Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Lin Quan, who goes by the pseudonym "Zhong Linguo", is surrounded by doctors and nurses whenever he has a spare moment.

After performing surgery after surgery, he won over the entire department.

He shared his expertise without reservation, performing surgeries on the operating table and making rounds off the table, offering guidance to young doctors at any time.

"Old Wang, is this person really an engineer from your group? Or is he some expert poached from a hospital?" Mu Qingshan asked, half believing and half doubting.

"Absolutely true, he is an eight-star engineer in our group." Wang Zhennan nodded.

"Then where did he get his medical skills from?" Mu Qingshan was still puzzled.

"Lin Gong has a wide range of interests—his culinary skills are exceptional, and he excels in materials science and mechanical design..." Wang Zhennan added with a smile.

"I never imagined that such a multi-talented person was hidden in our country." Mu Qingshan sighed for a long time.

"When will the medical license be ready?" Wang Zhennan asked.

"He really intends to become a doctor?" Mu Qingshan smiled.

"Not really. Engineer Lin just wants to be certified to work—so that if he encounters a patient with an emergency on the road, he won't be restricted by his certification and have to watch helplessly as he can't provide assistance. There are tens of thousands of doctors across the country, but there's only one like him," Wang Zhennan explained earnestly.

"The documents will be delivered to you within a week," Mu Qingshan replied.

"Thank you very much then," Wang Zhennan said.

"There's no need for thanks between us," Mu Qingshan waved his hand.

A dozen days later, Lin Quan drove away from the military hospital.

The "Dr. Chung," whose medical skills were astonishing and whose face was never revealed, quietly disappeared.

Many doctors and nurses kept asking Mu Qingshan, "Where did Dr. Zhong go?"

Mu Qingshan felt a tightness in his chest, but he could only swallow his bitterness. He knew Lin Quan's background, but if he mentioned it, he would immediately be sent to the interrogation room for a "special tea".

Engineers with five stars or higher have their files locked in the bottom layer of a top-secret cabinet; Lin Quan is an eight-star engineer, and even his file number has an encrypted chip.

If he dares to utter even a single word, the next day won't be a meeting, but rather an invitation for "in-depth discussion."

On a sudden impulse, Mu Qingshan slumped his shoulders, his eyes reddened, and he lowered his voice to his subordinates, "Dr. Zhong... collapsed from exhaustion."

During Lin Quan's time at the hospital, he spent every day between the operating room and the laboratory, often working until 3 a.m.; no one would doubt that he had "passed away"—in the medical field, "passed away" never only refers to death, but also to transfer, retirement, or even going abroad for further studies.

But no one thought of that. When they saw his red eyes and choked voice, and then heard "Dr. Chung is gone," they immediately imagined a scene of a white sheet covering his face and flowers surrounding him.

"I was talking about Dr. Chung, not Engineer Lin. This misunderstanding is quite amusing."

Mu Qingshan, in his early fifties, turned his back to organize the documents, his lips twitching as he forced a cough to suppress his laughter.

Back in the military hospital, Lin Quan always wore a mask, only revealing his eyes. Even the nurses on duty only remembered that he had a small mole behind his left ear. The hospital director was the only person who had ever seen him take off his mask.

Back at Huaxia Industrial Group, he and Wang Zhennan talked in the office for forty minutes.

Wang Zhennan personally sealed the finished products in the inventory and delivered them to the Northwest Underground Warehouse No. 3.

A few days later, Lin Quan received his new certificate—his technical level was clearly marked as "Nine Stars".

"The small reactor and the gene-based medicine... don't mention them to outsiders anymore." Wang Zhennan placed his pen on the document, his tone calm but leaving no room for argument.

"Okay," Lin Quan readily agreed. All he needed were the high-precision wafers and batteries to fit into the smartwatch; factory construction, quality control, and supply chain? It would be much easier to leave all that to Huaxia Industrial Group.

Before leaving, he left behind a complete set of process parameters for seventy-one composite materials, mounted his Tank KE500, and headed straight for Haizhou.

"The Jingjing production line will be delivered early next year; in the second half of next year, chips and batteries will begin to roll off the production line."

After transferring ten million to his parents' account and exchanging a few pleasantries over the phone, Lin Quan pushed open the door of the villa in the Cuizhu residential area.

The room was so quiet you could hear the ticking of the clock's second hand.

"Nie Xiaoyu and Liu Qian are fine for traveling the world; but actually marrying them? Forget it."

He glanced at the empty living room, his brow furrowing slightly.

He took a deep breath and turned on the hot water valve in the bathtub. As the water began to rush in, he sank into the water and began to stimulate his hidden meridians.

The human body has 360 visible meridians, which are naturally unobstructed; but 129,240 hidden meridians are all tightly sealed by a grayish-white crystalline energy.

To date, he has only managed to carve out more than three hundred channels.

Currently, apart from a few that barely hold up the show, the rest of those capabilities are basically just for show.

It's not that he lacks ability, it's that he's too weak—like trying to light rocket fuel with a lighter, he only has the fuse, but not enough power.

He woke up feeling refreshed. He focused his mind and used his spatial abilities to create a personal space.

The true abilities of the Treasure Bowl are, firstly, to create illusions, and secondly, to transform the illusory into the real; as for storage? It has absolutely no such function.

"A spherical space with a diameter of half a meter is more than enough to hold identification documents and a firearm."

Liu Yu, Ma Tao, and Li Xiong manage Xiao Chu Wang Liang Mian Shop meticulously; Wang Zhennan keeps a closer eye on the two lines of Jingjing and Gene Agents than on his own granary.

Lin Quan was so bored that he decided to turn his attention to the film and television industry.

He registered two shell companies, "Da Hong Studio" and "Da Hong Special Effects Company"; he also made a special trip to the headquarters of Origin Chinese Network to sign a cooperation agreement.

An investment of 170 million was made, with 30 million coming from the source, to co-produce "Superpowered".

Film profits are distributed according to the proportion of investment.

Lin Quan served as screenwriter and director; Qi Yuan was responsible for sending the filming team.

Origin.cn was acquired by Tencent several years ago.

In China, Tencent is a behemoth; its subsidiary, Tencent Pictures, has 27 regular film and television production teams.

Initially, the author was unwilling to let Lin Quan be the director—fearing that he would neglect other aspects and the novel would be discontinued.

As a result, the contract was signed very quickly: "Superpowered One," which updates 50,000 words a day, consistently generates a pre-tax net profit of over 30 million yuan per month.

If Superpowered Ones were to stop updating, Origin Chinese Website would lose far more than just tens of millions of dollars.

Many people register on Origin Chinese website and reading platforms just to follow the updates of Superpowered.

Having survived countless eras in the illusory world, Lin Quan possesses an uncountable array of skills.

He's had experience as a director, and he knows everything about camera lighting, sound tuning, and timing the music.

He personally oversaw the interviews with the production team sent by Tencent Pictures.

Those who are technically competent will stay; those who are not, will go back to where they came from.

He is not only the original author of "Superpowers", but also the chief director, chief screenwriter, and the largest investor.

He made the final decision on the tone for the entire production team.

If Origin.cn doesn't agree? Fine—Lin Quan, who holds 70% of the copyright, has the final say.

Holding two-thirds of the copyrights is equivalent to having a veto power.