jdhmnovel Chapter 702 A Change of Taste
Chapter 702 A Change of Taste
Lin Bufan was completely oblivious to the silent questions surrounding him, or perhaps he simply didn't care. He turned back to Xiaoyu, his seemingly easygoing smile plastered on his face again, as if the long lecture on education had never happened.
"Okay, Xiaoyu, uncle has a preliminary understanding of your situation." Lin Bufan nodded seriously, and then like a magic trick, he took out several small bottles of different colors from somewhere, and the bottles were filled with pills of various colors.
"Now, tell uncle, what flavor do you like? Strawberry? Orange? Or potato chips?"
Xiaoyu timidly looked at the colorful bottles in Lin Bufan's hand, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle... do you have... do you have cola flavor?"
"Coke flavor?!" Lin Bufan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had heard some earth-shattering answer. He slapped his thigh excitedly, and his voice instantly rose an octave, startling everyone in the ward: "Good boy! You have good taste! You're just like me, Lin Bufan, who knows how to enjoy life!"
As Lin Bufan spoke, he made an expression of "reluctantly parting with something" and reached into his trouser pocket, which looked like a Doraemon pocket, to grope around. "This cola-flavored one is my treasured collection! I didn't intend to show it to anyone easily. After all, this flavor is extremely difficult to mix. The ingredients are exquisite and the craftsmanship is so complex that it can be called an art! I never expected that you would have the same opinion as me! Just because of your unique taste, I'm making an exception today!"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Bufan pulled out a small bottle with a Coca-Cola logo printed on it. Inside was a few dark brown, ordinary-looking pills. He unscrewed the bottle cap, poured out a pill, and was about to put it into Xiaoyu's mouth.
"Wait a moment!"
At this moment, a voice filled with anger and disbelief suddenly rang out. A male doctor, who looked to be about thirty, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and possessing a rather arrogant demeanor, could no longer contain himself and darted out from the crowd. His face flushed crimson, and he pointed at the pills in Lin Bufan's hand, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Nonsense! This is absolutely ridiculous! Director Zhang, leaders, look at this! What the hell is this?! Holding something that looks like a children's vitamin tablet, and there's no cola or strawberry flavor? Is this treating a disease? This is just playing house!"
"This Lin... Lin... Never mind, it's not important! You keep saying you can cure cancer. We're providing you with this platform out of responsibility to patients and for medical exploration, despite immense pressure and risk. We're not here for you to play around! Patients aren't guinea pigs! Their lives are not to be trifled with! This... this behavior of yours, completely inconsistent with any medical standards, can even be described as absurd, is extremely irresponsible to life! If anything goes wrong, who will bear the responsibility?!"
The doctor grew increasingly agitated as he spoke, his chest heaving violently, as if completely enraged by Lin Bufan's childish actions. Although the other experts and professors behind him remained silent, many of them showed expressions of deep agreement, looking at Lin Bufan with eyes filled with distrust and suspicion.
Lin Bufan paused in handing over the medicine. He didn't look at the excited doctor, but slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on Director Zhang's face, which was full of ugliness. His eyebrows raised slightly, and his tone was a little playful:
"Old Zhang, what's going on? Didn't you tell me with all your heart that everything was done? The process is compliant, the patient is voluntary, and there's no one to bother us... How come I just revealed my secret recipe and someone's already making comments? You're not doing your job well... "
Director Zhang's heart skipped a beat when he saw Lin Bufan's look, and when he heard the implicit question, his face flushed red. He turned his head sharply, his eyes shooting like lightning at the doctor who had raised the question. His usually gentle eyes were now frighteningly sharp, carrying an unquestionable majesty. His voice suddenly rose, practically shouting:
"Doctor Zhao! Shut up! You have no right to speak here! Go back to your seat!"
This roar, full of energy and the oppressive feeling of someone who had long held a high position, instantly stunned the entire room. Doctor Zhao had clearly not expected Director Zhang to lose his temper, especially in front of so many hospital leaders and colleagues. He was stunned for a moment, a flicker of surprise and dissatisfaction crossing his face. He opened his mouth to defend himself, "Director Zhang, I'm doing this for the patients..."
"For the sake of the patient, just watch quietly!" Director Zhang didn't even give him a chance to speak. His tone was firm and resolute, as if he had burned his boats. "Mr. Lin's treatment method has been specially approved by the hospital, and with the full informed consent of the patient and his family! Any consequences will naturally be borne by me and the hospital! All you have to do now is remain quiet, observe carefully, and learn! If you dare to say another word that interferes with Mr. Lin's treatment, get out immediately!"
Doctor Zhao was choked by Director Zhang's merciless rebuke, and his face turned red. Looking at Director Zhang's unquestionable eyes and the silent attitude of the leaders around him, he finally gritted his teeth, swallowed the rest of his words, and retreated to the back of the crowd in a huff, but his face was still full of resentment and disapproval.
After reprimanding Dr. Zhao, Director Zhang immediately turned to Lin Bufan. An apologetic smile instantly appeared on his face, and his tone softened, even pleading with him: "Mr. Lin, I'm sorry. I'm not managing well and disturbing you. Please continue. I promise that no one will make any more inappropriate noises!"
Not to mention others, even Lin Bufan was stunned by Director Zhang's sudden action!
Lao Zhang, you are really good. Even though I have done such an outrageous thing, I didn’t expect you still trust me so much. If Tongzi hadn’t told me that I had cheats, I would have thought that you were cheating too!
The reason why Director Zhang was so determined to support Lin Bufan against all odds and even went so far as to scold Dr. Zhao in public was certainly not because Director Zhang was cheating.
It was because he had already learned from Chen Nanxing and Chen Nanxing's parents the entire process of Lin Bufan's treatment of Chen Nanxing, which involved lollipops of various flavors. Even the wrapping paper that Chen Nanxing was going to throw away was taken away by Director Zhang and was now kept in his office locker!
With the previous experience of the lollipop, Director Zhang naturally would not question the various flavors of special medicines that Lin Bufan took out.
The hospital leaders present knew some of the inside story, having heard Director Zhang say it and read Chen Nanxing's various inspection reports. Therefore, even though they felt that Lin Bufan's behavior was strange, they chose to acquiesce and support him.
And the doctor Zhao who jumped out was young and energetic. He was a returned overseas talent introduced by the hospital. He was arrogant and wanted to make academic achievements. He also had some thoughts of showing off in front of his superiors, so he jumped out on his own initiative!
As for the claim that Lin Bufan cured Chen Nanxing's advanced pancreatic cancer, this was directly ignored by Dr. Zhao, because in Dr. Zhao's opinion, anyone who knows a little about pancreatic cancer would know that this is simply impossible!
Lin Bufan patted Director Zhang on the shoulder, acting like they were good brothers. His voice was so loud that it could be heard throughout the ward: "Old Zhang, Old Zhang, I didn't realize you were such a sentimental person! Fine! Just because you supported me so strongly today, I've made you my friend! Don't worry, if anyone dares to give you a hard time about what happened today, or tries to trip you up in the hospital in the future, just come find me! I'll always keep a position for you as the chief security officer of all my companies, and I guarantee you'll earn more than you do now!"
After saying that, Lin Bufan deliberately glanced at the hospital leaders present with a sharp gaze. His eyes seemed to say, "I will remember you all. Anyone who dares to bully Lao Zhang will bear the consequences."
The corners of the mouths of several hospital leaders who were swept by Lin Bufan's gaze twitched wildly, and dark lines seemed to droop down their foreheads. They were almost in a state of mental collapse, roaring frantically, "Who the hell is trying to make things difficult for him?! Who do you think is supporting Director Zhang, who is supporting this special treatment? What does that look mean?! Who do you think we are?!"
When Director Zhang heard the first half of Lin Bufan's sentence, he felt a little touched by the saying "A gentleman will die for his friend", but when the second half of the sentence "Captain of Security" came out, that feeling of emotion disappeared in an instant.
Damn it, do you want to listen to what you're saying? You want me, the director of a department at a top-tier hospital, to be your security guard. Are you kidding me?
Director Zhang was afraid that Lin Bufan would say something shocking again, so he quickly stepped forward, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of pleading: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin, let's... let's hurry up. There are two patients back there who are eagerly awaiting your treatment."
Seeing Director Zhang's expression, Lin Bufan felt that he had been amused enough, so he decided to call it a day and nodded. "Alright, for your sake, Old Zhang, I won't argue with them. Let's go and see the next one."
Without the inexperienced Dr. Zhao, the subsequent treatment process went much smoother and faster.
The second patient was a man in his sixties with advanced gastric cancer. He was inoperable and chemotherapy had been ineffective. He was in good spirits, but his face was thin and his eyes were hazy.
Lin Bufan still used his usual "look, smell, ask, and palpate" approach, but this time he didn't expound on any profound life lessons. He simply inquired about the old man's dietary preferences. After learning that the old man liked to drink tea, Lin Bufan nodded with satisfaction, pulled out a small bottle with a tea leaf pattern from his other pocket, and poured out a light green pill that exuded a faint tea fragrance.
"Grandpa, try this. It has a special Longjing flavor and can refresh your mind. It is specially used to treat your chronic stomach problems!" Lin Bufan handed the pills to the old man with a smile.
The old man was quite open-minded. He took the pill and swallowed it with warm water without even looking at it. He smacked his lips and said, "Hmm, it does taste a bit like tea leaves."
The third patient was a middle-aged woman in her forties who had experienced a recurrence of breast cancer with metastasis after surgery and was feeling quite depressed. Lin Bufan observed her for a moment, then pulled out a small pink bottle with a strawberry pattern printed on it.
"Sister, life is like this strawberry. It looks prosperous, a little sour occasionally, but sweet after all. Give me a strawberry-flavored one. It's sweet and can drive away all the bad things!" Lin Bufan handed over a pink pill, his tone carrying an inexplicable encouragement.
When the female patient looked at Lin Bufan's sincere smile and the pink heart-shaped pill, many unspeakable memories suddenly popped up in her mind!
After confirming again and again that this was just an ordinary strawberry-flavored special medicine, the female patient swallowed it!
Throughout the entire process, the experts and professors in the observation room wore furrowed brows and complex expressions, but with Dr. Zhao's experience as a warning, no one dared to question it. They simply recorded silently or exchanged glances of disbelief mixed with a hint of anticipation.
Director Zhang breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Lin Bufan deftly complete the feeding of the three patients. Regardless of the outcome, this first step had finally been taken. He now only hoped that Lin Bufan's seemingly childish "flavored pill" could once again create a medical miracle like Chen Nanxing's.
After distributing the "flavored special medicine" to the three patients, Lin Bufan walked out of the ward, surrounded by the complicated gazes of Director Zhang and a group of hospital leaders and experts, and came to the observation room and temporary meeting room next door.
Director Zhang, with a cautious yet expectant expression on his face, approached Lin Bufan and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Lin, what do you think about the follow-up treatment plan for these three patients...do they need to be combined with other treatment methods?"
Lin Bufan picked up an unopened bottle of mineral water on the table, unscrewed it and took a sip. After hearing what he said, he casually waved his hand and said vaguely, "No, nothing."
Director Zhang pressed the point, "You mean... just take this special medicine you gave me? Don't you need to switch to other treatments later?"
Lin Bufan put down the mineral water bottle, wiped his mouth, and then... fell silent.
He touched his chin, frowned slightly, and his eyes drifted out the window, as if he was thinking about an extremely profound question.
The office instantly fell silent, a pin drop audible. Director Zhang's heart rose to his throat as Lin Bufan remained silent, and a cold sweat even broke out on his back. Several other hospital leaders also held their breath, watching Lin Bufan nervously, fearing he would make even more outrageous demands, such as "I need to cooperate with a shaman dance" or "I need to go to Kunlun Mountain to collect dew for my medicine."
At this moment when the air almost froze, Lin Bufan finally withdrew his gaze from the window, turned his head, looked at Director Zhang seriously, and said in a normal tone as if discussing whether to have braised beef or chicken and mushroom stew tonight:
"Well...if the patient is really tired of a certain flavor and wants to try something else...that's fine."
"Puff—cough cough cough..." An older vice president beside Director Zhang suddenly choked on his own saliva and erupted in a violent coughing fit, his face flushing red. Director Zhang himself felt a blackout and stumbled, quickly catching hold of the desk next to him. He felt a tightness in his chest and nearly spit out blood!
Damn, do you think you are eating instant noodles? If you get tired of it, you can change the flavor?