Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He tested Xiao Yan's ball skills and then sat quietly practicing the Yin-Yang True Scripture for several hours.

As Lin Quan walked around the hospital every day and met more people, he gradually gained a sense of importance in their hearts.

Some people enter the hospital clutching their money, talking with an air of confidence; but as soon as they hear that their condition is getting worse, their faces fall, and they can barely stand.

Some department heads would turn around and leave after making their rounds, leaving all the patients to be dealt with by their students.

Some family members, their eyes red from crying, turned around and threw things at the nurses and shoved them.

There are dedicated doctors and derelict colleagues... No one is born to be praised, and no one should be condemned outright.

People live all kinds of lives, and those wearing white coats are no exception.

In any profession, there are always those who work diligently and those who just want to coast along.

Lin Quan's reputation spread far and wide, and patients who couldn't get an appointment with him simply went straight to the emergency department.

Once you get into the emergency room, your life is half saved.

After seeing twenty patients, Lin Quan closed the medical records, got up and left the outpatient room. He walked a few steps in the corridor and had lunch on the way. After his lunch break, he returned to the emergency department.

There were too many patients coming from all over the country, queuing up and waiting, and no matter how fast he was, he couldn't keep up.

Even if I didn't sleep or eat, I still wouldn't be able to finish watching it in a day.

"Should we ease up a bit? Not show off too much?"

He pondered for a while, but then suppressed the thought.

Behind every patient is a family. Once you've admitted a patient, you have to make sure they can be discharged safely.

He can't bring himself to take a consultation fee but not give it his all.

He established himself in the emergency department, but unintentionally blocked the way for many people.

For example, anesthesiologists will naturally have less free time when there are fewer surgeries.

Some patients who should have gone to the oncology or orthopedics department bypassed their intended departments because they trusted his reputation.

Hospitals are not welfare centers; performance-based pay and bonuses directly impact everyone's livelihood.

When cancer patients flock to the emergency room, the oncology department's revenue drops.

People with fractures and dislocations are crowding in here, which cuts a piece off the orthopedic department's workload.

Lin Quan, a doctor who can lend a hand in all departments, has quietly reduced the performance of several departments.

"Director Lin, I'm from Beitang Pharmaceutical Company..." A young man in his early thirties knocked on his office door.

Lately, pharmaceutical company representatives have been frequently visiting, but Lin Quan hasn't responded to a single one. Those companies have questionable reputations, and he doesn't want to get involved.

"Mr. Zhang, do you make traditional Chinese medicine preparations?" Lin Quan asked.

"Yes, Beitang specializes in the production of traditional Chinese medicine." Zhang Yunfeng nodded and smiled.

"I have several universal formulas on hand. If the conditions are right, I can authorize you to mass-produce them."

"May I ask, Director Lin, what type of illness does this prescription primarily target?"

Lin Quan pulled out a pen and paper, and wrote down a prescription: a cure for leukemia. His handwriting was neat and unadorned. He handed it over immediately after finishing: "Could you please help me with the patent process? This prescription is specifically for treating leukemia."

He can tell at a glance whether a person is genuine or not.

He has thousands of prescriptions for leukemia stored in his mind, which he can write down at will and change at any time.

Even if this photo is cut off, used, or even repackaged and sold... he can still help another pharmaceutical company rise up and then bring down the one that crossed the line from the root.

Later, many people advised him to start a Weibo account, and he agreed.

Even the doctors and nurses who disliked him all followed him.

Who dares to say they'll never get sick in their life? Who dares to say their family members will always be healthy?

Anesthesiologists, oncologists, orthopedic surgeons, internal medicine doctors... no matter what department they are, almost everyone silently clicks into his homepage, likes, shares, and casually recommends it to their parents, relatives, and old classmates.

He now sees twenty patients in the morning, goes to the emergency room regularly in the afternoon, and writes books in between.

He no longer works night shifts at the outpatient clinic, but occasionally when the phone rings at night, he just throws on a coat and heads out as long as the emergency department speaks up.

In about twenty days, he finished writing "Looking, Listening, Asking and Feeling the Physiognomy," a work of over 800,000 words, without deleting a single word.

After careful consideration, Starry Sky Publishing House printed 1.5 million copies in its first run.

The two books, "The Complete Book of Acupuncture and Moxibustion" and "The Complete Book of Meridians and Acupoints," together had a combined print run of two million copies and have been out of stock for a long time.

With 1.5 million copies, "Looking, Listening, Asking, and Feeling" will definitely sell out.

There are 800,000 students enrolled in TCM colleges nationwide, and even more studying and practicing TCM overseas. Three million copies wouldn't be considered a lot.

Textbooks are not afraid of being stockpiled; if they are not sold out this year, they can be sold next year.

The first two books have been jointly hailed by dozens of veteran Chinese medicine practitioners as "unprecedented classics in five hundred years," and this is not just polite talk.

Lin Quan has traveled through countless illusory worlds and restored medical books and fragments from thousands of years ago on Earth.

His techniques were tried by Hua Tuo, verified by Bian Que, and deduced by Sun Simiao;

Lin Quan had analyzed the pathogenesis that they had never encountered before;

The dosage they dared not use was one that Lin Quan had formulated;

Lin Quan had already overcome the obstacle that stopped them.

If we categorize medicine according to its levels: mortal healers, spiritual healers, immortal healers, divine healers... corresponding to the mortal realm, the cultivation world, the immortal realm, and the divine realm.

Lin Quan was the most skilled physician, unmatched by anyone else.

The 1.5 million copies of "Looking, Listening, Asking, and Feeling" sold out in less than half a month.

Tax revenue increased by about 30 million, and Lin Quan immediately transferred 2 million to the emergency department's fund account.

"The three books, 'Complete Book of Meridians and Acupoints,' 'Complete Book of Acupuncture and Moxibustion,' and 'Inspection, Auscultation, Inquiry, and Palpation,' were reprinted with an additional 3 million copies. After taxes, the net income was approximately 60 million."

Lin Quan cleared his mind, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Yan, Jiang Xiaoqi, Zhang Leng, and Sun Meng, who were wearing silk pajamas. A playful smile appeared on his lips.

After acupuncture and massage, Jiang Xiaoqi, Zhang Leng, and Sun Meng all gained weight.

Xiao Yan was already sharp, and now he had an even more imposing presence.

The group took turns practicing the Yin-Yang True Scripture for several hours, with Lin Quan guiding them on the key points of the movements while regulating their breathing.

No need to go to the hospital for the next two days; take a full rest.

The profession of doctor and nurse may seem respectable on the surface, but it is actually quite risky.

When a family member is in trouble, family members are prone to losing their temper; and if they are further swayed by a few words from others, it is not uncommon for them to turn on each other on the spot.

At 10 p.m., we washed up, changed clothes, and went out for a late-night snack together.

After returning to my neighborhood, I worked up a good sweat as usual, then went straight to sleep and slept soundly until dawn.

"I'm off work today, so I can lie down a bit longer."

"I don't need to get up early, I can sleep until ten o'clock and then we'll talk."

"The morning light is just right, it's time to get moving."

"Don't make noise, I'm catching up on sleep."

"Go to bed early and get up early, and your mind will be sharp."

"I stayed up until midnight yesterday, so let me take another half hour nap."

After breakfast, Lin Quan taught them to practice the Supreme Yoga Exercise.

Previously, when practicing the Yin-Yang True Scripture, the Yin and Yang energies repeatedly tempered the muscles and bones, resulting in a significant improvement in reaction time, endurance, and coordination.

With yoga as a foundation and basic grappling skills, you'll be more than capable of handling unexpected situations.

Half an hour later, Lin Quan sat down on the sofa and opened his notebook to write a medical book.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is medicine, and so is Western medicine. In the eyes of traditional Chinese medicine, nothing is unsuitable for use in prescriptions: mountains, rocks, herbs, water, fire, metals, and minerals."

"Many ancient prescriptions have already been patented overseas, so I will write a more comprehensive, accurate, and flexible one."

The illustrations for medicinal herbs are all generated by Xiaobai.

After more than two hours of hard work, I took a shower, changed clothes, and then went to have lunch with the four of them.

We chose a hot pot restaurant; the air was steaming, and we chatted and laughed non-stop.

After dinner, we went straight to the cinema and watched a movie; then we went shopping, chatting and laughing while carrying bags.

"There's a women's soccer match tonight, wanna go watch it together?" Zhang Leng asked.

"Men's football? What's the point of watching them? They lost clearly." Lin Quan waved his hand.