Bai Jing examined Su Yurou's tear-streaked face and the scattered garbage on the floor, finding it increasingly comical.
"Pfft!"
She couldn't help but laugh, and the louder she laughed, the louder it became.
Su Yurou, realizing this, immediately turned her back and wiped her face with a wet wipe.
"Jingjing, what are you laughing at?"
Chen Wan'er also wanted to laugh, but she managed to suppress it, her face contorted into a peculiar expression.
"Aunt Chen, she said she wants to take the company public."
Bai Jing laughed so hard she almost fell over, as if she had heard a farmer from the countryside ask with longing, "Is the Emperor's carrying pole made of gold?"
A small clinic in a rural village, two clown-like figures, talking about a company going public?
"Hahaha..."
Bai Jing found it more and more amusing the more she thought about it.
"Enough!"
Su Yurou turned around and shouted, "Laugh all you want! What are you, that you have the right to mock others?"
Bai Jing's laughter immediately stopped, and her expression turned sullen.
"Who are you calling names?"
"Jingjing!"
Chen Wan'er reprimanded, "Apologize to her quickly."
"Aunt Chen, she insulted me!"
Bai Jing whined.
"Didn't you start by laughing at her?"
Chen Wan'er's gaze was stern. "Are you going to apologize or not? If you don't apologize, you can go back home and don't follow me out anymore."
Bai Jing pouted her lips high and mumbled indistinctly, "Sorry."
"Aunt Chen, why are you back?"
Lin Fan quickly tried to ease the tension.
"I have something I want to ask you."
Chen Wan'er looked at Lin Fan with a complicated gaze.
Bai Jing glared fiercely at Su Yurou, the two like fighting cocks, their eyes burning with intense anger.
"Come and sit quickly, wait, let me tidy up."
Lin Fan hastily gathered the scattered items and placed a chair in the middle of the hall.
The four of them took their seats opposite each other.
"I'll go wash some fruit."
Lin Fan remembered that Su Yurou seemed to have bought a lot of fruit.
"No need."
Chen Wan'er waved her hand. "Sit down first."
She glanced at Su Yurou, hesitating whether to speak.
"Aunt Chen, this is my business partner, Su Yurou. Mengyao and I plan to develop and sell pharmaceuticals based on the village's medicinal herb planting cooperative."
Lin Fan introduced, implying that Su Yurou was not an outsider.
"Aren't you afraid of making a complete fool of yourselves?"
Bai Jing sneered. "You, in a poor mountain village, in a place where birds don't even defecate, opened up a wild patch on a barren mountain, with such a dilapidated medical clinic, and you're talking about research and development and sales. Isn't that hilarious?"
"No one will think you're mute if you don't speak."
Chen Wan'er reprimanded sternly.
"Where there's a will, there's a way. I believe it will be successful."
Lin Fan said with an unruffled expression.
"Little Fan, your self-reliant approach is very commendable."
Chen Wan'er smiled and appeased their emotions.
"Aunt Chen, you said you had something to ask earlier?"
Lin Fan gave Su Yurou a look. "This is Secretary Tian's mother."
"Oh."
Su Yurou immediately sat up straight, her expression quickly shifting to one of seriousness tinged with warmth, perfectly calibrated.
"I heard from the villagers that you performed surgery for an aortic aneurysm. Is that true?"
Chen Wan'er looked intently into Lin Fan's eyes.
"Uh, let me think."
Lin Fan scratched his head. "Right, it was Aunt Pang who told you, wasn't it?"
"She had a tumor on her main artery."
Lin Fan pondered for a moment and finally recalled.
The main reason was the difference in their understanding. Chen Wan'er had only participated in one Level IV surgery, so it naturally left a deep impression.
Lin Fan, on the other hand, had dealt with numerous difficult and complex cases. Many patients, who traveled from afar, either couldn't afford treatment or had been unable to find a cure in major hospitals, came to his Xiaofan Medical Clinic with a sliver of hope.
Therefore, although Chen Wan'er had been practicing medicine for more than ten times his years, in certain aspects, she was far behind him.
"Is it true?"
Chen Wan'er asked again.
"Aunt Chen, don't listen to his nonsense. They're from the same village and are colluding to deceive you."
Bai Jing thought to herself that perhaps Tian Mengyao was also involved. That girl was pampered, but she had many tricks up her sleeve.
"Tch, don't make a fool of yourself if you're ignorant."
Su Yurou was furious that she mocked her dream, completely losing her usual grace and composure.
"When I first met Little Fan, a friend of mine had injured his sciatic nerve, and Little Fan healed him."
"Ah?"
Chen Wan'er's eyes widened.
One should know that the diameter of the thoracic aorta is about 0.5 to 1 cm. It is entirely possible for a dexterous doctor to perform surgery on it after years of diligent practice.
Nerves, however, are far more complex and delicate than blood vessels. Without a specialized medical microscope, how could it be done with the naked eye?
"Sister Chen, I'll call you Sister Chen."
Su Yurou smiled gently. "I've known Little Fan for so long, and the surprises he brings never cease. You can't judge him with ordinary eyes."
"Hmph, is he Hua Tuo reborn or Bian Que reincarnated?"
Bai Jing retorted sharply.
Su Yurou's smile froze. "Little Fan is indeed Hua Tuo reborn and Bian Que reincarnated. If you don't believe me, go and ask around. Many people know the title 'Miraculous Doctor Lin'."
Chen Wan'er's mind was in a turmoil. One person deceiving her, two people deceiving her, could everyone be deceiving her?
So many people spoke of it with such conviction, and she had personally witnessed how potent the medicine Lin Fan concocted was. This couldn't be fake, could it?
But how could anyone believe that an unknown young man from a mountain village had successively treated an aortic aneurysm and a sciatic nerve injury?
"Are you the one who treated the tracheal obstruction with chopsticks?"
Chen Wan'er suddenly remembered this incident, her eyes widening, filled with shock.
Lin Fan thought for a moment. "Are you referring to the incident where I used chopsticks to clear the phlegm blocking the trachea?"
He made a motion of breaking chopsticks and then poking.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Chen Wan'er's heart felt like a jumbled mess.
So at that time, her daughter had deliberately kept it a secret.
It wasn't some old Chinese medicine practitioner at all, but a young man!
"Little Fan, where did you learn your medical skills? Can you..."
Chen Wan'er was somewhat agitated. She even had the thought of switching to practicing traditional Chinese medicine.
Just as martial artists always want to spar with other masters to improve themselves,
a physician, upon witnessing such incredible and miraculous skills, would be deeply impacted.
"I'm sorry, my medical skills are hereditary and not to be passed on."
Lin Fan felt like crying and laughing.
You are Western medicine!
And an expert at a provincial hospital.
Besides, she is Tian Mengyao's mother. If I taught her, how would the seniority be calculated later?
"Then... can you publicize your medical achievements? Believe me, you will become famous all over the world!"
Chen Wan'er could no longer suppress her inner excitement.
Lin Fan gave a wry smile. "I was born here and grew up here. I feel that compared to people all over the world, the villagers here need me more."
"Tsk tsk, that sounds so noble."
Bai Jing said sarcastically.
"Greatness is not spoken; it is seen and felt by everyone."
Su Yurou glared fiercely at Bai Jing. "One day, you'll hear of Little Fan's fame outside. By then, he will be someone you can't possibly aspire to!"
"I can't aspire to him?"
Bai Jing was amused to the point of anger.
In her entire life, she had never felt inferior to anyone, not even once!