Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"It's almost seven o'clock, and you're taking so long to knock," Lin Quan smiled. "It'll only take a few minutes."

Go downstairs, get in the car, and head to the hospital.

"Director Xiao, what would you like for breakfast?" Lin Quan asked as he drove.

"Noodles," she replied.

"That noodle shop up ahead is alright." Lin Quan pulled the car over to the side of the road and parked it safely.

Upon entering, Lin Quan ordered a bowl of braised beef noodles.

"I'll have a bowl too, a small one," Xiao Yan said.

After finishing our meal, we drove to Yenching University International Hospital.

The emergency department currently has one director and four deputy directors, and there is a shortage of attending physicians and resident physicians.

He Jianyi is the head of the department and the only senior professional in the emergency department.

Xiao Yan, who had just been transferred, was familiarizing herself with the procedures with Jiang Xiaoqi.

After checking on the patients under his care, Lin Quan returned to his office, made a cup of tea, lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and then turned on his computer to continue typing.

"It took more than a month to finally finish."

He copied the entire "Complete Book of Acupuncture" onto a USB drive, then got up and left.

I treated several wounds that required cleaning and suturing in the morning, and the time passed quickly.

"I'll have two days off starting the day after tomorrow, which is a good time to talk to publishers about publishing."

I went to the cafeteria for lunch and had just sat down when Sun Meng and Zhang Leng came over, one after the other, carrying their trays.

Lin Quan is a good catch... He's technically skilled, highly educated, single, owns a house and a car, and has many suitors.

"Director Lin, are you free tomorrow?" Zhang asked coldly.

She has fair skin, regular features, large eyes, and a well-proportioned figure; she can be considered beautiful.

"We've made plans for tomorrow," Lin Quan said.

Before Xiao Yan arrived, according to his standards, Jiang Xiaoqi ranked first in the emergency department; Zhang Leng, Lin Wen, and Sun Meng were about the same; Qiao Na was slightly behind.

I'm busy with clinical work and writing books every day, so even if I like beautiful women, I don't have time to really pay attention to them.

Now that Xiao Yan has joined the department, his priorities have changed.

He looks like Da Mi Mi, has solid medical skills, and is very honest... Plus, he lives next door, so opportunities are very close.

"What are you meeting up for?" Zhang Leng didn't give a straight answer.

"Publish a book," Lin Quan casually remarked.

"Oh..." she responded, sounding a little deflated.

"Is something wrong?" Lin Quan asked, feigning ignorance.

"I was originally planning to invite you to dinner," Zhang Leng said.

"Director Lin, when is a convenient time for you?" Sun Meng interjected.

"Next week," Lin Quan thought for a moment.

"You were the one who treated my fall last time, and I haven't thanked you yet..." Sun Meng had just started to speak when Jiang Xiaoqi and Xiao Yan walked in together.

Everyone looked up and greeted, "Director Jiang, Director Xiao."

"Director Lin, can you do me a favor?" Jiang Xiaoqi asked.

"I'll do what I can, and I'll tell you the truth about what I can't," Lin Quan replied with a smile.

"I have an uncle who was burned a while ago..." Jiang Xiaoqi hadn't finished speaking when Lin Quan already understood... The "uncle" she was referring to was most likely the security guard, Li Dali. The reason behind it was simply that her parents' old case hadn't been solved yet.

"Ah Quan, can you lend a hand?" Head nurse Tian Liang sat down with a lunchbox in hand.

"Brother Tian, ​​just say what's on your mind," Lin Quan said with a smile.

"My old problem has flared up again. Can you take a look?" Tian Liang asked earnestly.

"If you bring someone here and their condition is complicated, you'll have to coordinate the bed yourself... I only have five beds here, and they're all full." Lin Quan said flatly, without looking up.

"Thanks," Tian Liang replied readily. After spending more than a month together, he had figured out the tricks of the trade: if Dr. Lin was willing to help, he would definitely have a solution; if he didn't want to get involved, he wouldn't even listen to a word.

This man has a stubborn temper and doesn't talk much. Many family members have complained about him, but the hospital director never takes it seriously.

With such skillful medical expertise, choosing patients became the norm, and no one stopped him.

Tian Liang knew perfectly well: neither the hospital director nor the medical affairs office dared to do anything to Lin Quan... Yenching University International Hospital could do without him, but who could guarantee they'd never end up in the emergency room? Whose elderly or children don't get sick?

Just after lunch, Jiang Xiaoqi led Li Dali into the office.

Lin Quan moved to a private consultation room for peace and quiet, and also for convenience in smoking.

He glanced at Li Dali, took out the needle, disinfected it, and began to insert it. The needle went in quickly and steadily.

"Director Lin, how is he?" Jiang Xiaoqi asked.

"Ask him," Lin Quan said, shifting the conversation to him with a slight smile.

"Uncle Li, how are you feeling?" she asked, turning her head.

"Alright," Li Dali stood up. "Let's talk outside."

After the two left, Tian Liang helped his mother into the house.

"Brother Tian, ​​your aunt needs to recuperate for a while, about a month," Lin Quan said as he examined her, inserted needles into the acupoints, wrote out a prescription, and handed it over.

"Thank you for your hard work." Tian Liang's hand tightened slightly as he took the prescription, and his voice became a little lighter.

The night the truth about her parents' murder came to light, Jiang Xiaoqi felt completely drained... grief, anger, and confusion were all mixed together, and she couldn't tell which emotion was stronger.

Lin Quan was driving home after get off work when he saw her at the street corner.

She kept her head down, her steps were slow, and she reeked of alcohol.

"Director Jiang?" He pulled over to the side of the road.

She didn't answer, she just stood there, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Get in, I'll give you a ride." He opened the car door, reached out and helped you in, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Director Lin..." she began, her voice hoarse.

"Call the police," he interrupted. "This isn't your responsibility."

"I..." Her lips moved, then closed again. Zheng Lan had raised her for over ten years, supporting her studies and her trips abroad; such kindness was not something that could be easily broken.

After dropping her off at home, Lin Quan turned to leave, but then stopped in his tracks.

The person was already standing at the door, which wasn't closed properly, and the wind was blowing in from the hallway, causing the curtains to sway gently.

Without further hesitation, he raised his hand and closed the door.

That night, the Yin-Yang True Scripture circulated three times, and she fell into a deep sleep, her breathing even and long, her brow relaxed.

The plum blossoms outside the window have not yet faded, and their shadows are cast obliquely on the wall above the bed.

Zheng Lan's son, Qin Yuning, had been with Jiang Xiaoqi for many years, but he never managed to win her heart.

The next morning, the two met on a path in the hospital grounds.

"Director Lin."

After finishing their morning exercise and having breakfast, they went their separate ways.

Lin Quan went to Starry Sky Publishing House, paid for the ISBN, and signed a publishing contract.

With online literature dominating and paper books declining, he insisted on printing a book called "The Complete Book of Acupuncture".

The first print run of one thousand copies was donated entirely to the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Not counting the ISBN fee, printing a thousand copies will cost ten thousand yuan," he told the editor.

The contract was signed in the morning, and the book was published in the afternoon.

After loading a thousand books onto a truck and transporting them back, he rested at home for one night and set off early the next morning.

After visiting eight universities, all the books were distributed in less than half a day.

The deans of each school sat down with their books in hand, flipping through them until they lost track of time, engrossed in reading page after page, not even noticing that their tea had gone cold.

"This is a genuine classic of traditional Chinese medicine; every teacher and student should have a copy. It's essential."

"Why wasn't this thick acupuncture monograph published through a traditional Chinese medicine publishing house?"

"It's qualified to be used as a teaching material. If students practice according to it, their clinical skills will definitely improve."

The phone kept ringing with Starry Sky Publishing House.

"Old Wang, I heard you have a copy of 'The Complete Book of Acupuncture and Moxibustion,' could I borrow it to take a look?"

"You haven't fully grasped it yet. Just order it directly from the publishing house... We've ordered 100,000 copies."

"Can this be used as a teaching material? Who is the author, a master of traditional Chinese medicine?"

"He's not a master, he's Lin Quan, the deputy chief physician of the emergency department at Yenching University Hospital."

"Emergency room? Isn't that where Western medicine is practiced?"

"Can't people in the emergency room know acupuncture?"

Are the methods described in the book reliable?