Dean Cao glanced at Lin Han and immediately signaled to Director Chen and Dean Li to stop doing these useless things.

He thought about it and told Xiao Zhao:

"Go to the administrative department and ask them to approve some medicine for An An's mother. We will also reimburse all the subsequent physical therapy and medical expenses."

Xiao Zhao took the order and went to work quickly.

Lin Han also thanked President Cao.

Dean Cao waved his hand:

"I did this on behalf of the hospital. After all, this patient is the first pancreatic cancer patient cured in our hospital."

"On the other hand, on my own behalf, I really want to make friends with you, Lin Han."

Dean Cao's speech is indeed a level higher than that of Director Chen, Dean Li and others.

Lin Han listened carefully, raised his head and asked, "And then?"

Dean Cao made a gesture of invitation:

"Let's go to the dean's office and talk."

Lin Han put down the book, asked Zhuang Yao to pack up first, and then took the lead and left the ward.

President Cao, President Li and Director Chen followed closely behind.

All the way to the door of the dean's office, Dean Cao hurriedly opened the door for Lin Han.

Serving tea and water and giving up seats are natural things.

Lin Han was not modest at all and said bluntly:

"President Cao, if you want me to be a consultant or a non-staff member, then forget it. It's not because of anything else, but because I'm too busy at work and don't have much extra time."

Dean Cao listened with a smile and immediately promised:

"Don't worry, I'm definitely not asking you to do this."

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Dean Cao thought for a moment:

“I want you to be a teacher for oncologists.”

Lin Han was a little puzzled: "How to be one?"

Dean Cao was full of confidence: "The time and duration are up to you, Lin Han. It doesn't matter if you teach for ten minutes or an hour. As long as you are willing to teach us doctors the technology of cancer treatment, you can name any price!"

hiss……

After hearing his words, Dean Li and Director Chen couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Dean Li felt inferior to Lin Han and was afraid that Lin Han would agree, but also afraid that Lin Han would not agree.

If this great god really came to be a teacher in Dean Cao's hospital, Tianyou Hospital would have no place to stay.

But if he agreed, he might be able to send a few people to learn.

Director Chen, you are just worried about the hospital’s money.

At the same time, I hate that I am not Lin Han.

Why doesn't this good thing happen to me?

You can give lectures at any price you like!

Then why doesn’t Lin Han ask for too much?

Unexpectedly, Lin Han thought about it and said:

“I don’t plan on lecturing.”

Of course, Dean Cao did not give up and told Lin Han that he could name any price and he would never bargain.

This time, Lin Han made his words clearer:

"I won't tell you specifically, but I plan to make all my treatments public."

When the three heard this, their eyes widened and their mouths opened into O shapes.

"public?"

“Yes.” Lin Han nodded: “Curing cancer is not as simple as you think. Even if I teach you, you won’t be able to learn it… Later I will make a video of my treatment process. If you want to learn, just watch it online!”

After saying that, Lin Han didn't care about the three confused faces. He stood up and walked out slowly.

The idea of ​​making a video came to me at the last minute.

If someone can really learn his techniques and cure cancer patients, it would be a good deed.

There is also a little selfish motive. Lin Han believes that although his antique shop business is good now, he also needs to rely on the trendy platform.

Otherwise, you will be eliminated sooner or later.

Having made up his mind, Lin Han put down the heavy burden in his heart and walked towards An's mother's ward with relaxed steps.

In the ward, An's mother had already sat up, leaning against the pillow.

When she saw Lin Han, An's mother burst into tears.

Unlike An An, An's mother looks like a woman who has experienced many hardships in life.

Her appearance and figure are also very different from An An's.

Lin Han actually has a natural pity and sympathy for this kind of old man.

After all, his parents are ordinary working class.

"Auntie, Director Chen and his team have just examined you and cleared all the cancer cells... From now on, you just need to eat and drink well and enjoy life!"

Hearing what Lin Han said, Mother An nodded continuously with tears in her eyes.

On the way back, Zhuang Yao was in a good mood.

He drove the car at full speed and then stopped in front of the antique market.

"What are you stopping here for?"

Zhuang Yao jumped out of the car and opened Lin Han's passenger door: "Get out of the car quickly and go shopping with me."

Lin Han had been in the hospital for the whole morning, and had lost a lot of skin and bones last night, so he felt very depressed.

It would be nice to go down and move around.

He jumped out of the car, did a few high-leg exercises, and then stretched his shoulders.

Only then did I feel a little more comfortable.

"What are you buying? These are all fakes. How can a young lady like you like these things?"

Zhuang Yao snorted, took Lin Han's arm, and said proudly:

"Anyway, I bought it for you. It's up to you. If you can pick out the best, I'll give you the best... If you don't have good taste, I'll have to give you a fake!"

"So it was given to me." Lin Han smiled and smoothed his hair:

"Then I have to pick a big one!"

As they talked, they walked along the path in the middle of the stalls and looked around.

Zhuang Yao looked at the things on her stall and said:

"I have learned a lot of treasure appraisal techniques from you, and today I am ready to show my skills!"

Lin Han didn't care: "Then I'll rely on you today!"

It was noon and the stall owners had just finished their meals. Most of them were dozing off on their recliners or stools.

A few who were awake were bleary-eyed and didn't want to talk to anyone.

There weren't many guests.

The antique market opens very early, so I guess the customers have gone home long ago.

Lin Han and Zhuang Yao walked slowly.

Suddenly, Zhuang Yao pulled Lin Han's arm a few times.

He saw Zhuang Yao looking at him and pointing at the stall on the right.

Um?

Zhuang Yao whispered:

“Look at that picture.”

Following her line of sight, Lin Han looked around.

That was a calligraphy and painting stall.

Newspapers were spread on the ground, with seven or eight ancient paintings placed one by one on them.

Most ancient paintings are landscapes. The one on the far left that Zhuang Yao pointed to is a picture of Lingshan Creek.

This painting is a masterpiece by Bada Shanren Zhu Da.

Zhu Da often signed his works with "Crying" or "Laughing".

The painting in front of me is signed with the name of Kuzhi.

But unfortunately, this is a replica.

Moreover, it is a modern imitation, and the price is about one or two thousand.

The painting is pretty good.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

Although he read so much, Lin Han actually only took one or two seconds.

He shook his head and continued walking forward: "It's fake, don't look at it."

Who knew that Zhuang Yao's stubborn temper would come out.

She grabbed Lin Han and refused to move forward.

have to!

Lin Han went back and squatted in front of the stall with Zhuang Yao to study it.

At this time, the stall owner was lying on a recliner, snoring loudly.

Zhuang Yao pointed to the painting by Zhu Da:

"Look how good the painting is, how could it be fake?"

Lin Han smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's fake at first glance. Zhu Da rarely used the signature "Xiaozhi". The one used on this painting should be "Kuzhi."

Zhuang Yao tilted her head to look at Lin Han, then looked at the ancient painting.

"How do you know?"