traditional Chinese dicine is clearly much superior to mine. If I could receive just a few pointers from him, my life as Qiao Zhengyi would be without regrets!"
"Old leader, I think you're being too modest. Although your dical skills may not match those of that young doctor, you are still a grand master in the dical community both at ho and abroad."
Upon hearing this, Chen Xianghe couldn't help but laugh and began comforting Old Qiao...
The conversation between the two senior figures in the dical field was heard loud and clear by Ling Zhenfei, who had just been outside. At first, he was sowhat puzzled, but when he heard Chen Xianghe ntion the patient with the broken ribs and especially the mysterious doctor who perford Condensing Qi into Needle, he imdiately realized that they were talking about himself.
A few nights ago, he happened to treat a man who was severely injured in a car accident, and presumably, the one who later perford the follow-up surgery on that man was this Doctor Chen Xianghe.
Ling Zhenfei and Qin Fanghuai waited outside in the corridor for a while until the conversation inside had ended, and then Qin Fanghuai stepped forward to knock on the door.
"Please co in!"
Old Qiao's voice ca from the room. Without guessing, just by the sound of the knocking, Old Qiao knew it was his nephew returning.
No sooner had Ling Zhenfei and Qin Fanghuai responded and pushed the door open than they saw Old Qiao coming up to them with a beaming smile: "Ah, Xiao Ling, Fanghuai, you're back!"
Old Qiao had already heard the outco of the events over the phone from Qin Fanghuai's report. Now seeing the two return, he gratefully took Ling Zhenfei's hand, "Xiao Ling, this ti... I really owe it to you! If it hadn't been for your help, Fanghuai's future days..."
Old Qiao beca sowhat emotional and glanced at Qin Fanghuai, who looked ashad, unable to continue his sentence.
"It's nothing, Old Qiao, it was just a helping hand!" Ling Zhenfei said with a calm smile, trying to speak to Old Qiao in an even tone.
What Ling Zhenfei dreaded most was owing a debt of gratitude to others. When he helped people, he believed in giving without expecting anything in return. If soone rembered his kindness, it was enough to keep it in their hearts; there was no need to burden themselves with a sense of obligation toward him.
"Mm, Xiao Ling, we can't thank you enough for this great kindness. My nephew and I will rember what you've done."
Seeing the expression on Ling Zhenfei's face, Old Qiao nodded in gratitude again, then pulled over Chen Xianghe, who was standing by, and introduced him to Ling Zhenfei, "Co here, you two. Let introduce you. This is Chen Xianghe, the Chief Surgeon of the City Hospital, my old partner, who has a profound study in both Chinese and Western dicine. Especially in the field of orthopedics, he has made quite outstanding achievents!"
"So it's Director Chen, I've long admired your reputation!" Chen Xianghe was quite famous in the dical community, and Ling Zhenfei had also heard of his na. On hearing this, he imdiately smiled and shook hands with him.
"Old Chen, this is Xiao Ling, Ling Zhenfei. Don't let his young age fool you, his accomplishnts are not small. Xi Shan Farm, which has a great reputation in Binyang, is his property. The vegetables produced by Xiao Ling's farm are now practically monopolizing the dinner tables of the entire Binyang City!"
Although Old Qiao didn't know much about Ling Zhenfei, Ling Zhenfei's Xi Shan Farm was definitely sothing to be proud of.
"So it's Boss Ling! Haha, not only have I long admired your na, but I also particularly enjoy eating the vegetables produced by your farm!"
Chen Xianghe was a chief physician at the Municipal Hospital with an extensive network, often interacting with high-ranking mbers of society. There were plenty of wealthy businessn, and even among the younger ones, they were nurous.
Originally, if Ling Zhenfei had just established an impressive business at a young age, Chen Xianghe might have not thought much of it. However, the mont he heard that Ling was the owner of the Xi Shan Farm, he imdiately beca very courteous towards Ling Zhenfei.
He certainly knew that the agricultural products from Xi Shan Farm were hot commodities on the market that money alone couldn't buy! Moreover, he genuinely loved those vegetables!
"Ha ha, Director Chen, if you like eating the vegetables from our farm, there's no difficulty at all. When you're free, you can visit my farm along with Old Qiao, and I'll make sure to serve both of you well!"
While Ling Zhenfei and Chen Xianghe were shaking hands and talking, right when they were having a good ti, Qin Fanghuai ca forward and said, "Everyone, the hotel has just called to say that the dishes are ready, let's go to the dining room. We can continue our conversation while we eat!"
"Good, let's talk while eating. It's not often that we all gather together, and I'm very glad."
Old Qiao was also in high spirits today, his face beaming with joy as he waved to Qin Fanghuai and instructed, "Fanghuai, go back once and bring over my two bottles of Maotai that I've treasured for many years. This afternoon, we must all have a good drink."
"Maotai?" Upon hearing Old Qiao's words, Qin Fanghuai couldn't help but look surprised.
Then, looking at Old Qiao, he asked with a mix of jest and seriousness, "Uncle, those two bottles of Maotai are vintages that you've kept for many years! Last ti a foreign businessman offered to buy them for 500,000 a bottle, and you didn't sell. Now you want to drink them both at once, won't it pain your heart?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, you scamp? Do you know the saying 'A thousand cups of wine are too few when shared with a kindred spirit'? Today, it's rare for to drink with Xiao Ling and Old Chen, and I'm in a great mood."
Upon hearing this, Old Qiao hurriedly waved his hand and said loudly, "Never mind that it's 500,000 a bottle of old Maotai; even if it were five million a bottle, I'd still crack them open! Stop dawdling and go get them now!"
"Okay, you all wait. I'll go get the wine right now!"
Seeing that his uncle was in such high spirits, Qin Fanghuai was also filled with enthusiasm and quickly agreed before turning back to fetch the wine.
Ling Zhenfei knew that Old Qiao's happiness today was mainly due to his own arrival, having returned Bang Hui's investnt capital. As a highly respected elder who wanted to express his gratitude but found it improper to discuss money, he used the wine to show his appreciation.
Knowing Old Qiao's kind intentions, Ling Zhenfei naturally didn't want to disappoint him. At worst, Ling Zhenfei could invite Old Qiao for so fine drinks later on.
"Let's go, both of you. We'll head to the entrance to wait!"
Seeing Qin Fanghuai rushing back to get the wine, Old Qiao laughed and motioned to Ling Zhenfei and Chen Xianghe to follow him out.
"Director, Director, it's terrible, sothing's terrible..."
As the three were laughing and heading toward the hospital entrance, they passed by the ergency room when a female nurse approached Old Qiao with a tense expression.
"What's happened? What's the matter?"
Seeing the nurse so anxious, Old Qiao's nerves tightened as well, but having decades of experience as a doctor, he calmly said to the nurse, "Xiao Zhou, don't be nervous. Speak slowly. Has there been a critical patient sent to ergency?"
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