Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

Chapter 701: Observation, Listening, Questioning and Palpation

After meeting the staff at KunKun Bridal Workshop, Zhou Ya took Lin Bufan and Yang Tao on a detailed tour of the shop, explaining the functions of each area and the wedding dress samples on display. She then led them up an ingeniously designed spiral staircase to the second floor.

The second floor houses the office area and high-end custom reception area, offering a quieter and more private environment. Zhou Ya led the two of them to a spacious and bright office and pushed open the door. "Boss Yang, this is your office. It's been decorated according to Boss Lin's instructions. Are you satisfied?"

The office, dominated by light beige and white, is accented by solid wood furniture, creating a warm and elegant atmosphere. A spacious desk faces a bright floor-to-ceiling window, offering a bustling street view. A comfortable small sofa and coffee table are placed against the wall for meetings. To one side, a separate cubicle is equipped with professional drafting tools and a workbench.

"Satisfied, very satisfied." Yang Tao looked at this dream workspace that belonged entirely to him, his heart filled with excitement and gratitude.

After Zhou Ya finished reporting on the workshop's current operating conditions, personnel structure, and some preliminary plans for the future, and considerately closed the office door and left, only Lin Bufan and Yang Tao were left in the room.

Yang Tao walked to the huge French window, looked at the bustling crowd downstairs, took a deep breath, turned around, and put on a bright and determined smile. "Okay, Boss Lin, everything is fine here. If you... have something to do, go do it. You don't have to stay with me here. I need to get familiar with the place as quickly as possible. I can't let you down for such a huge investment."

Lin Bufan looked at Yang Tao's eager look and knew that she had entered the state, so he smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I won't disturb President Yang from carrying out his grand plan.

But before I go, I have a gift for you."

Yang Tao looked at Lin Bufan in confusion: "Gift? What gift?"

Lin Bufan walked to the window and motioned Yang Tao over. He pointed to a brand new white SUV parked in a temporary parking space on the street below. Its sleek lines sparkled in the sunlight.

"Here, this is it." As he spoke, Lin Bufan handed the car keys that he had prepared long ago to Yang Tao.

Yang Tao looked at the new car downstairs, then at the keys in Lin Bufan's hand. She was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "Why are you giving me a car? I have a car, don't you know? No."

"Your own business is yours, and my gift to you is a token of my love." Lin Bufan thrust the keys into Yang Tao's hand without hesitation, his tone unquestionable and insistent: "Besides, you bought that car with that scumbag, didn't you? How many unpleasant memories are in it? You've started a brand new life now, with a new career and new relationships. It's time to get rid of the traces of the past. Do you still want to drive that car every day, constantly thinking of those bad things in the past and making yourself feel depressed?"

After a pause, Lin Bufan deliberately put on a sour face and said, "Besides, I'm a very stingy man. When I think of my girlfriend driving the car she bought with her ex-boyfriend in front of me every day, I feel uncomfortable and jealous!"

Yang Tao was amused by Lin Bufan's words that were both reasonable and "rogue", and rolled her eyes at him angrily: "You are the only one who has too many twisted ideas!"

Having said that, she looked at the brand new keys in her hand, then at the white car downstairs that represented a brand new beginning, and she understood Lin Bufan's intentions. He was using his way to help her completely say goodbye to the past and embrace a brand new future. Although she had already said goodbye to the past, she was still happy for Lin Bufan's thoughtfulness.

"Okay, okay, considering that you are so stingy and jealous, I will accept it reluctantly." Yang Tao held the key in his palm, but the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

Lin Bufan then smiled with satisfaction: "That's more like it. The relevant documents for the car have been completed and placed in the passenger glove box. You go ahead and do your work. I'm leaving now."

"Okay, drive carefully." Yang Tao sent Lin Bufan to the office door.

Watching Lin Bufan disappear down the stairs, Yang Tao returned to the window, looked down at her new car, then glanced back at this dream-filled office, feeling a surge of energy and hope. She took a deep breath, sat down at her desk, and opened the documents Zhou Ya had left behind, officially beginning her first day as the owner and design director of Kunkun Bridal Workshop.

After leaving "Kunkun Bridal Workshop", Lin Bufan drove directly to the hospital where Chen Nanxing was staying. It was time to do what he promised Director Zhang. Coincidentally, Huang Yimei also sent someone to deliver the special medicine for treating cancer two days ago!

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Lin Bufan walked into Chen Nanxing's ward, carrying a handful of bright yellow bananas and eating them as he did so. He had just peeled one and taken a big bite, his cheeks still puffed up. Chen Nanxing, who looked much better now and was leaning against the bedside watching a TV series on her tablet, heard the noise and looked up. Seeing his expression, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Great Doctor Lin, are you bringing this for me, or buying it for yourself? I see you've almost finished it!" Chen Nanxing's eyebrows curved, with a familiar teasing tone in his voice.

"Hmm...I'm in a hurry so I didn't have breakfast," Lin Bufan said vaguely. He stuffed the remaining half of the banana into his mouth, put it on the bedside table, and pulled a chair to sit down. "Look at you, you've recovered well, right? Your complexion is rosier than those aunties dancing in the square outside."

"More than good! Forget about comparing myself to the aunties who dance in the square, I feel like I can even run a marathon now!" Perhaps because he was afraid that Lin Bufan wouldn't believe him, Chen Nanxing even flexed his muscles: "Really, my whole body is full of energy! If Director Zhang hadn't stopped me from leaving the hospital, I would have been discharged long ago to breathe some fresh air! I've been staying in the hospital for this long time, and I feel like I've gained several pounds just by not eating!"

Lin Bufan raised his eyebrows, somewhat puzzled: "Director Zhang? Why didn't he let you leave the hospital?"

Chen Nanxing didn't answer immediately. She just pouted slightly and looked at Lin Bufan with a faint look of complaint and helplessness, as if saying, "How dare you ask?"

Lin Bufan became even more confused by Chen Nanxing's look. Just as he was about to ask more questions, there was a knock on the ward door. Before the two could respond, the door was pushed open anxiously.

Director Zhang was standing at the door, panting, with sweat on his forehead. The eyes behind his glasses burst into great surprise the moment he saw Lin Bufan, as if he had seen a savior.

"Mr. Lin...Mr. Lin! You're here!" Director Zhang practically rushed in, grabbing Lin Bufan's hand. His voice trembled with excitement. "I...I thought you were taken aback by Director Zhang's sudden enthusiasm. Lin Bufan subconsciously tried to pull his hand back, but found that the old man was holding it tightly. He turned to look at Chen Nanxing, his eyes conveying a silent question: "What's wrong with this old man? What's wrong with him? Is he crazy?"

Chen Nanxing received Lin Bufan's eye signal and shrugged helplessly. With a hint of anticipation at the corner of his mouth, he explained, "Now you know why I can't be discharged from the hospital, right? You haven't shown up for a while, and Director Zhang is getting very anxious. He's afraid that if I leave the hospital, you, the great Buddha, will never be able to come back, and all the medical demonstrations and medical miracles he's been dreaming of will be ruined!"

Director Zhang's face turned red when Chen Nanxing revealed his thoughts, but he did not loosen his grip on Lin Bufan's hand at all, instead he held it even tighter.

After knowing the reason, Lin Bufan was a little amused and helpless. At the same time, he couldn't help but look up to Director Zhang. He didn't expect that the matter could be settled in such a short time. It seems that what he said last time about his power was not an exaggeration!

Lin Bufan forcefully pulled back Director Zhang's tightly grasped hand, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a hint of emotion: "Old Zhang, Old Zhang, it seems I really underestimated you before! I didn't expect that you could possess such great power without being bald, and run through such a special procedure? It's not simple, really not simple! It seems that you are a very important director!"

Uh--

Damn, listen to what you are saying, is this human language?

What does it mean to be not bald?

This is my wig, okay?

You can question my medical skills, but you can never question my baldness. It is the proof of my hard work and sweat!

Although he really wanted to punch Lin Bufan, looking at the tall and strong Lin Bufan, Director Zhang still felt that it was better to win people over with virtue: "Mr. Lin, you are too kind. It's mainly because... the miracle you created before was so convincing. The hospital leaders also specially approved this... um... special clinical treatment based on the idea of ​​seeking a glimmer of hope for the patient."

"Alright, enough of the polite talk." Lin Bufan waved his hand: "Where is the patient? Take me to see him!"

Upon hearing this, Director Zhang immediately lost his previous unhappiness and happily led the way to Lin Bufan: "Everyone is in the prepared observation ward, please follow me!"

Lin Bufan followed Director Zhang down the corridor to an observation room, clearly improvised and fitted with one-way glass. Pushing the door open, he found several middle-aged and elderly men in white coats, all calm and composed. They appeared to be department heads or department-level leaders. Upon seeing Lin Bufan enter, their gazes fixed on him, filled with curiosity, scrutiny, and undisguised suspicion.

Lin Bufan ignored the crowd and turned to Director Zhang. "Old Zhang, these patients... have you discussed everything with them? Have you explained everything clearly, including treatment plans and potential risks? Don't let me go to great lengths to cure them and then cause any more trouble."

Director Zhang quickly assured, "Mr. Lin, don't worry! All procedures are in compliance! The patients we screened all have challenging conditions, are ineffective with conventional treatments, or are unable to tolerate them. After fully informing them of the specificity of your treatment and the potential uncertainties, they and their families have voluntarily signed informed consent forms, strongly requesting to try your method!"

What Director Zhang didn't say was that because of the living example of Chen Nanxing, well-informed patients and their families were almost scrambling to see him. The hospital took great pains and weighed various factors before carefully selecting these three representative patients.

Lin Bufan nodded: "That's good. Where is the patient? I'll go check it out first."

Director Zhang quickly led Lin Bufan to the first ward, whispering, "The first patient is a boy named Xiaoyu, eleven years old. He has osteosarcoma. The location is not ideal, so the surgery is extremely risky, and the chemotherapy effect is not ideal..."

Lin Bufan pushed the door open and walked in. The ward was very quiet. A thin boy lay on the bed, his face pale, staring blankly at the ceiling. Beside the bed sat a haggard middle-aged couple, presumably the child's parents.

"Xiao Yu, this is Doctor Lin. He's here to see you." Director Zhang introduced softly.

Xiaoyu turned his head and looked at Lin Bufan with some curiosity, but did not say anything!

Lin Bufan walked to the bedside, and the middle-aged couple immediately stood up nervously. He waved his hand to signal them to sit down, and then he pulled a chair over and sat down beside the bed.

"Xiaoyu, right?" Lin Bufan asked in a relaxed tone, "What grade are you in this year?"

The boy whispered, "Fifth grade."

"What class do you like?"

"Physical Education..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Bufan immediately frowned and put on a look of deep sorrow: "Fifth grade? You like physical education? Xiaoyu, your idea is very dangerous! Do you know that the most important of the six years of elementary school is fifth grade! This is a critical period that connects the past and the future, a golden period for laying a solid foundation in Chinese, math, and English, and preparing for the transition from elementary school to junior high school! Physical education? Physical education is just a supplement! At your age, you should devote all your energy to studying the main subjects, especially word problems in math, reading comprehension in Chinese, and accumulating vocabulary in English..."

Lin Bufan talked incessantly, from the internal circulation of education to future competition, from the pressure of entering higher education to life planning. Xiaoyu, who was lying on the hospital bed, looked more and more confused after listening to him, and Xiaoyu's parents beside him also looked at each other, at a loss.

Director Zhang couldn't stand the strange looks from the other department heads and hospital leaders who had also entered the ward, all mixed with "Is this a miracle doctor?" and "Have we been scammed?" He felt almost ashamed. He quickly stepped forward, quietly reached out and poked Lin Bufan in the lower back, lowering his voice and saying urgently, "Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin! Let's...let's see the doctor first. We can discuss these educational issues after the child recovers, okay?"

Lin Bufan was interrupted and turned around to glare at Director Zhang in dissatisfaction. His voice did not lower, but rose an octave, with a kind of "you ordinary people don't understand at all" rebuke: "Superficial! Old Zhang, you are too superficial! Do you think I am gossiping here? Do you understand what Chinese medicine's "look, listen, ask, and feel" means? I am communicating with the patient, observing his mental state, thinking reactions, breathing and pulse! This is diagnosis! It is a very serious and necessary medical procedure! You are a director of Western medicine, if you don't understand, just shut up and don't interfere with my diagnosis here!"

"..."

Observing the room and outside, all the experts and directors in white coats maintained professional silence on the surface, but the subtle muscle twitching on their faces and the glances they exchanged with each other clearly conveyed the same feeling - Damn, do you think we look like idiots?