Liu Li's words were like slaps on Liu Minghui's face. He was a medical doctor with a doctorate. Yet he was pointed at and told that his medical skills were inferior to Ye Changqing's, and he was even asked to learn from Ye Changqing, a person without academic qualifications. He was so angry that his body trembled, unable to utter a word.
Ye Changqing felt much better. This woman was not only affectionate and righteous towards her husband but also had a grateful heart. Such a woman deserved help. He took out his phone, wrote down a prescription, and held the screen in front of Liu Li.
"This is the prescription. Your husband's condition is not due to a problem with the Bupleurum injection but because the doctor who administered the drug made a mistake. Get the medicine according to this prescription, go home, and take it for a few days, and he'll be fine. There's no need for him to stay in the hospital," said Ye Changqing.
Liu Li took out her phone. "I understand. Thank you. I can't remember it. Let's add each other as friends, and could you send it to me, please?"
Ye Changqing nodded, added her as a friend, and forwarded the prescription.
When Liu Li received the text, she directly transferred 8,888 yuan to Ye Changqing.
Ye Changqing saw it, shook his head, and pretended not to notice. Normally, he would have accepted it. He had started a business before and knew how hard it was to earn money. Even a single yuan mattered to him. When he was in prison, for wealthy businessmen who came to seek medical treatment, his consultation fees were in the millions or even tens of millions. There were also a few cases where it was hundreds of millions on
However, today, he didn't want to accept this woman's payment. He felt happy to be able to help her. Such a woman deserved to live a happy life with her husband.
After transferring the money, the woman turned to Zhao Qiuyan. "The savior said that my husband became a vegetative state because of the doctor in the hospital. I don't want to cause trouble. It has nothing to do with you, and I won't ask for your money. I'm sorry for the trouble."
Zhao Qiuyan smiled. "Thank you for your understanding. There's nothing to be sorry about. Through this incident, I consider you a friend. Let's add contact information."
Zhao Qiuyan was very happy that the problem was solved smoothly.
After adding each other's contact information, Zhao Qiuyan directly transferred 80,000 yuan and noted that it was a red envelope for the patient. It also had four words written on it: "Congratulations on Recovery."
Liu Li refused to accept it. "Ms. Zhao, I can't take your money."
Zhao Qiuyan smiled and said, "This is to congratulate your husband on his recovery. It's unlucky not to accept it. You must take it. I want to see you accept it."
After repeated refusals, Liu Li saw that she couldn't decline and had to accept the red envelope.
Ye Changqing also gave some advice regarding the patient's future diet and helped the family pack their daily necessities. Then he watched them enter the elevator and leave.
Seeing that the problem was solved, Xiao Qingfeng reached out to shake hands with Zhao Qiuyan. "Congratulations. This matter is finally over. I would like to invite you to have a meal to celebrate."
Ye Changqing was angry. This was clearly taking credit, as if Xiao Qingfeng had solved the problem.
He directly refused on Zhao Qiuyan's behalf. "Qiuyan won't have a meal with a blind man."
Xiao Qingfeng's face changed slightly. "Who are you calling blind?"
Ye Changqing replied angrily, "I said I could solve the problem without spending a penny. You said that if I could do it, you would be blind and misjudge people. Now I've done it. If you're not blind, who is?"
Xiao Qingfeng's face turned livid.
He had indeed said that, but at that time, he didn't expect Ye Changqing could really do it. Now he had to endure it.
Xiao Qingfeng was born into the Xiao family and had been arrogant since childhood. He never took ordinary people seriously. He especially disdained Ye Changqing, believing that Ye Changqing was a freeloader.
Having lost face in front of someone he disdained, he was extremely resentful. "Ye Changqing, there are people you can't afford to associate with, and there are people you can't afford to offend. Don't try to cling to those beyond your reach, or you'll be smashed to pieces. Don't provoke those you can't handle, or you'll end up worse. But you're courting death by doing both."
Zhao Qiuyan's cold face showed a hint of disgust. "Xiao Qingfeng, you're wrong. It's not Ye Changqing clinging to me; it's me clinging to Ye Changqing. We are classmates, but you can't talk to him like that. Otherwise, our classmate relationship is over."
Xiao Qingfeng was almost furious. This woman used to be as proud as a fairy untouched by worldly affairs. No matter how hard he tried to please her, she was always cold.
Now, to protect Ye Changqing's face, she said such heartless words to him. He wanted to slap Zhao Qiuyan a few times to make her come to her senses. He wanted her to see clearly that Ye Changqing was a worthless, divorced, ex - convict with no money. He, Xiao Qingfeng, was the real outstanding person.
However, for his own purposes, he couldn't say these things. He suppressed his hatred and forced a smile. "Qiuyan, for your sake, I won't bother with him. Our company has a project that we want to cooperate with you on. In fact, several families are eager to invest in this project, but I ignored them. This project has a three - year investment period, and once the drug is produced, it can ensure profits for the next hundred years."
Zhao Qiuyan was somewhat surprised. Western medicines usually have a profit - making period of twenty to thirty years, and then they need to be replaced.
Therefore, for the future of the Zhao family, she had her eyes on traditional Chinese medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine is different from Western medicine. A prescription can be passed down for one or two thousand years and still be used. Developing traditional Chinese medicine is a long - term plan with thousand - year - long benefits.
Did Xiao Qingfeng's company also target traditional Chinese medicine when they proposed this hundred - year - profit project?
The expression on her face returned to its usual coldness. "Is your project related to traditional Chinese medicine?"
Xiao Qingfeng shook his head. "What traditional Chinese medicine? Nobody uses traditional Chinese medicine nowadays. Western medicine is the most popular. My project is about genuine Western medicine. Its advantage is that it takes effect quickly, and an even greater advantage is that once a patient takes it, they need to take it for life to maintain their condition. It's impossible not to make money."
Zhao Qiuyan somewhat disliked this classmate, but this project sounded good.
Drugs that take effect quickly are popular among patients.
If patients need to take medicine for life, it means they will contribute profits to the pharmaceutical factory throughout their lives.
She couldn't help but be interested. "We can look into it."
Xiao Qingfeng smiled. Everything was going as planned.
He knew clearly that when Zhao Qiuyan said she would look into it, she was just being polite. In fact, she already took it very seriously inside. She was just acting for him.
He had a feeling that everything was under his control. He smiled and said, "Then let's go to a coffee shop and sit down. I'll introduce the details to you."
Zhao Qiuyan shook her head. "I don't have time today. I have other things to do. You go back first, and we'll make an appointment another day."
Xiao Qingfeng smiled. He knew Zhao Qiuyan would definitely go and inquire about this project and discuss it with others, such as Zhao Fengnian, who was seriously ill and didn't have much time left.
"Okay. I'm in Songjiang City. Call me anytime. Of course, I'll often come to visit my old classmate for a cup of tea," said Xiao Qingfeng.
After Xiao Qingfeng left, Zhao Qiuyan said to Ye Changqing and Liu Yuting, "Let's go and see Liu Minghui."
Liu Minghui?
Ye Changqing suddenly remembered the doctor who claimed to be a doctorate - holder just now. His name tag said Liu Minghui.
"Why are we going to see him?" asked Ye Changqing.
Zhao Qiuyan's cold face showed a hint of worry. "Liu Minghui has informed the media that the Bupleurum injection has a certain probability of turning patients into vegetative states. This will have a significant impact on the company. He must retract his statement."多网页总结翻译图像生成更多