Chapter 21: The Art of Healing with Acupuncture

  Qin Huashan had the finance department transfer 200,000 yuan to Song Jian after hanging up the phone.

  After receiving the bank's prompt, Song Jian also taught Qin Huashan the already prepared lipid-water joint helical steady-state technology. As for the confidentiality agreement, Song Jian did not ask Qin Huashan to sign a contract, after all, if Qin Huashan leaked this technology, he would definitely know how serious the consequences would be.

  Song Jian knew Xu Si was coming and couldn't stop him, so he had no choice but to drive back home and pick up Xu Si at the company.

  The successful storage of quercetin means that the White Project research phase has been perfectly completed, and the next task is to carry out large-scale production and sales.

  For a company to make a profit, R&D is actually just the first step, production and sales are more important.

  Song Jian didn't plan to participate in the next plan either. With those 200,000 yuan, he should be able to solve his current difficulties.

  Arrived at the company, Xu Si quickly walked towards the office, without showing any signs of her previous illness.

  Song Jian followed behind Xu Si and walked back into the office again.

  The office was filled with the sound of Qin Huashan's angry roar: "Get out! Bae Yong, I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person! The company encountered a little bit of trouble and you couldn't bear it, even stirring up employees to make trouble. I was truly blind when I brought you into the company."

  Xu Si quickly walked into the office and said, "Grandfather, calm down, I'll take care of this matter!"

  Song Jian sat calmly on the sofa in the office, looking at Pei Yong who was standing still, with a few thoughts flashing in his eyes.

  Qin Hua Sheng was panting heavily on one side.

  As the head of the research group, Pei Yong's position in the company is not low, and his monthly salary is also 8,000, plus bonuses, it can reach 12,000 or 13,000.

  When he saw Xu Si arrive, Qin Huasheng naturally didn't dare say anything more. He huffed and puffed as he walked out of the office and returned to the research department.

  Xu Si sat behind his office desk, looking at Bae Yong and said: "Bae Yong, are you here for money today?"

  Bai Yong stood still, nodded and said: "Right, Director Xu, you mentioned yesterday that I can bring my resignation report here today. In addition to the remaining bonus, there are also two months' salary."

  Xu Si furrowed her brow and said: "Pei Yong, can you tell me where you went to work after leaving the company?"

  Bai Yong shook his head and said, "It's not decided yet. I've already applied for a lecturer position at Soochow University, so I'll be staying in school to teach for a while. If I'm lucky, I can apply for my own research project."

  Xu sighed and said, "Pei Yong, to be honest, the company can't do without you. You also know that even as an associate professor, the monthly salary and benefits are only 6,000 yuan. As a lecturer, the salary is even lower. But if you stay in the company, you can teach at school on one hand and work here on the other hand, I think it's not conflicting, right?"

  Bai Yong stood stubbornly in place and said, "Thank you for your appreciation, Director Xu. I have no face to stay in the company. The White Project was my strong recommendation to the company, but now that it's having problems, although you don't blame me, my colleagues all resent me. And besides, after yesterday's incident, I'm even more ashamed to stay."

  Xu Si furrowed her brow, trying to discern the truth from Pei Yong's words.

  Song Jian, who was sitting on the sofa beside him, suddenly spoke up: "The company can give you next month's quarterly bonus and year-end bonus in advance. Do you still want to quit?"

  "Really?" Pei Yong suddenly spoke up, then he stared blankly at Song Jian, wondering how this driver dared to sit so comfortably on the sofa in the office, even more relaxed than the company's boss.

  Xu Si looked at Song Jian with a strange expression, unsure of what Song Jian meant.

  "Of course it's true, but for the next few months, your salary will be halved, and there won't be any bonuses or benefits either."

  Pei Yong looked at Song Jian with a strange expression, then turned to Xu Si and said: "Director Xu, is what he said true?"

  Xu Si became even more surprised and said: "If Song Jian is telling the truth, can you stay?"

  Bai Yong nodded and said: "I will stay and work hard for the company with all my heart."

  Xu Si suddenly understood and stared at Bae Yong, saying: "Bae Yong, have you encountered some difficulties and urgently need money?"

  Bai Yong lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Yes, Mr. Xu, I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday, but I really need this money."

  Xu Sisong let out a sigh of relief and said: "Speak up, what's going on? If I can help, I'll definitely help you."

  Bai Yong sighed and said, "Actually, it's nothing much, I can handle it myself."

  "Is there a patient at your home? Heart disease?" Song Jian suddenly spoke again.

  Bai Yong's body trembled, and then he said in a low voice: "Yes, my wife has heart disease and urgently needs 300,000 yuan for surgery. Tomorrow is the day of the operation. If I still can't come up with this money, the expert from Beijing will leave."

  "How much is left?" Xǔ Sī asked.

  "We're still short of 50,000. But the doctor also said that even if it's that expert in Beijing, the success rate of the surgery is only 30%. Pei Yong said this much, and tears had already flowed out, "But I don't want to see my wife suffer from illness every day anymore, I'd rather she pass away than see her suffer..."

  Bai Yong lowered his head and spoke of the painful past, tears rolling down directly.

  Xu Si finally understood why Pei Yongning was willing to resign and get the remaining bonus, but Xu Si did not expect that Pei Yong's trouble yesterday was actually because of Wang Yang's 20,000 yuan.

  Song Jian stood up, walked to Pei Yong's side, patted his shoulder and said: "Brother, don't be sad for now. First take me to see your wife, then make a decision."

  Bae Yong said: "I need money for surgery." Bae Yong did not want to be pitied by others.

  Song Jian sighed and said: "A 30% chance of success is actually a declaration that your wife is dead. In this kind of surgery, the hospital usually won't do it."

  Xu thought for a moment and then said, "Alright, Pei Yong, let Song Jian accompany you to the hospital. If what you say is true, the company will help you contact better doctors and we'll also pay for your treatment in advance. Don't worry."

  Bai Yong heard this and suddenly sat down on the ground with a "thud", crying loudly like a little kid.

  All these years, Pei Yong had borne all the hardships alone. Now, suddenly there were two people willing to help him, and Pei Yong felt that the burden on his shoulders was greatly reduced. The emotions he had suppressed for so long finally burst out.

  Next, Song Jian drove the car with Pei Yong, heading towards the Third Affiliated Hospital of Soochow University.

  Seeing himself coming back to this hospital again, Song Jian couldn't help but smile wryly. He didn't expect that he still had a lot of fate with this place. The first time he woke up was also in this hospital.

  The car stopped, and Bae Yong led Song Jian towards the ward.

  In the ward, Song Jian saw Pei Yong's wife, Li Ying.

  Li Ying is a very quiet woman, over thirty years old, but looks like she's in her early twenties. Years of heart disease have made her particularly weak and pale.

  "How did you get back?" Li Ying asked when she saw Pei Yong, and then smiled warmly at Song Jian, looking at Pei Yong with a hint of blame, "You brought your colleague without saying anything in advance. I could have prepared some fruit to entertain them."

  Song Jian smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, you don't have to be polite anymore. I'm here on our boss's behalf to visit you. Hmm, sister-in-law, can you stretch out your wrist? Let me take a look at your pulse?"

  Li Ying was very generous, stretched out his hand and smiled: "It turns out that a small Chinese doctor has come."

  Pei Yong looked at Song Jian with a strange expression, thinking that this driver had become a doctor?

  Song Jian felt Li Ying's pulse, his face gradually becoming serious.

  After a while, Song Jian changed hands again.

  Bai Yong stood tensely on the spot, his two hands clenched tightly together. Although he didn't believe that Song Jian's medical skills were particularly impressive, he still hoped to hear some good news from him.

  It was Li Ying, who had become indifferent to life and death after so many years of illness. Seeing Pei Yong's tension, Li Ying beckoned him over, saying: "Come here, you're over thirty, don't be like a child without any composure."

  Bae Yong-jin walked over and sat down on the hospital bed.

  After a long time, Song Jian stopped, and there was no joy on his face.

  Bai Yong saw Song Jian's expression and already knew the result, he let out a "wu" sound and was about to cry again.

  Li Ying patted Pei Yong on the back and said with a smile: "What are you crying about? You're embarrassing me in front of your colleagues."

  Bae Yong simply shook his head.

  Song Jian suddenly woke up and patted Pei Yong's shoulder, saying: "Don't cry, sister-in-law will be fine."

  "Ah?" Pei Yong was taken aback, sprang up with a rustle and looked at Song Jian.

  Song Jian just smiled slightly and then looked at Li Ying, saying: "Sister-in-law, I'll be straightforward about your illness."

  Li Ying looked at Song Jian with a strange expression.

  "Sister, your illness is very serious. The congenital heart disease you have, generally speaking, won't allow one to live past the age of 20. However, from your pulse, I can tell that you must have received guidance from a superior person and have been taking medicine like Danshen and Longan that nourish the spirit, supplement the heart, and activate blood circulation for many years, which is why you've lived until now."

  After hearing this, Pei Yong's mouth was wide open and he said: "This... Brother Song Jian, can you really tell from the pulse?"

  Song Jian just smiled lightly and said, "It's not difficult at all. Hmm, now your illness has reached the final stage, if you believe me, move out of the hospital and take the Chinese medicine I prescribe every day, this way you can at least avoid suffering from pain. This way, within half a year or one year, I will refine a special dan medicine for your heart disease, only then can your illness be completely cured."

  "I believe it, I believe it!" Pei Yong immediately spoke up, "Song Jian brothers, is there really...really a kind of elixir that can cure my wife's illness?"

  Song Jian nodded definitely and said: "You may need your help. Okay, the operation and all that, let's forget about it for now. I'll pick you up from the hospital and take you home, then I'll give you a prescription."

  Song Jian instructed.

  Bai Yong quickly went to settle the discharge procedures.

  Li Ying looked at Song Jian and said: "Brother Song Jian, were you just deceiving Pei Yong? Otherwise, why would it take half a year or a year to get the elixir?"

  Song Jian was taken aback and burst out laughing, saying: "Sister-in-law, you're being overly cautious. It's just that this elixir... is a bit tricky to refine!"

  Song Jian let out a soft sigh. For ordinary patients, Song Jian, the chief imperial physician of the Song Dynasty, could naturally cure them with ease. However, for Li Ying's congenital heart disease, relying solely on the power of medicinal soup was not enough. Only by refining the elixir from the "Ancient True Man Book" could he be cured. Refining the elixir was undoubtedly extremely difficult. In his previous years at the Imperial Hospital, Song Jian had abundant resources for medicinal materials, elixir-refining equipment, and manpower as the chief imperial physician, yet he had only successfully refined a dozen or so elixirs.

  Now, Song Jian is alone and powerless, without any power or influence, making it even more difficult to refine the elixir, so Song Jian would say that it will take half a year or a year.

  Li Ying and Bae Yong were sent back to their rented house, and Song Jian didn't return to the company either, but went directly to Tongrentang.

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