Qian Chengde stood up enthusiastically, "This is Zhang Bocai, the director of the Southern Military Region General Hospital."
"Hello, Dean Zhang."
Lin Fan extended his hand and greeted him politely.
"Dr. Lin, I've heard so much about you."
Zhang Bocai stood up, shook his hand firmly, and said, "I just heard Grandpa Qian mention you. He said that you are very young, but your medical skills are superb, and you cured his illness."
"You flatter me, Mr. Qian!"
"I only have a superficial understanding, and there is still much to learn."
Lin Fan smiled modestly.
"Good luck can't cure Qian Lao's intractable disease."
"After all, we are helpless when it comes to his illness."
Zhang Bocai laughed heartily, “I heard that you used two sets of lost acupuncture techniques to pull him back from the brink of death.”
This is a skill I've only ever seen in ancient books; I never imagined it would have a successor!
"I'm just copying what others have done; I can't be considered a successor."
Lin Fan scratched his head awkwardly.
"Dr. Lin, please don't be modest."
"Dean Zhang has been observing you the whole time and has witnessed your performance firsthand."
Qian Chengde said from the side.
"This young man is truly remarkable!"
Zhang Bocai looked at Lin Fan with satisfaction, very pleased with his humble and composed attitude.
"Dr. Lin, do you have some time after your match tonight?"
He paused for a moment, then changed the subject.
"I have plans with friends tonight, so I don't have time."
Lin Fan said frankly.
He had already made an appointment with Li Leqian, and he couldn't just stand her up.
"I see..."
Qian Chengde listened from the side, and the smile on his face disappeared.
He had already spoken to Dean Zhang, but Lin Fan said he didn't have time.
"What about tomorrow afternoon?"
"I checked the schedule, there are no matches tomorrow afternoon, so you guys should be able to rest, right?"
Undeterred, Zhang Bocai eagerly inquired.
"Dean Zhang, is there something urgent that you wanted to see me about?"
Lin Fan asked curiously.
"Since Dr. Lin has figured it out, then I won't hide it anymore."
“I have a former leader who suffers from a chronic illness, just as serious as Qian Xiangyang’s, and there is no cure.”
"If it's convenient for you, could you come with me and help take a look?"
Zhang Bocai set aside his superior airs and asked cautiously.
"Is this another patient seeking medical treatment?"
Lin Fan frowned after hearing this.
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