Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

Lin Bufan's words became increasingly outrageous. Beside him, Xu Hongdou could no longer help but turn her head away, her shoulders heaving slightly, clearly struggling to hold back her laughter. Chen Nanxing also lowered his head, a smile curling the corners of his mouth.

Director Zhang was stunned, his mouth hanging open for a long time. He had heard some of these words before, some not, but when they were put together and spoken by Lin Bufan, it sounded like the jargon of science fiction or...charlatan?

After a brief hesitation, Director Zhang adjusted his glasses and cautiously asked, "Mr. Lin... Is what you said... really useful?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Bufan's face immediately turned serious, his brows furrowed, and he pretended to be offended and angry. His voice also rose a few notches: "Nonsense! Aren't you lying with your eyes open? The patient is right here! Jumping around, the examination list is written in black and white. Do you think it's useful? Did I photoshop this examination report? Or is your hospital's equipment collectively malfunctioning?"

Director Zhang was choked by Lin Bufan's sudden outburst of anger. He subconsciously looked down at the stack of medical reports in his hands, which clearly showed the lesions had almost disappeared and all indicators had returned to normal or even improved. He was speechless for a moment. Yes, no matter how mysterious or science fiction-like Lin Bufan's words seemed, the ironclad facts were before him: a patient with advanced pancreatic cancer, who had been sentenced to death by modern medicine, was recovering at an incredible speed. This made all his doubts seem pale and powerless.

"I...that's not what I meant..." Director Zhang waved his hands quickly, his face filled with apology and embarrassment. "Mr. Lin, please don't misunderstand me. I absolutely don't mean to question the effectiveness of your medical skills! It's just...it's just that the theory you mentioned, and I...and the modern medical system we've learned and been exposed to before, are different...um...it's really quite big. I'm a little confused at the moment and find it difficult to understand..."

Lin Bufan looked at Director Zhang, who was confused but had to believe and was extremely conflicted. He felt even more proud in his heart, but he put on a tolerant expression of "a great man does not bear grudges" on his face. He waved his hand, and his tone was filled with a bit of loneliness, "it's lonely at the top":

"Alright, alright, stop apologizing. I understand. After all, for a genius like me, gifted with such advanced thinking, at least three hundred years ahead of our time, it's only natural that you mere mortals can't grasp the things I've researched. My brain isn't even on the same level as yours, so explaining it to you is a bit like talking to a cow... No, it's a bit difficult."

Director Zhang couldn't help but twitch his lips as he listened to this undisguised boast. However, due to the "miracle" before him, he could only smile awkwardly and nod repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Mr. Lin, you are right...it's our limited knowledge and talent..."

Lin Bufan nodded in satisfaction, feeling that he had pretended enough, and was ready to end the conversation. He looked at Chen Nanxing and Xu Hongdou beside him, and said to Director Zhang: "Director Zhang, is there anything else? If not, we can..."

"Wait! Mr. Lin!" Hearing that Lin Bufan was about to send him away, Director Zhang seemed to have made up his mind and hurriedly interrupted him. A hesitant yet earnest look appeared on his face. He rubbed his hands and organized his words: "Um... Mr. Lin, I know this request may be a bit presumptuous, but... you see, you have mastered such... such miraculous medical skills. Although the theory is profound and I don't understand it, what if... what if there is a talented young doctor who can understand a little bit from it, even if it's just a little bit of inspiration, it will be a great thing for improving medical skills and benefiting more patients!"

He grew increasingly excited as he spoke, his eyes filled with a medical sense of responsibility and an almost devout anticipation. "So...so, I'm wondering if you could...give us a lecture at our hospital? It doesn't have to be too long, just briefly explain your philosophy and methods. If this can be promoted, even if it saves just one more person, it would be a great deed of immeasurable merit!"

"Hold a lecture?" Lin Bufan's eyes lit up instantly, but then he seemed to remember something. He touched his chin, a strange expression on his face, and asked with a hint of joking, "Director Zhang, you want me, a... um... someone who doesn't even have a formal medical license, to give a lecture to you serious doctors? Is that appropriate? Would your hospital... agree to this?"

"Medical qualification certificate?" Director Zhang was stunned. His eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Lin Bufan in disbelief: "Mr. Lin, you... you are not a doctor?"

Lin Bufan spread his hands, his face looking as if he was wondering what was so strange about this, and said confidently, "Ah, well... although I consider myself a master doctor, and there's practically no illness in heaven or on earth that I can't cure, and even the King of Hell would have to be polite to me... but, I've been so busy with scientific research, starting a company, and doing charity work that I haven't had time to take that little medical qualification exam. So strictly speaking, I can't really be considered a serious, licensed doctor yet."

Director Zhang: “…”

This time, Director Zhang was silent for more than ten seconds, with his facial expression changing constantly, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

Just when Lin Bufan was getting impatient, he adjusted his glasses, and his gaze behind the lenses refocused on Lin Bufan with a determination to burn his boats:

"Mr. Lin... rules are dead, but people are alive! If a talent like you, possessing... such extraordinary abilities, were to be buried simply because of a piece of paper, that would be the greatest loss to the medical community and a regret for countless patients!"

Director Zhang took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of solemnity and suggestion, "If you don't mind... could you... could you demonstrate it a little first? It doesn't have to be too complicated, as long as we ordinary people can witness it with our own eyes and confirm that you truly possess extraordinary skills... Then, regarding the issue of medical qualifications, perhaps... I can think of a way to help mediate."

Upon hearing this, Lin Bufan couldn't help but look Director Zhang up and down, his eyes filled with surprise and a hint of suspicion: "You actually have this ability?"

"I didn't realize it, Director Zhang! You have this method? Can you get... that little booklet?" He deliberately said "medical qualification certificate" as "little booklet", and his tone was full of sarcasm.

Director Zhang was nearly overcome by Lin Bufan's undisguised suspicion. "Who the hell are you looking down on?" he asked. "I'm one of the leading experts in pancreatic diseases in China, enjoying special allowances. Every time I attend a meeting, I'm lavishly praised by my peers. So many hospitals have to wait in line to invite me for a consultation!"

However, after thinking that Lin Bufan might even be able to cure advanced pancreatic cancer, Director Zhang suddenly lost his confidence!

Seeing this, Chen's parents were afraid that Lin Bufan had offended Director Zhang, so they hurried to help explain.

Chen's mother said eagerly, "Xiao Lin, Director Zhang is a well-known pancreatic disease expert in China. He is an absolute authority in this field!"

Father Chen nodded repeatedly and added, "Yes, Director Zhang is not only a skilled doctor, but also a decent person. He is highly respected in the industry and has a very high status!"

Under the flattery of Chen's parents, Director Zhang finally regained his former confidence and immediately straightened his back. "Mr. Lin, to be honest, I have worked in the medical system for decades and served as department director for more than ten years. In this part of Kyoto, I have some connections and influence. As long as your medical skills are genuine and can stand up to scrutiny, I can handle your case with special treatment."

Lin Bufan didn't fully believe it and still had a trace of doubt: "Is this true? Director Zhang, are you so... unconventional? You can even... manipulate a medical license?"

Director Zhang was a bit embarrassed by Lin Bufan's blunt assessment, but he still gritted his teeth, maintaining the composure of a professional, and pushed his glasses up. "Mr. Lin, you're too serious. This isn't called an operation, this is called... special treatment for special cases, opening up a green channel for special talents. As long as your medical skills have been verified by an authority and you truly possess real talent, the process can be handled flexibly."

"Oh—special matters will be handled specially, green channel..." Lin Bufan drew out his words, his expression instantly changing from "suspicion" to "heartbroken." He slapped his thigh, his voice suddenly rising, pointing at Director Zhang's nose, his tone filled with "righteous" rebuke:

"Director Zhang! I never thought you were such a person! As a doctor, a department head, a respected expert! You actually thought of abusing your power and engaging in these crooked practices?! Do you know what this behavior of yours is called? It's called dereliction of duty! It's called extreme irresponsibility towards the patient's right to life and health! You easily handle a special case, and what if a mediocre doctor is sent in and someone dies? Can you bear the responsibility? Huh?! Where are your medical ethics? Where are your professional ethics? Have they all been eaten by dogs?!"

Lin Bufan's series of righteous questions came like a torrential rain, bombarding Director Zhang and leaving him stunned!

who am I?

where am I?

what am i doing?

Am I not helping him?

Director Zhang stood there, his face turning red and white, his lips trembling, his whole body shaking with anger, his chest heaving violently, he felt his blood pressure soaring instantly, his vision went black, and he almost vomited a mouthful of blood!

Just when Director Zhang felt like he was about to have a heart attack and was about to explode without caring about his image, Lin Bufan suddenly changed the subject. The "anger at his lack of fighting spirit" on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by an expression of "I am magnanimous". He waved his hand, and his tone became "earnest and sincere":

"Sigh... forget it, Director Zhang. You have good intentions, and are doing this for the sake of medical advancement and your patients. Although your methods are extremely wrong and your thinking is extremely dangerous, your starting point... well, barely considered not bad. This time, I won't argue with you. I'll do as you say, but remember, don't do it again!"

Director Zhang: “…”

Director Zhang roared furiously inwardly: "I abused my power?! I'm using deviant methods?! I'm derelict of duty?! It's you, a fellow without even a medical license, who's spouting such nonsense! If it weren't for the ironclad fact of Chen Nanxing's recovery, I… I would have… Ahhhh! I'm so pissed! How could someone so shameless exist in this world?!"

Director Zhang felt as if his decades of self-cultivation and composure had shattered into dust at this moment. His blood pressure soared, his temples throbbing, and he wanted to rush over and grab Lin Bufan by the collar and shake him: "Are you being reasonable or not?"

Seeing Director Zhang's face turning from red to blue and his breathing becoming rapid, as if he might pass out at any moment, Lin Bufan was afraid that he would actually lie down and try to scam people, so he quickly called it quits. He waved his hand and said in a "magnanimous" tone, "Alright, Director Zhang, look how excited you are! Let's stop talking about those useless things and get down to business!"

Who the hell is spouting these useless tirade, you bastard?! Haven't you been the one spouting nonsense, boasting, and blaming others the whole time?!

"Director Zhang, how exactly do you want me to prove it? I've taken Nanxing from a terminal pancreatic cancer patient and turned her into a healthy, energetic woman with test results comparable to a college student. Isn't that proof of my medical skills? Isn't that strong enough? Isn't that a clear-cut result?"

Director Zhang took several deep breaths, repeating to himself, "Progress is important, progress is important!" before finally calming down.

"Mr. Lin... Of course, we've seen Chen Nanxing's recovery, and the test results are undeniable. It's truly a miracle. But...

Medicine emphasizes repeatability and verifiability. Your treatment this time... well, it was quite unique, and none of us witnessed the specific methods firsthand. If we want to gain wider understanding and conviction among medical colleagues, and even... to secure some policy concessions for you, it would be best... best to have a more open and intuitive presentation of the process for everyone to see."

Director Zhang chose his words carefully, trying not to irritate Lin Bufan's "fragile" nerves and "noble" ethics. "What I mean is, you don't need to reveal core secrets, but at least... can you, in a relatively public setting, such as in our hospital, select one... or several patients whose conditions are typical and who are not responding well to conventional treatments, and have them diagnose and treat them? We can see the treatment process with our own eyes, and... and the exact results afterwards. That way, both the recognition of your medical skills and any subsequent... um... qualification considerations will be more convincing and more in line with procedures."

After Director Zhang finished speaking, he looked at Lin Bufan nervously, fearing that this young man with unusual thinking would label him as "distrustful of miracle doctors" and "questioning medical miracles."

Lin Bufan touched his chin and thought about it. He felt that what Director Zhang said made some sense, but the biggest problem was that this guy didn’t know how to treat a disease at all!

As for the special medicine for cancer, it is only for treating the late stage, and it is not available yet. Otherwise, it is difficult to explain it even with quantum mechanics!

It looks like it's time to open some treasure chests!