Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"I tried three approaches, all of which were new ideas, and they were all correct."

"Our school has over 50,000 students, and we've ordered 100,000 copies."

Lin Quan received a call from the publishing house and drove there that day to sign another contract.

He paid the full amount for the book yesterday when it was printed.

The price was set at fifty yuan this time. He took thirty-five yuan, the printing cost was less than five yuan, the shipping cost went to the company, and the other party only kept fifteen yuan.

They won't agree? The copyright is in his hands; he can just switch publishers and reprint it in three days.

With a million-book order secured, he earned 35 million yuan before taxes.

There are nearly 800,000 students enrolled in traditional Chinese medicine schools nationwide, with new students joining every year; plus licensed TCM practitioners, there is no worry about selling millions of copies of the book.

If we don't sell them all this year, we'll sell them next year.

Payment for 950,000 orders has been received.

On the day the 35 million yuan was deposited into his account, he drove to the tax bureau and paid more than 10 million yuan in taxes.

Lin Quan dialed Jiang Xiaoqi's number, but she said she was busy, so he turned around and went back to the community. As soon as he entered the building, he bumped into Xiao Yan walking out.

"Dr. Xiao, are you going out?" Lin Quan asked.

"Let's go eat. Have you eaten yet?" Xiao Yan asked.

"not yet."

"Together?"

"OK."

The two found a restaurant nearby, ate, strolled around the street for a while, bought some things, chatted as they walked, and finally entered the community gate together.

Lin Quan didn't beat around the bush; he went straight to the point and settled things that very night.

After practicing the Yin-Yang True Scripture that night, Xiao Yan's breathing became steady, his expression relaxed, and he felt more grounded.

The next day, we got up at five o'clock to do our morning exercise, and then took a shower together.

She ate breakfast at a small shop downstairs, and then Lin Quan drove her to the hospital entrance.

At 6:00 p.m., Lin Quan drove to the emergency department of the First Municipal Hospital again.

The department is headed by Director He Jianyi on the day shift, while four associate chief physicians take turns on the night shift.

He had just changed his clothes when Liu Huimin pushed the door open and came in.

"Director Liu," Lin Quan greeted with a smile.

"Ah Quan, leukemia...can you cure it?" She lowered her voice but didn't avoid eye contact.

"We need to see the patient first."

Liu Huimin paused for a moment, then told the whole truth... It was her own daughter, who had just been diagnosed three months prior.

"It can be cured." Lin Quan nodded. "I'll write the prescription."

He returned to his office, retrieved the electronic prescription from the system, filled it out, and sent it directly to her.

He never stopped people from sharing his prescriptions. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes diagnosis and treatment based on syndrome differentiation. Every prescription he wrote was tailored to the patient's pulse, tongue coating, and constitution. He also kept general prescriptions on hand, but whether to use them and how to use them depended on the individual. Applying the wrong prescription would be ineffective at best, and worse, cause more harm than good.

During rounds, Lin Quan saw Liu Huimin's daughter, glanced at her a few times, touched his wrist, and looked at the underside of her tongue.

"How is it?" Liu Huimin stood by the bed, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes.

"I'm confident; just follow the prescription and get the medicine."

After weighing her options carefully, Jiang Xiaoqi called the police.

Li Dali and his wife provided audio recordings, bank transfer records, and written statements, and the police officially opened a case.

Zheng Lan is the current president of Huiwei Pharmaceutical, a company listed on the A-share market.

The evidence chain is currently incomplete: Li Dali has been ill for many years, and the validity of his testimony is easily questionable; Huiwei's monthly payments are noted as "living allowances," and he was a long-time employee of the company, so the donation seems reasonable on the surface; the lawyer can simply focus on the point of "goodwill assistance" and gloss over the financial transactions.

Night shifts often see patients brought in by drunk drivers. Lin Quan doesn't rely on a waiting list when selecting patients; he judges them by first glance.

He knows in his heart whether something is good or evil, true or false.

Even if one's inner strength is only one or two tenths of what it was when one cultivates the Three Thousand Laws to the peak of the Godhood, one can still perceive the flow of Qi.

Sun Meng and Zhang Leng were rushed into the emergency room one after the other that night. One had a dislocated rib, and the other had a mild concussion. He personally set and stabilized them, and then left them there.

I worked five consecutive night shifts, then had two days off in rotation.

Less than fifty minutes later, the two arrived downstairs one after the other.

"Dr. Sun? You're here too?" Zhang Leng was a little surprised to see her when he entered the room.

"Nurse Zhang, that's what I should be asking you," Sun Meng said, raising an eyebrow.

Lin Quan sat on the sofa, his left hand on Sun Meng's shoulder and his right arm around Zhang Leng's waist.

"Director Lin, how many girlfriends do you have?"

"Four. Jiang Xiaoqi, Xiao Yan, you, and her." He pointed to Sun Meng.

"Aren't you tired?" Zhang Leng frowned.

"Whether it's tiring or not, you've tried it, why would you need to ask?" He chuckled.

"Dr. Sun, let's go." Zhang Leng turned around and pushed.

After practicing the Yin-Yang True Scripture for more than two hours, Lin Quan was full of energy and went into the kitchen to cook three dishes and a soup.

After dinner, the three of them watched a movie, and it was just getting dark when they left.

Around 6 o'clock, Jiang Xiaoqi arrived first, followed closely by Xiao Yan.

They ate dinner together, and afterwards Lin Quan led the four of them in taking turns to treat each other... First, he helped Zhang Leng and Sun Meng to clear their meridians, then he gave Jiang Xiaoqi a massage, and finally he cleared Xiao Yan's Ren and Du meridians.

Xiao Yan has a good foundation, but he hasn't reached the top level yet. After this round of conditioning, his blood and qi are more balanced, and his reactions are a bit faster.

The next morning, Xiao Yan and Jiang Xiaoqi left home before 7:30.

Lin Quan went to the property management office and bought the remaining seven residential units on this floor, as well as five parking spaces on the basement level.

This building has 32 floors, with 8 standard units per floor. Payment is straightforward, and procedures are completed on the same day.

Xiao Yan transferred the apartment he rented directly to his own name.

A balance notification popped up on my phone: "Current account balance: 3426 million; Stock holdings market value: 1.23 million."

After accompanying Sun Meng and Zhang Leng shopping at the mall, he put on an apron and began preparing the ingredients.

Around seven o'clock, a silver-gray SUV pulled into the east gate of the residential area. Xiao Yan was driving, and Jiang Xiaoqi was in the passenger seat.

"Director Lin, your skills are truly amazing," Zhang Leng said sincerely.

"Just eat it as is," Lin Quan waved his hand.

After dinner, I stretched my muscles as usual, exercised for a few hours, then went straight to sleep and slept until dawn.

Lin Quan drove to the hospital, while Xiao Yan drove another car, carrying Jiang Xiaoqi, Zhang Leng, and Sun Meng.

Not long after I entered the office, Liu Huimin came over.

"Sister Liu," Lin Quan called out, looking up.

"Ah Quan, please take a look at my child." She smiled and handed over the medical record book.

"Okay." He replied, stood up, and turned to go to the ward.

After the physical examination, he returned to the nurses' station: "The recovery is going quite well. I'll draft a new prescription, and we can be discharged next week."

"You can leave next week?" Liu Huimin's eyes lit up.

Leukemia is notoriously difficult to treat; even if a bone marrow match is found, there's no guarantee of survival.

Lin Quan went back to his office and wrote a form, which he then had the nurse pass directly to Liu Huimin.

Not long after, more than 20 people were rushed to the emergency room... It was a chain collision, and seven or eight of them were seriously injured.

He took out silver needles, wiped the needles with alcohol swabs, and inserted them one by one: one needle on the side of the neck to stop the bleeding, one needle at Hegu to relieve pain, one needle at Renzhong to wake up, and one needle at Neiguan to calm the mind.

After changing into surgical scrubs, I pushed open the door and entered the room. My scalpel fell like cutting cloth, and my stitches were like weaving flowers.

Traditional Chinese medicine can also help, but it's slower and more mentally taxing.

"Director Lin, can I team up with you from now on?" Zhang Leng asked, standing by the equipment table.

"Okay, I'll go see the dean at noon." He nodded.

Since being promoted to associate chief physician, Sun Meng voluntarily transferred here.

It is common practice for an associate professor to have two or three assistants.

In less than an hour, three surgeries were completed in succession.

The silver needles effectively controlled the bleeding, suppressed the pain, and stabilized consciousness, without requiring the anesthesiologist to be on the operating table.