Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Pirated books are rampant, but no one dares to use fake medical monographs... If you misidentify an acupoint, it's not just yourself who will be harmed, but the patient's life.

A few days later, he took some time to visit Starry Sky Publishing House. The contract was signed as before, the revenue sharing remained the same, and the first printing of "Complete Book of Meridians and Acupoints" was still one million copies.

The publisher called each of the traditional Chinese medicine colleges, and after reviewing the manuscript, they placed an order the next day.

After receiving 20 million yuan after tax, he transferred out 1 million yuan and deposited it into the department's fund account.

He didn't mention or urge the fund about the money he had previously lent out, as if it had never happened.

Department head He Jianyi is fair in his work; Associate chief physician Liu Huimin, though hoping for promotion, never puts personal matters before public duties; Xiao Yan and Jiang Xiaoqi are soft-hearted but not muddle-headed, and their accounts are meticulously recorded.

When encountering patients who are from impoverished families but are of good character, Lin Quan often quietly pays their expenses out of his own pocket.

Two days ago, the migrant worker who had tetanus came and stuffed the full amount of his medical expenses into the payment window, even adding an extra 500 yuan, saying it was "thank you for Master Xie's hand."

Despite their poverty, they have a backbone.

That morning, Lin Quan received a phone call and went to the dean's office.

"Director Lin, have you considered the outpatient department?" the hospital director asked directly.

"The emergency department is doing quite well so far."

"A person's energy is limited, isn't it?"

"Um."

"How about you open your own clinic...?"

"Okay." He paused briefly before replying.

"How about we set the registration fee at one thousand?"

"Okay." He added, "Only 20 patients per morning, and I have to go back to the ER in the afternoon."

"Twenty?" The dean raised an eyebrow.

"You read it quickly." He smiled.

"That's true." The dean nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The registration fee is never just about price... it represents qualifications, reputation, and the heavy trust patients place in them when they entrust their lives to the doctor.

Lin Quan decided on 1,000, which was approved by the hospital; he took 800, and the remaining 200 went to the hospital for overall management.

The rules of this world have never been about who shouts the loudest, but about who has real skills and who has real lives on their feet.

Lin Quan rushed to another hospital, paying the registration fee in advance. The process was smooth and without any obstacles.

If you have enough strength, you will have the power to speak and even influence the outcome.

"I won't take on your father's case. Get a refund for the registration fee and transfer him to the oncology department."

"Director Lin, does my father have cancer?"

"According to Western medical standards, it's mid-stage lung cancer."

"Didn't you cure a patient with advanced lung cancer before?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine doesn't use the term 'cancer.' I happen to have a solution for that patient's condition."

On average, each number was checked every five minutes, and all twenty numbers were processed in less than two hours.

He politely declined offers to accept three of them.

The refund and recommendation for transferring to another department should be clearly explained together, leaving no trace of the matter.

"It's still early, have a smoke, then head to the ER."

He glanced up at the clock on the wall... It was just past 9:30, and he took a short rest in his office chair.

"Ah Quan, these three medical records are for you." He Jianyi handed over three medical records.

"Okay." Lin Quan took it without asking any further questions. The emergency room is never short of staff.

It's difficult to get an appointment at a major hospital, and waiting times can easily be one or two hours, so many patients simply go straight to the emergency room.

Tens of thousands of patients and their families flock to Yenching University International Hospital every day.

General ward beds are always full, with only a few spare beds available. There is a big difference between being admitted and not being admitted... Only after being admitted can some examination fees be covered by medical insurance.

It's not as simple as just wanting to stay; some people have waited in the queue for more than forty days to secure a hospital bed.

Lin Quan quickly reviewed the three medical records, then performed the acupuncture, prescribed medication, cleaned the wound, and sutured the wound with swift and efficient movements.

After finishing his work, he took a stroll around the emergency room.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoqi standing absentmindedly by the triage desk, he approached and asked, "Is something the matter?"

"Zheng Lan has been taken away," she said in a low voice.

"You have to bear the consequences of your actions. I know about Huiwei Pharmaceuticals." Lin Quan said calmly.

"Hmm." She lowered her eyes and didn't say anything more.

Zheng Lan is the current president of Huiwei Pharmaceutical. Years ago, to protect the data from a new drug trial, she suppressed the critical condition report of Jiang Xiaoqi's parents and did not provide them with any medical assistance.

Huiwei Pharmaceuticals has caused multiple deaths in human trials and is also suspected of multiple illegal operations, including data tampering, illegal sales, and bribery.

As the legal representative, she cannot escape blame.

In addition to her, Fang Zhijun was also detained, and Huiwei Pharmaceutical's stock price fell to the daily limit that day.

With no one around, Lin Quan raised his hand and gently patted her shoulder, his fingertips pausing for a moment, as if satisfied with the slight weight and solidity.

"Don't look so serious." He glanced at his watch. "Let's go eat."

"Okay." She nodded in response.

……

A dozen or so people, men and women alike, blocked the door to Lin Quan's office, their voices rising in unison: "Cold-blooded doctor! Come out!"

Lin Quan didn't get up. He took out his phone, snapped a few photos, and dialed a number.

All the patients he treated, except those who had not yet been discharged, recovered and left the hospital.

In less than twenty minutes, several police officers arrived quickly.

The crowd fell silent instantly.

"Who called the police?" Zhang Wei glanced around.

"Me," Lin Quan replied.

"What happened?"

"Gathering and making noise here."

"He's a doctor, yet he refused to treat my father!" A middle-aged man rushed forward.

"I'm not sure about his condition. Didn't I already send you to the oncology department?" Lin Quan said calmly.

"You clearly can cure it!" The other person's voice trembled, their eyes filled with anxiety and grievance.

"Traditional Chinese medicine diagnoses and prescribes treatments for each individual. My abilities are limited, and I can't treat this patient myself. I can only suggest a more suitable department... Is that not dereliction of duty?" he asked rhetorically.

"Limited ability? Registration fee of one thousand?" The man clenched his fist.

"If you think it's too expensive, you don't have to go. The price list is posted, and it's effective as soon as you pay. The hospital hasn't refunded you a single penny." Lin Quan looked at him. "You paid the money, and I provided the service; if you're dissatisfied with the result, you should be looking for a treatment plan, not shouting in the office."

Zhang Wei raised his hand to indicate: "The hospital is not a place to cause trouble."

In less than half a day, he had acquired a new title.

He already had titles like "King of Needles," "King of Knives," and "Miracle Doctor," so adding "Cold-Blooded Doctor" now doesn't seem out of place.

"Cold-blooded?" he asked himself, then looked down to adjust his cuffs. "The blood is warm, it just doesn't flow in the wrong direction."

Several wealthy family members hired online trolls to amplify the story, and "cold-blooded doctor Lin Quan" quickly rose to the top of the trending search list.

"Late-stage pancreatic cancer, controlled with only injections and medication, without surgery or chemotherapy?"

"Did all the patients he treated who weren't hospitalized go home?"

"Is Director Lin from Yenching University International Hospital really the editor of 'The Complete Book of Acupuncture and Moxibustion' and 'The Complete Book of Meridians and Acupoints'?"

"Did he heal Mr. Qian's paralysis after three years by painstakingly inserting needles into his body?"

"A registration fee of one thousand? It's expensive, but I heard it's all donated to the emergency department's fund."

"I want Dr. Lin to open a Weibo account! I want to be his first follower!"

"Stop just posting numbers, can't you at least show your face?"

He ignored the online buzz and didn't click on anything. His phone was on silent, face down on the table.

When I'm at work, I have to be responsible for the patients; when I'm off work, I still have to take care of Dr. Xiao, Dr. Jiang, Dr. Sun, and Nurse Zhang.

However, upon closer examination, Zhang Leng is now Dr. Zhang.