Lin Xuan walked out of the operating room.
Lin Qingxiu immediately went up and grabbed Lin Xuan's hand. "Little Xuan, listen to me. I really didn't know you could cure the patient. I was just worried about you earlier. If you let her die on the operating table, it would have a huge negative impact on you. That's why I kept trying to stop you from operating on her."
"If I had known you could actually save her, I definitely wouldn't have stopped you."
"Little Xuan, do you know that I was praying for you the whole time just now? I prayed that this surgery of yours would absolutely be a success."
Lin Qingxiu spoke with deep and sincere emotion.
Lin Xuan sneered.
These sisters of the Lin family were indeed all the same, all wearing hypocritical faces.
Lin Qingwan was like that, and so was Lin Qingxiu.
Lin Qingxiu said she hoped his surgery would be successful, but behind his back, who knew how much she wished the patient would die on the operating table.
Just to prove that she was right to stop him from doing the surgery.
Having lived with them for so many years, he knew the temperaments of the Lin sisters better than anyone else.
"Lin Qingxiu, you don't need to put on such a hypocritical act in front of me."
Lin Xuan said expressionlessly, "You are disgusting like this."
"Also, it's impossible for me to return to your Lin family, nor will my attitude towards you Lin family members change in any way. So, you don't need to waste your effort on these useless attempts to get closer to me."
Hearing these words from Lin Xuan, Lin Qingxiu felt incredibly hurt.
"Little Xuan..."
She looked at Lin Xuan with a wounded expression.
Lin Xuan continued, "Third Miss Lin, I advise you to stay far away from me. Don't forget that your Starlight Group and DR Cosmetics Company were both brought down by me. Dealing with you is still a piece of cake for me."
"Mr. Lin," the hospital director said, "let's not pay attention to these irrelevant people. Let's go to my office first and wait for the patient's test results to come out."
The director's attitude was incredibly attentive.
He always felt that student Lin Xuan still had many awesome medical skills that he hadn't revealed yet.
He absolutely had to build a good relationship with such an incredible medical genius.
If one day Lin Xuan was in a good mood and gave him some more treatment methods for terminal illnesses, that would be absolutely fantastic.
"Alright." Lin Xuan nodded and walked past Lin Qingxiu.
As Lin Xuan walked ahead, the director whispered instructions to a doctor, "Go, have the security guards kick Lin Qingxiu out of the hospital. Don't let her cause trouble here. Also, pass down the order that unless Lin Qingxiu is brought into the hospital as a patient, don't let her in at any other time. She's a nuisance."
If Lin Xuan came to their hospital next time and bumped into Lin Qingxiu again, and something similar to today happened, it wouldn't be good.
"Yes, Director." The doctor nodded.
He made a phone call to contact security, and soon, security guards came over and found Lin Qingxiu.
"Take her away," the security captain ordered.
Lin Qingxiu could tell that the security captain was talking about her.
She became very emotional. "What are you doing? This is a hospital, a public place. What business is it of yours if I am here?"
"You can't take me away."
The security guards showed disdain on their faces.
This Lin Qingxiu used to be so arrogant and bossy towards them security guards when she worked at the hospital, and now she was finally getting her retribution.
The security guards stepped forward, grabbed Lin Qingxiu by the arms, and dragged her towards the hospital entrance.
Lin Qingxiu struggled and said, "What are you doing? Let me go! I can walk by myself, I don't need you to drag me away."
The security guards completely ignored Lin Qingxiu's words, held her down, and continued to take her away.
Lin Qingxiu lost a great deal of face.
Meanwhile, in the hospital director's office.
The director personally poured a cup of tea for Lin Xuan. "Mr. Lin, please wait a moment. Once the patient's test results are out, the doctor will bring them over immediately."
"Mhm." Lin Xuan nodded.
"Mr. Lin Xuan, I will leave the matter of helping our hospital's doctors learn how to treat leukemia to you," the director said with a beaming smile.
"Mhm." Lin Xuan nodded. "That's not a problem. However, Director, the medicine I provide will cost money."
"That's not a problem," the director nodded readily. He then asked, "I just don't know how much this medicine will cost."
Lin Xuan replied, "It needs to be taken every day, paired with some other simple treatments. In at most a month, it can kill all the cancer cells causing leukemia. My price is one thousand yuan per dose, and one dose is for one day."
The director's eyes lit up.
Thirty thousand yuan worth of medicine could cure leukemia. This was simply too cost-effective. For those with milder symptoms, it would only cost a little over ten thousand yuan.
Compared to the usual methods of treating leukemia, this was a very, very small amount of money.
"Good, good, good." The director grinned from ear to ear. "One thousand yuan it is. Then, Mr. Lin, we have a deal."
"Mhm."
Lin Xuan nodded. "I will set up a pharmaceutical company right away. When the time comes, I will sell the leukemia medicine to you in the name of the company."
It was indeed time to put the pharmaceutical company on the agenda.
Later, the cancer treatment drugs developed in the name of Shangqing University would also be produced through the pharmaceutical company.
Especially for the large-scale epidemics that would appear later, their pharmaceutical company could provide medicine to the patients, so the epidemics could be quickly contained.
"Good, good, good."
The director said with a smile, "Mr. Lin, if your company develops any good drugs, you must, absolutely must, contact me immediately."
"Mhm."
Lin Xuan nodded.
A doctor came over holding Zhao Mei's physical examination report.
The doctor looked at Lin Xuan, his face full of admiration.
Given Zhao Mei's condition, she could basically be pronounced dead. He didn't expect that she would actually be saved by Lin Xuan. Now, her physical condition was no different from that of an ordinary leukemia patient.
It was truly incredible.
Lin Xuan looked at the contents of the report and nodded, saying, "It's about what I expected. For the next half a month or so, the patient just needs to rest and go out to get some sun every day. I will send someone over with a month's supply of medicine until her white blood cell count returns to normal."
Lin Xuan stood up. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."
The director couldn't help but say, "Mr. Lin, are you really not going to consider staying and working at our hospital?"
"Mr. Lin, the working hours at our hospital are quite flexible. We would only ask you to come over when we encounter some tricky or important patients. It wouldn't delay too much of your other work."
Lin Xuan said, "Sorry, I am very busy. I really have no interest in working here."
He saved people for money.
Every time he made a medical visit, the fee was basically over a hundred million.
He didn't want to stay in the hospital to do charity work. He was naturally hard-hearted like this and wouldn't take the initiative to save irrelevant people.
The director knew he was asking a bit much. With Lin Xuan's current net worth, he absolutely didn't need to stay in their hospital as a lowly doctor.

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