Pan Jun went to speak to the head of the hospital in Lianshan People's Hospital. "Sorry, Sir, he has applied for a patent for his herbs."
"I see. It doesn't hurt to ask anyway," the head of the hospital said. "Have you been busy working lately?"
"Not really," Pan Jun said.
"You are still young. Keep up the good work," the head of the hospital said.
"Is there anything else you need me to do?" Pan Jun asked.
"No, I'll talk to you another time," the head of the hospital said.
After Pan Jun left the office, the head of the hospital, Director Liang, suddenly looked unpleasant.
"He's applied for a patent. That was a quick move!" He looked toward the door. "I doubt if Dr. Pan was telling me the truth."
In the village, a lot of people had noticed the change on the U-shaped land at the foot of Nanshan Hill.
"Wow! Who planted so many trees here?" People were surprised to see the hundreds of trees Wang Yao had planted.
