Too proud, forgetful.

"Third sister-in-law is right. The purpose of making money is to create better living conditions for yourself and your descendants. Of course, if you have money, you should buy a house. Houses are real estate that guarantees profits and no losses. Besides, this money was earned by you from foreigners. As long as you don't violate national laws and consume China, no one will dare to say anything to you."

Lin Qingqing gave him an encouraging look.

She really hopes that her family can buy more houses.

That's more profitable than any other business.

The value of a two-entry courtyard house can increase dozens or even hundreds of times in a dozen years.

And you won’t be able to buy it even if you want to in the future.

Typical of priceless value.

As of last month, she had used a fake identity to buy more than 200 courtyard houses in Kyoto.

There are large and small ones, and as long as the location is good, the protection is also good.

There are currently more than 6,000 courtyard houses in Kyoto. She currently owns more than 280 of them, and the rest will be left to the right person.

Lin Qingqing was chatting with her family when the hospital outpatient building exploded.

All outpatient departments of the hospital will close one and a half hours earlier today.

All surgeons must gather in an operating room at 3:40 sharp.

There are major surgeries available for observation.

According to Xiaowu, the surgeon performing the surgery today is Lin Yuanshuai from Tianying Medical Research Institute.

When the news came out, few people believed it.

How could Marshal Lin come to their hospital in Yangcheng for surgery? He is a person that even newspapers cannot interview.

I heard that Marshal Lin hasn't appeared in newspapers, news, or on the scene of various national events in the past year or so because he wants to concentrate on his research.

But when the doctors saw the directors of major hospitals in Guangzhou entering their offices one after another, they began to believe Xiao Yu's news a little more.

"Lao Luo, you are still loyal and always think of us."

Director Sun of Yangcheng People's First Hospital praised me with a big smile.

Director Liu of the Second People's Hospital shook the tea leaves in his hand and said, "What's the point of saying it? Lao Luo, I brought you some Biluochun tea that I drink. I'll remember your favor this time."

Director Dai of Yangcheng Orthopedic Hospital placed a stack of difficult medical records on the table. "Lao Luo, you've been thinking of me, and I won't let you suffer any loss. These are all the difficult orthopedic case records we've treated. I'm giving them to you to study. You can return them to me anytime."

Dean Luo was surrounded by people, and he was so happy that he was beaming with joy when he saw his competitors, who used to spit at each other at medical conferences in the past, trying their best to praise him today.

Marshal Lin performed the operation himself and said that people could watch.

Naturally, he called more people over to let Marshal Lin see how many people in the medical community in Guangzhou admired her.

Also, do these old guys a favor.

This was Marshal Lin's first public surgery, an opportunity that would never come to mind no matter how much money one spent or how many decades one waited.

He straightened his expression and said, "Marshal Lin has allowed us to watch her operate on my eldest brother. We can go into the operating room and watch closely later, but we must not say a word and disturb Marshal Lin's mind."

The deans nodded one after another.

"This is natural, this is natural."

"We just breathe and don't talk."

"Whoever speaks is a puppy."

Everyone had smiles on their faces, but they cursed Dean Luo in their hearts.

In other words, Marshal Lin's eldest brother is currently receiving treatment at the First People's Hospital of the People's Liberation Army. It's not like he got this position through any means, but he's so proud of himself that he's almost going crazy. Humph!

Shameless old man.

"It's almost time, let's go."

Dean Luo looked down at his watch. It was already three thirty.

You have to go and wait in advance.

Don't let the marshal be unable to find anyone.

All the deans swarmed out of the office, led by Dean Luo, and walked towards the operating room.

Each of them is awe-inspiring.

The doctor who was leaving get off work on time saw this scene.

With a look of shock on his face, he said to the cricket next to him, "At the Guangzhou Winter Medical Conference at the beginning of the month, not all the deans attended, right?"

The male doctor nodded. "A few retired deans who never attend events are here too. Tsk tsk... Even if the National Medical Department came, they wouldn't be able to gather so many deans."

The doctor who had been watching the large group and counting the number of people turned around and said, "Twenty-eight people are here. All the deans in Yangcheng are here."