Wang Yulin was in a panic, and anyone could tell he was lying.
This guy absolutely couldn't have not been corrupt!
However, there was no point in accusing him now; the money was gone.
Qin Yuyan said coldly, "I can let bygones be bygones regarding what happened before, but you must always remember that I haven't forgotten this incident."
"If you dare to pull any more tricks in the future, you know the consequences!"
Wang Yulin was overjoyed. "I know, I know! I definitely won't mess around!"
Qin Yuyan continued their previous conversation. "The quality of produce grown in Luofeng Village is poor, and this is likely due to soil issues."
"The current target set by the town for Luofeng Village is to first solve this problem."
Xia Xue interjected, "The fruits that Xiao Fan grows are of very high quality. Big bosses from the city all like them and buy them from me at high prices."
Qin Yuyan raised an eyebrow. "Is that true? Take me to see!"
Xia Xue smiled awkwardly. "All the fruit in my orchard has already been sold. Xiao Fan said he'll have more next quarter."
"Who is Xiao Fan?" Qin Yuyan asked.
"He's my man's younger brother. My man left a long time ago, and it's always been just Xiao Fan and me relying on each other," Xia Xue replied.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Qin Yuyan felt a surge of sympathy and lowered her head in apology.
Xia Xue smiled with relief. "You don't have to be like this, leader. There's nothing taboo about this kind of thing; I've long since come to terms with it."
...
After learning with Qin Yuyan for a whole day, Xia Xue returned home.
As soon as she entered the house, she saw a table full of delicacies.
"Xiao Fan, you..."
"To celebrate you becoming village chief, of course, I had to make it a lavish meal. Come and eat!"
Normally, Xia Xue did the cooking, but that didn't mean Lin Fan couldn't.
During the meal, Xia Xue recounted Qin Yuyan's ideas.
"I understand. She wants to develop the agricultural industry and lead everyone to prosperity."
Lin Fan rubbed his chin. "Did you suggest she restart the medicinal herb planting base?"
Xia Xue shook her head gently. "Didn't they say there wasn't enough funding, and the city leaders didn't support it?"
"Those are minor issues. The main problem was that the seeds back then were not good."
Lin Fan patted his chest. "I've developed some high-quality seed varieties these past few days. We can experiment with them, and if the results are good, we can restart the medicinal herb planting base."
This was the quickest path to leading the villagers to prosperity.
The next day, Lin Fan attempted to plant medicinal herbs.
He went to the ancestral home, found an empty plot of land, buried the seeds in the soil, and sprinkled them with a medicinal liquid prepared from the green liquid in the Tongtian Pot.
When he returned that afternoon, delicate sprouts had already emerged from the ground.
He believed the herbs would mature in a few days.
Lin Fan returned home, feeling exhausted. Just as he was about to lie down and rest, he heard a knock on the door.
"Xiao Fan! Are you home?"
He recognized the voice and hurried to open the door.
The visitor was Zhang Wen, the village carpenter.
"I have a relative visiting, and they suddenly fell ill. Please come quickly!" Zhang Wen said, looking very anxious.
Lin Fan didn't hesitate and immediately left his house.
They ran to Zhang's house one after the other.
In the courtyard, a middle-aged man lay on the ground, his face contorted, clearly in great pain.
Neighbors were gathered around, some giving him water, others massaging his hands and feet, all trying to alleviate his suffering.
"Move aside! Xiao Fan is here!" Zhang Wen shouted.
The crowd immediately dispersed, looking relieved.
With Xiao Fan here, the patient would be saved!
Just then, a middle-aged woman questioned, "Old Zhang, is this person you found reliable?"
"He's so young, can he treat illnesses?"
As she spoke, she glanced at Lin Fan dismissively.
Lin Fan also looked at her. She was a woman from the city, and her attire made it obvious. The red car parked outside likely belonged to her.
Zhang Wen introduced, "Sister, this Xiao Fan is a miracle doctor in our village. He can cure any illness, so please trust him!"
The middle-aged woman pouted. "You can't fool me. Village doctors don't have much skill; they can at most prescribe some medicine."
Lin Fan didn't pay attention to her rudeness. "The most important thing now is to treat the patient. Give me two minutes. If I can't cure him, then you can talk."
He crouched down to check the patient's pulse. After a dozen seconds, he raised his hand. "Acute gastroenteritis. Continue giving him water; I'll go back to the clinic to get some medicine."
At this moment, the patient seemed to be in even more pain, clutching his stomach and unable to speak.
Lin Fan then realized that alleviating the patient's pain was also crucial.
It was like treating a sprain, where simple measures like stopping bleeding, applying medication, and rest would suffice.
However, the patient would be in pain. A qualified doctor should first relieve the patient's pain and then address the root cause.
"Xiao Fan, weren't you going to get medicine?"
Seeing Lin Fan lost in thought, Zhang Wen asked in confusion.
Lin Fan snapped back to attention and said, "I'll relieve his pain first."
He reached out, lifted the patient's shirt, and pressed a few times on his stomach.
"This... I don't hurt anymore!"
The middle-aged man stood up joyfully.
Lin Fan reminded him, "Even though the pain is gone, your body still has an issue. You still need to take the medicine. Don't think you're fine just because the pain has subsided."
Two hours later, the middle-aged man was completely healed after taking the medicine and was extremely grateful to Lin Fan.
"Hello, hello. My name is Zhang Lingwu. I'm Zhang Wen's cousin. Thank you so much just now."
"This is my first time witnessing traditional Chinese medicine at work; it's truly miraculous!"
Lin Fan chuckled. "From what you're saying, you're quite familiar with Western medicine?"
"Of course. I'm in the business of Western medical equipment. Here's my business card."
Zhang Lingwu took a business card from his wallet and handed it to Lin Fan with both hands.
Lin Fan took the card. Deputy General Manager of Junda Medical Equipment Company...
Zhang Lingwu was very respectful, but his wife, Wang Na, was rude.
"He's just a village doctor; why are you being so fawning?"
Zhang Lingwu's face darkened. "What are you saying? He's my savior!"
"Seeing a doctor makes him a savior? Isn't that what he's supposed to do?"
"Besides, you got sick because you ate something unsanitary from their village, so it's their fault!"
Wang Na scoffed defiantly.
"Ma'am, your husband did indeed eat something unsanitary, but it wasn't from the village; it was something you ate this morning."
"I deduce it must be the milk you drank this morning that was expired."
Hearing Lin Fan's words, everyone was quite shocked.
"How do you know we drank milk this morning?"
Wang Na looked at Lin Fan suspiciously.
"I'm a doctor, and I can deduce it based on medical knowledge."
The milk was in the trunk of the car. Zhang Lingwu took it out and saw that it had indeed expired.
"My cousin used to say there was a miracle doctor living in the village, but we didn't believe him."
"Now I believe it. You truly are a miracle doctor!"
"As expected, true masters are found among the common folk! Wang Na, look! This is Chinese medicine; it's incredibly powerful!"
Zhang Lingwu exclaimed emotionally, giving a thumbs-up.
Wang Na still wore a look of contempt and disdain. "It's just a trick. Don't you understand this as someone who sells Western medical equipment?"