Courtyard House: Starting by inheriting the tradition and suppressing the barbarians.

In the days following my return to Beijing, Hongxing Hospital was practically a bustling market.

It wasn't just patients lining up for treatment that formed long queues.

Furthermore, reporters from various media outlets were blocking the entrance with their cameras and microphones, flashing their lights from time to time.

Everyone wants to interview this guy who just made our country proud in Geneva!

Li Xuan, the miraculous doctor who gave the Western medical community a resounding slap in the face.

However, even more sensational was an explosive news report that came from abroad.

The American Post's front page headline reads: "Mayo Clinic Offers Million-Dollar Salary, But Chinese Doctor Rejects?"

The Times commented: "The mysterious power of the East lies not only in its medical skills, but also in its faith."

"A million US dollars? My goodness! God, that's a lot of money!"

"I just had someone calculate it, and if it were converted to RMB, the thickness... it could probably bury this entire hospital building!"

"All our lifetime earnings combined wouldn't even amount to a fraction of what they earn!"

"Dean Li really refused? That takes incredible willpower!"

"If it were me, my legs would have gone weak by now."

"That's why he's a miracle doctor, and you're just a doorman!"

"But then again, Dean Li has really made us Chinese people proud this time!"

In the hospital corridors and cafeteria, doctors and nurses were all talking about it.

In this day and age, one million US dollars is simply a myth for ordinary people!

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Dean's Office.

Li Xuan had just returned from his rounds and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when there was a knock on the door.

The knocking wasn't as gentle as a nurse's usual work report.

Instead, it reveals a sense of urgency and assertiveness.

The door opened, and several blond, blue-eyed foreigners, led in by staff from the Ministry of Health's Foreign Affairs Bureau, entered.

"Mr. Li, we're so glad to see you again!"

The person leading the group was the vice president of the Mayo Clinic.

Undeterred by the failed negotiations in Geneva, he pursued the matter all the way to the Chinese capital!

"Mr. Li, please forgive our intrusion."

The Vice President of the United States wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Without exchanging many pleasantries, he simply gave his assistant a wink.

The burly assistant stepped forward.

He placed a heavy black briefcase on Li Xuan's desk.

With a "click," the metal latch popped open.

The moment the lid was lifted, the entire office seemed to brighten several degrees.

The room was full of doctors, nurses, and interns who had rushed over to see what was going on at the door.

At that moment, everyone held their breath.

Everyone craned their necks, their eyes almost popping out of the box.

Those are bright green US dollars!

Neatly stacked, piled up like a small mountain!

In an era when the average wage is only a few dozen yuan, this visual impact is no different from a nuclear explosion.

"This is a signing fee of two hundred thousand US dollars."

"Just nod and sign now."

"So this box of money is now your pocket money!"

The American, speaking broken Chinese, said urgently and enticingly, "Our conditions in Geneva remain unchanged!"

"A million-dollar annual salary! A villa! A green card! A private jet!"

"Furthermore, the board has approved that we can establish the world's largest TCM research center for you."

"Equipped with world-class laboratories!"

"You are fully responsible and will not interfere in any way!"

"Mr. Li, please look around..."

The American pointed to the somewhat shabby office and the dusty street outside the window.

"The environment here, the equipment here."

"How can such outdated medical conditions be worthy of a master like you?"

"You're like a diamond that's fallen into a pile of coal!"

"This is a waste of your talent, a crime against human medicine!"

"Only America is your stage! Only America is where you should shine!"

The scene was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Several young interns were gripping the doorframe tightly, their knuckles turning white.

Having $200,000 in cash right in front of you is incredibly impactful!

Not to mention villas and private jets!

That's a life that even movies wouldn't dare portray!

Many people began to waver violently, their throats went dry, and the sound of swallowing saliva rose and fell.

"If it were me... I would have agreed long ago..." a young doctor cried out in his heart.

The accompanying personnel from the Ministry of Health also looked tense.

They were afraid that Li Xuan wouldn't be able to resist these sugar-coated bullets.

After all, it's human nature to strive for better things.

Li Xuan sat in a chair, holding an ordinary enamel mug in his hand, and took a small sip of tea.

He didn't even glance at the box of US dollars.

He simply raised his eyelids and glanced indifferently at the American.

"Are you done talking?"

"Uh...that's all." The American was taken aback.

"Now that you've finished talking, take your money and get out."

Li Xuan spoke coldly, "This is a hospital, a place to treat the sick and save lives."

"This isn't an exchange for you to flaunt your wealth!"

"This stench of money is bothering my patients."

"Mr. Li! You can't be so stubborn! This is simply foolish!"

The American got impatient, put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and exuded a strong sense of pressure.

Do you know what you're rejecting?

"You're not just rejecting wealth, you're rejecting a ticket to high society!"

"It's the ultimate dream for doctors all over the world!"

"Is it all for your so-called patriotism?"

"How much is sentimentality worth? Can sentimentality buy the most advanced CT scanner? Can sentimentality let you live in a mansion?"

"hehe."

Li Xuan put down his teacup and slowly stood up.

He walked around the desk and stood in front of the American.

Although he was wearing a simple white lab coat.

But his imposing presence made the well-dressed American man take a half-step back.

"You ask me how much sentimentality is worth?"

Li Xuan pointed out the window.

There, the towering chimneys of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill stand, and the bustling streets are filled with activity.

They are countless ordinary people wearing blue overalls and riding bicycles.

"Look at them."

Li Xuan's voice became deep and powerful, "They may not be rich, they may not have mansions or cars."

"But it was these people who built this country with their blood and sweat, supported me, and made traditional Chinese medicine what it is today!"

"My medical skills were passed down from my ancestors."

"My experience was accumulated on this land."

"You made me abandon my roots and betray my soul for money."

"Go and become a private doctor for your so-called high society?"

Li Xuan sneered, "Ha!"

"In your eyes, one million dollars is a lot of money."

"But in my eyes, it's worthless!"

"My roots are in China, and the soul of traditional Chinese medicine is in China!"

"A mansion and a luxury car can't take away my Chinese heart."

"Mountains of gold and silver cannot buy back my backbone!"

At this point, Li Xuan suddenly waved his hand and pointed to the gate.

"Take your filthy money and get out!"

boom!

The doctors and nurses watching outside the door burst into thunderous applause.

"Well done, Dean!"

"This is the true spirit of the Chinese people!"

"I wouldn't trade it for any amount of money!"

Applause surged forth like a tidal wave, mixed with excited cheers.

Those young people who had previously wavered in their resolve.

Looking at Li Xuan's tall figure, I felt ashamed.

The American, his face flushed, looked like a clown amidst the overwhelming uproar.

He awkwardly closed the suitcase and, amidst the boos of the crowd, slunk away from Red Star Hospital.

Li Xuan turned around, looked at the pairs of admiring and respectful eyes outside the door, and smiled gently.

"Everyone, go home and do what you were doing."

"Remember, we are doctors."

"Stand tall and have a righteous heart."

"As long as we don't look down on ourselves, no one can look down on us."

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