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

Chapter 703 Am I proud?

Director Zhang felt his blood pressure rise again. He forced a smile, his voice a little shaky. "Mr. Lin... What you mean is that the efficacy has nothing to do with taste, it's all about the medicine itself, right? Just take the medicine on time and it'll be fine?"

"Of course!" Lin Bufan said with a look of "Is there even a need to ask?" "My medicine, no matter what flavor it is, the core ingredients are the same. It's a precise strike that cures all diseases instantly!"

Why do you have so many flavors? Is it because they taste good so people will buy more of your pills?

Just as Director Zhang was about to use his years of experience to explain how to make medicine to Lin Bufan, Dr. Zhao, who had been scolded by him before, seemed to have found a "loophole" in Lin Bufan's words, or perhaps he couldn't stand the fact that this treatment method, which he considered to be child's play, was once again affirmed, so he stood up again. This time, he learned a lesson and did not directly accuse him. Instead, he changed his tone to a tone that seemed to be asking for advice, but was actually provocative:

"Mr. Lin..." He paused deliberately before addressing her, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses up, his gaze fixed sharply on Lin Bufan. "When you say the medicine cures the disease, shouldn't you be more specific? For example, roughly how long will it take for us to detect a significant decrease in tumor markers or a significant reduction in the size of the lesions through instruments? We can't just...keep taking the medicine and not see any changes in objective indicators, right? Medicine, after all, requires data and evidence to support it."

Although his tone was milder than last time, his questioning tone was even stronger. The subtext was: You're just saying it's useful, but when will we see the results? This is not a delaying tactic.

Lin Bufan's nonchalant expression instantly faded. He slowly turned his head and his gaze fell on Dr. Zhao. His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes revealed obvious displeasure. He rolled up his sleeves and took two steps towards Dr. Zhao, his tone filled with exaggerated anger:

"Hey! I'm pissed off at you, kid. I was holding it in and ignored you, but you're getting angry, aren't you? You're really pushing me! Who are you? Why are you questioning me over and over again? Are you trying to show off your abilities?"

Dr. Zhao was taken aback by Lin Bufan's sudden, almost street-speaking, attitude, but then a surge of pride washed over him. He straightened his back, cleared his throat, and, with a deliberately high voice and a sense of intellectual superiority, began to recite his resume:

"My name is Zhao Qiming. I graduated from the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine with a Doctor of Medicine degree. I was a postdoctoral researcher at the Mayo Clinic, specializing in tumor immunology. After returning to China, I was hired by this hospital and am currently an associate chief physician in the Department of Oncology. I raise these questions based on rigorous medical science and a responsible attitude towards patients! I do not intend to offend you, but I hope that Mr. Lin can provide more medically standardized and verifiable treatment expectations!"

After hearing this, Lin Bufan's face did not show the shock or restraint that Zhao Qiming had expected. Instead, he showed an even more confused expression.

Lin Bufan blinked, turned his head to look at Director Zhang beside him, and asked very seriously and without any sarcasm: "Old Zhang, what are he talking about... What about Hopkins? Mayo? Is it very powerful?"

Director Zhang initially thought Lin Bufan was deliberately mocking Zhao Qiming, but after realizing that Lin Bufan didn't look like he was lying and might have genuinely been unaware, he responded, "It's quite impressive. It's a world-class medical school and medical center."

After receiving Director Zhang's affirmation, Zhao Qiming's face became even more proud, and his chin was slightly raised, as if to say, "Now you know who you are talking to."

However, Lin Bufan's reaction once again exceeded everyone's expectations. Far from showing any fear or concern, he gave a nonchalant "Oh" as if he had heard something insignificant, and then retorted in a somewhat baffling tone:

"What's there to be proud of? I'm still the successor of the Party and a great fighter for Redism! Am I proud of myself? Have I spread the word everywhere?"

"puff--"

This time, not only the vice president, but also several experts who were drinking water couldn't hold it in and spit it out directly. The conference room was filled with chaotic coughs and muffled laughter. Director Zhang closed his eyes in pain, feeling like he was about to have a myocardial infarction.

Zhao Qiming was also confused by Lin Bufan's completely unconventional answer. He opened his mouth, unable to find the right words to continue for a long time. The arrogant expression of an elite on his face froze there, looking very funny.

"Okay, stop talking about those useless things. Didn't you ask how long it would take for the effect to show up?" Lin Bufan ignored everyone's reactions and continued to speak with a matter-of-fact certainty in his tone: "Three days! Three days at most!

When the time comes, you can give them a comprehensive examination. The tumor markers will definitely have dropped significantly, and imaging studies will also show signs that the lesions are beginning to soften and shrink!

As for recovery... as long as you take the medicine on time every day, if the condition is good, it will take more than 20 days; if the condition is more complicated, it will take at most a month. I guarantee that all clinical examination indicators will return to normal, and you will be full of energy and can go back to your normal work! "

One month...recovered?

Despite the precedent of Chen Nanxing, when Lin Bufan gave this timetable for advanced cancer patients so casually, all the experts in the observation room, including Director Zhang, still felt a strong sense of dizziness and unreality.

Zhao Qiming opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but after noticing Director Zhang's unfriendly look, he finally swallowed his words back. However, the suspicion and dissatisfaction in his eyes became more intense.

Lin Bufan was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore. He turned around and patted Director Zhang on the shoulder. "Old Zhang, you have to keep an eye on these patients. Make sure they take their medicine on time. In a couple of days, my company will send a professional team to follow up and record their progress. We will also invite several authoritative media outlets to do special reports to promote this medicine. When the time comes, I'll need you to arrange for someone to cooperate and provide some data support."

Director Zhang felt a little embarrassed about Lin Bufan's request, but after exchanging glances with several hospital leaders, Director Zhang agreed!

After finishing his instructions, Lin Bufan strolled back to Chen Nanxing's ward. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Chen's parents packing their luggage. Chen Nanxing had also changed out of her hospital gown and put on a fresh dress.

"Are you going to be discharged from the hospital?" Lin Bufan asked with a smile.

Chen Nanxing's eyes curved: "Now that you're here, I can definitely be discharged from the hospital!"

Lin Bufan clapped his hands and said, "Since he's recovered and discharged, we have to celebrate anyway. I'll book a restaurant and we'll have a good meal."

Father Chen quickly waved his hands: "How can this be! Xiaolin, you saved Nanxing's life. We'll book the restaurant, so we should treat you!"

Chen's mother also echoed: "Yes, yes, this meal must be treated by us."

Lin Bufan smiled and put his arm around Chen's father's shoulders: "Uncle and aunt, why are you being so polite? We are all family, don't be so formal."

"A family?" Chen's father and mother were stunned at the same time and looked at their daughter at the same time.

Chen Nanxing's cheeks flushed instantly, and she punched Lin Bufan lightly: "What are you talking about! Who are you family with?"

Lin Bufan slapped his mouth in frustration. "My bad, my bad! I just thought uncle and auntie were so friendly, like my parents, and I slipped up. Don't mind me, elders!"

Father and Mother Chen looked at each other and smiled: "Don't mind, don't mind."

"Then let's pack up quickly!" Lin Bufan enthusiastically helped carry the luggage.

The group quickly arrived at the private room in the hotel Lin Bufan had booked. During the meal, Chen's father, overjoyed at his daughter's recovery, drank a few more glasses of wine. After three rounds of drinks, he held Lin Bufan's hand, his eyes slightly red.

"Xiao Lin... Uncle only has Nanxing as his daughter. The doctors said there was no hope before, and we almost lost her... Now that she has recovered, my heart... my heart..."

Father Chen's voice choked with sobs, and he tightly grasped Lin Bufan's hand: "Nanxing will be handed over to you from now on. You must treat her well and don't let her down!"

Seeing this, Chen's mother and Chen Nanxing rushed forward: "Dad, you've had too much to drink!", "Old Chen, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Lin Bufan also pretended to be drunk and held Chen's father's hand: "Don't worry, father-in-law! I will leave Nanxing to my son-in-law! If Nanxing is wronged in the future, please teach me a lesson!"

Chen Nanxing stamped her feet in shame: "Lin Bufan! You are fooling around too!"

Mother Chen quickly helped Father Chen aside and said, "Alright, alright, you've had too much to drink and are talking nonsense."

The celebration ended in a lively and warm atmosphere. Lin Bufan helped the tipsy Chen's father into the car and watched Chen Nanxing and his family leave with a smile on his face.

Over the next few days, Kyoto's weather was exceptionally fine. Chen Nanxing's recovery seemed to have injected new vitality into the family. At their daughter's persuasion, Chen's parents didn't rush back to their hometown, but instead decided to explore this historic ancient capital.

Lin Bufan's life became more colorful. He would sometimes accompany Chen Nanxing and her family to various scenic spots in Kyoto, which quickly warmed their relationship. Chen's parents looked at their daughter's smiling face and didn't know what to do for a moment.

More often than not, Lin Bufan would appear in Yang Tao's office. There, the scene was completely different: the air was filled with the delicate fragrance of fabric and the sparks of inspiration. Lin Bufan would sit quietly at the design table, watching Yang Tao, brush and fabric swatches in hand, intently sketching lines, discussing the silhouette of the wedding dress, the choice of lace, and the flow of the veil. However, every evening, Yang Tao would resolutely refuse to go home with Lin Bufan, causing Xue Sumei to believe they were having an argument.

At the same time, Lin Bufan would also regularly go to Lan Weiwei to "learn yoga". In the living room, Lan Weiwei, wearing a tight yoga outfit, demonstrated various difficult asanas, and her body was incredibly flexible. However, due to the limited space in the living room, some physical contact between the two was inevitable. This was a very normal phenomenon, and neither of them minded it very much!

Of course, Lin Bufan hadn't forgotten to cultivate his relationship with Xu Hongdou. Now that Chen Nanxing had been discharged from the hospital, Xu Hongdou had also abided by the contract and became Lin Bufan's contract girlfriend. However, they both tacitly kept Chen Nanxing in the dark about this.

Happy times always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day when Chen's father and mother returned to their hometown!

The departure hall of the airport was bustling with people. Chen's parents, carrying their simple luggage, wore a touch of melancholy at parting, but more of a look of relief and joy at their daughter's recovery.

Lin Bufan and Chen Nanxing stood side by side in front of the two elders. The morning light shone through the huge glass curtain wall onto the four of them, giving them a layer of warm golden edge.

"Dad, Mom, be careful on your way. Call me when you get there." Chen Nanxing stepped forward and gently hugged her mother, her voice choking with emotion. After this serious illness, she cherished the time she spent with her parents even more.

"I know, I know. You're in Kyoto... take care of yourself." Mother Chen patted her daughter's back, her eyes moist. She let go of her daughter, looked at her lovingly for a moment, then gently pulled Chen Nanxing aside and lowered her voice.

"Nanxing," Mother Chen said, holding her daughter's hand. There was concern in her eyes, as well as a subtle worry. "Mom and your dad... I can see that you treat Xiaolin differently."

Chen Nanxing's cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to deny: "Mom, I..."

Mother Chen gently patted the back of Chen Nanxing's hand and interrupted her: "I've been through this, I can see it clearly. Xiaolin is a very capable child... he's kind-hearted, and he cares about you. If it weren't for him this time, Mom and Dad really don't know..." She paused, took a breath, and continued: "Logically speaking, you've found someone to rely on, and Mom and Dad should be happy. But..."

Mother Chen's voice lowered, a hint of caution in her voice. "Mom knows that Xiaolin... isn't the only one around you. There's that girl who looks exactly like Hongdou, and... anyway, his situation is a bit complicated. Mom has seen through everything after this incident. We just hope... you can think it through clearly. This road may not be as easy as it seems. No matter what you decide in the end, Mom and Dad will support you, but the premise is that you can't let yourself down, understand?"

Chen Nanxing listened to her mother's earnest words, a mixture of emotions welling up in her heart. She glanced at Lin Bufan, who stood not far away with her father. Lin Bufan, the man with neat short hair and a smile that always carried a hint of cynicism yet an inexplicable sense of reassurance, was a man. She firmly grasped her mother's hand. Though her eyes flickered, her tone held an unprecedented firmness. "Mom, I know. I understand... Don't worry about it, Dad. I'll take care of it."

On the other side, Father Chen looked at the tall Lin Bufan in front of him, his lips trembling a few times, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end, it just turned into a heavy sigh. He raised his rough hand and patted Lin Bufan's shoulder hard, once, twice... with great force.

It’s really big!

Lin Bufan looked at Father Chen's gnashing teeth and nodded solemnly: "Uncle, don't worry, I will treat Nanxing well."

Ok!

This time, Chen's father's hand was even heavier!