My wife is the queen

  Qin Yan didn't like small talk, and when he had the time, he would rather lie on a recliner at the entrance of the bar drinking beer and checking out beautiful women, so after entering, he immediately asked to go see the patient.

  The Song family of three also hoped he would see a doctor as soon as possible.

  It's just that when guests come to the door, they have to fulfill their duties as hosts. Since the guests actively asked to see a doctor, it was exactly what they wanted to see.

  Led by Song Yingping, a slightly chubby middle-aged man who is also Song Yuyan's father, Qin Yan followed behind him to the third floor of the villa.

  In a decorated room in the middle of the third floor, all doors and windows were closed, even the curtains were pulled up, without any light shining through.

  "Mr. Qin, since my father fell ill, he has been afraid of light, so..." Song Yingping's face was bitter, it could be seen that he was a filial son, the old man's illness had cast a gloomy shadow over the whole family.

  "Old Master must have been very capable back then?" Qin Yan asked.

  "Nonsense!"

  Song Yu Yan glared at him fiercely and snorted, "My grandfather was a renowned master in traditional Chinese medicine, known throughout the land of Huaxia. You must have heard of Song Guo Feng?"

  Song Yingping heard his daughter's tone was not good, he didn't know about the ambiguous episode on the road, and was deeply afraid that Yuanyan would offend Qin Yan. He immediately sank his face and shouted: "Yuanyan! How are you talking to Mr. Qin? Mr. Qin is our guest, he came to treat your grandfather's illness! Apologize quickly!"

  She didn't take the first half of the sentence seriously, but when her father mentioned that Qin Yan was the one who treated Grandpa's illness, she had endless grievances and anger in her heart, but could only swallow it.

  "It's okay, Yuanyan and I are good friends, we don't need to mind so much about these things." Qin Yan hurriedly mediated before Song Yuanyan could apologize.

  "Don't pretend to be kind."

  This time Song Yu Yan learned her lesson and took the opportunity to pass by Qin Yan's side while opening the door, speaking in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

  Qin Yan could understand her bad attitude, just like understanding an old man's aversion to light.

  From the way the family praises the old man, it can be inferred that he was a very capable person in his youth and had a glorious life. Who would have thought that after growing old, he would contract such an illness? As a renowned Chinese medicine doctor himself, he couldn't even cure it, and as a result, became like this. It's imaginable that he must feel terrible inside and is unwilling to see anyone, only wanting to hide in the darkness and avoid the world.

  Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS)

  Along with cancer, AIDS, leukemia and rheumatism, it is known as one of the world's five incurable diseases. Neither traditional Chinese medicine nor Western medicine can find any treatment methods, at most only alleviating symptoms to a certain extent.

  This patient is also called 'awakened vegetable', due to muscle atrophy, the whole person will become very unsightly and come with various problems.

  The door opened soon and four people walked in.

  Ah...... Ah...... Ah......

  Following the direction of the strange voice, an old man was lying on a soft big bed. Although he couldn't understand what he wanted to say, from the emotions in his eyes, it could be seen that he was furious: he wanted everyone to get out and didn't want to be seen in his current state.

  Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, patients with the passage of time, muscle atrophy gradually, many abilities will be lost.

  They lost the support of their muscles, making it difficult for them to stand upright; their necks could not hold up their heads, which would droop limply to one side; their vocal cords were unable to produce a complete tone, and their entire face became like that of someone with facial paralysis.

  "Old sir, I'm Qin Yan, here to treat your illness." Qin Yan smiled and greeted the old man.

  "Ah... ah..." The old man shouted angrily, apparently unwilling to cooperate with treatment.

  "Are you afraid I'll cure you and ruin your business?"

  "Mr. Qin!"

  Qin Yan still wore a warm smile, but his words became sharp and cutting. Song Yingping's face changed instantly: He was indeed here to treat his father's illness, but that didn't mean he could insult his father.

  Just as Song Yingping was about to speak out and stop them, she was restrained by a glance from Song Yuyan beside her.

  "I've heard that you're a renowned Chinese medicine doctor, if I were to cure you, your reputation as a master of Chinese medicine would be tarnished. Are you afraid of losing face at the hands of a junior?"

  It seems that Song Yingping didn't notice the bad look on his face, and Qin Yanji's tone became more and more harsh: "Or perhaps Mr. wants to occupy the toilet without pulling shit, not giving us younger generations a chance to show off, and would rather take the title of Chinese medicine saint into the coffin than let someone else take it away?"

  "Qin Yan! Shut up!"

  Song Yingping scolded in a loud voice, when he just entered the door, he still thought that this young man was not good-looking, but still polite and courteous, now it seems to be an utterly despicable villain, actually saying such things to his father, where did his daughter find such a rascal?

  "Ah......ahhh......" The old man continued to shout at Qin Yan, but if you pay attention, you'll find that the meaning he's conveying now is different from before.

  "Heh heh, Old Master thinks I'm too proud, huh?" Qin Yan seemed to have not heard Song Yingping's rebuke.

  "Ah..."

  "Then let's make a bet, it's just that I don't know if the old gentleman dares or not, and is afraid or not that I will snatch away your reputation as a great Chinese medicine doctor."

  "Ah!"

  "Good! I thought the old man had lost his courage, but it seems I was wrong!"

  The conversation had reached this point, and Song Yingping could see the situation even if he was stupid: his father's illness was getting more and more serious, not only because ALS is one of the five incurable diseases in the world, but also because the old man refused to cooperate with treatment, or simply refused treatment. The whole family knew that he wanted to die early.

  The patient's greatest enemy is not the disease itself, but the loss of motivation to live on. When one loses hope in life, even the best treatment is useless.

  Ye Xuan just said that to get Grandfather to cooperate with the treatment, this is also an indispensable step!

  "Mr. Qin, just now... I'm sorry..." Song Yingping also knew how to admit his mistakes and change.

  "According to Yu Yan, your family has three generations of doctors."

  Qin Yan pointed to the luxurious decorations in the room and smiled lightly: "How many red envelopes did this villa cost? Of course, Mr. Song, don't misunderstand me. If others are corrupt or embezzling, as long as it doesn't harm my interests, I won't bother with it. But when I see a patient, I have to charge money, and the consultation fee is tied to the patient's actual situation."

  Although he is not a gentleman, he has his own principles. If the other party accepts ill-gotten gains, then this medical fee will naturally be much higher, it's just helping the other party to spend their ill-gotten wealth.

  "Mr. Qin misunderstood."

  Song Yingping smiled wryly and shook his head, saying: "I'm not afraid to tell you, Mr. Qin, I used to study medicine, but unfortunately, I didn't have much talent in this area, my medical skills were always mediocre. To avoid embarrassing my father's reputation, I eventually switched to doing pharmaceutical business and now I have a pharmaceutical factory of my own. Don't worry, Mr. Qin, every penny of mine is clean, including the consultation fee, not a single cent will be missing."

  Pharmaceutical manufacturing plant?

  For some reason, Qin Yan seemed to have been suddenly enlightened.

  Since his Dantian was restored and his strength returned to the Eighth Heaven, he had been thinking about a problem: according to conventional methods of cultivation, it would be extremely difficult to make further progress. The only shortcut was to follow the ancient manual's instructions and use medicinal decoctions to rapidly increase his cultivation. However, among the three main herbs required, even the hundred-year-old agarwood was hard to come by, let alone the other two types of herbs that didn't even have recorded names - how could he find them in this vast world?

  A few days ago, I specifically discussed this issue with Su Hao. Su Hao said: If you don't want people to know the real purpose of taking this medicine, then you must distort its actual efficacy.

  At that time, Su Hao just talked about it, and he listened to it. Now that Song Yingping mentioned the pharmaceutical factory, an idea suddenly came up.

  Not just for those few main drugs, but also for many more auxiliary drugs.

  Although auxiliary medicine is not as rare as principal medicine, it can be bought on the market, but each one is expensive and cannot be afforded without a large amount of money.

  So, in order to increase strength, it's not just about finding the main medicine, but also making as much money as possible to buy those expensive auxiliary medicines, neither of which can be missing.

  "Mr. Qin, as long as you can cure my father's illness, money is no problem, even if it means I have to spend all our family's wealth!" Song Yingping said in a low voice.

  Awesome!

  I've been waiting for you to say exactly that!

  Of course, he didn't want to give Song Yu Yan a bad impression. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "Yu Yan and I are friends after all, and Mr. Song's money is also clean. I naturally can't collect random medical fees. I just wanted to ask Mr. Song for a small favor, to help me purchase some very rare medicinal materials. I will pay the full amount without missing a single cent."

  It was merely a trivial matter for Song Yingping to collect some medicinal herbs, so he readily agreed.

  But what happened next was unexpected.

  "I've said it before, Yuanyan and I are friends, and her grandfather is also my grandfather." As he spoke, Qin Yan glanced at Song Yuanyan surreptitiously.

  "You're really just a friend!" Song Yu Yan muttered in her heart, but didn't say it out loud, after all she had something to ask of him now.

  "Helping Grandpa get treatment is what I should do, so I asked Mr. Song for help, that's the favor I owe you, and it just so happens that I don't like owing favors to others."

  Up to this point, no matter how you listen to it, it's comfortable for everyone. At least Song Yingping and Cui Xiufu felt that this young man was not bad. Unfortunately, the next sentence made people jump up and scold their mothers: "Since Mr. Song helped me, I must return this favor, so I decided to invest in Mr. Song's pharmaceutical factory and hold 51% of the shares."

  Entering the stock is no big deal, but holding 51% of the shares, isn't that equivalent to saying that Qin Yan is now the boss of the pharmaceutical factory? What's the basis for this?

  Song Yingping, not wanting to offend him, suppressed his anger and said: "Mr. Qin, let's not talk about the shareholding ratio for now. Although Song's pharmaceutical factory is not a big one, it has some reputation in Pingjiang, and the funds required for this investment are not a small amount of three or five million."

  From his daughter's mouth, he had long known that the young man in front of him was skilled in medicine, and such a person would not lack money. Taking out 3 to 5 million was not a big problem, but saying tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, that was not something an ordinary person could take out, at least he didn't think Qin Yan had that much money.

  He guessed it right, Qin Yan indeed didn't have that much money, but he still underestimated the extent of his opponent's shamelessness.

  "I'm investing in tech stocks, I don't need money." Qin Yan had an innocent look on his face.

  "You..."

  If it weren't for his good upbringing, Song Yingping would have already cursed loudly: Who the hell has seen a technical stock enter and occupy 51% of the company's total shares? Does he think his technology can reach the sky?