"Thank you!" the young woman said softly, then burst into tears. The sobs she tried so hard to suppress touched the hearts of those around her.
In such an emergency, Lin Yao could no longer care about hiding the treasure. The golden needle in his hand stood upright with a clang, like a hard steel needle, shining with a dazzling golden light.
Thrust! Lin Yao's right hand suddenly disappeared. When the onlookers caught his movement again, his right hand was already on the old man's chest, with only three centimeters of the golden needle remaining, protruding from the chest where the heart was.
As the tremor began, Lin Yao's right hand, which was holding the golden needles, started to blur, becoming an indistinct shadow. With the tremor of his right hand, the remaining golden needles on the old man's body emitted a buzzing vibration, crisp and mysterious. It stood out in the chaotic scene, exuding an aura of war and strife, causing the onlookers to unconsciously hold their breath, afraid of interfering with the treatment.
The scene immediately became very quiet, with only the sounds of vehicles on the street and voices from the surrounding area.
Lin Yao took out a small glass bottle containing penicillin powder from his pocket with his left hand, opened the cap, and flicked his hand. A thin stream of water flew towards the gold needle and quickly adhered to it, sliding along the groove into the small hole in the center of the gold needle.
The trembling of his right hand did not stop, and the buzzing sound was still deafening. The liquid medicine was quickly drawn into the small hole of the gold needle during the vibration and disappeared immediately.
Lin Yao put the gold needles, which had become as soft as cotton again, into his first aid kit. He then took out several silver needles and inserted them into the Tianchi, Tianquan, Quze, and Jiquan acupoints. He quickly rubbed the silver needles on the acupoints with both hands in turn, and finally pressed them down on the old man's head.
The old man's condition improved significantly; his chest began to rise and fall normally, and his complexion improved as well. Lin Yao put away all the silver needles. By then, he could hear the ambulance siren; his work was done.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Lin Yao covered the old man with his clothes and said while tidying up the silver needles, "Myocardial infarction, with minor damage to part of the myocardium due to ischemia. If not treated in time, there is a possibility of necrosis, so immediate emergency treatment is necessary. The patient is not in immediate danger, but must be taken to the intensive care unit of a regular hospital for real-time observation and treatment."
After speaking, Lin Yao stood up, feeling dizzy and unsteady. Lin Hongmei immediately went to support him, asking with concern, "Yao'er, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, let's go." Lin Yao replied weakly, turning around to squeeze out of the crowd.
"Yao'er, what about this old man..." Lin Hongmei glanced back at the patient still lying on the ground and said with some concern. At this moment, the ambulance had already stopped beside them, and several doctors and nurses rushed out of the vehicle.
"Sigh..." Lin Yao didn't say anything, but took out a business card-shaped piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Lin Hongmei.
A smile immediately appeared on Lin Hongmei's face. She helped Lin Yao adjust his posture and then let go and left.
He walked over to the young woman kneeling beside the old man, squatted down, and handed her the piece of paper, saying, "Young lady, take this. If you encounter any serious situations while receiving treatment at the hospital, call the number on this page, and we will try our best to come. This disease is very dangerous, and your family must take it seriously."
The young girl took the piece of paper blankly, saying nothing, anxiously waiting for the doctors in the ambulance to arrive. At that moment, although she was grateful to the two kind doctors, she didn't think their medical skills could compare to those of specialists in major hospitals. Her mind was in such a mess that she forgot to say thank you.
Lin Hongmei didn't care about any of that. Seeing that the ambulance doctor had already squeezed into the crowd, she stood up, walked towards Lin Yao, and helped him leave.
"Yao'er, are you really alright? You're covered in sweat." Lin Hongmei was still a little worried.
"Mom, it's alright, it's just that my true energy is overdrawn. I've only reached the first level of the Qi Rank, and my true energy is too little. I get very weak after using it even slightly. I'll have to intensify my cultivation after this busy period," Lin Yao said with a self-deprecating smile.
Using the Luo family's medical internal energy in conjunction with the Lin family's golden needle acupuncture technique was indeed very effective. Unfortunately, Lin Yao's skill was not deep enough; he could only administer one needle at a time, and even that couldn't be sustained for long. Two needles were even more difficult, and it could only be used in special circumstances. This internal energy was like concentrated essence in the body; once it was depleted, one felt exhausted, unable to muster any strength, and felt empty and uncomfortable all over.
"Mom, we might be late," Lin Yao reminded Lin Hongmei helplessly.
Upon hearing the prompt, Lin Hongmei was taken aback. She immediately helped Lin Yao to his feet and then rushed to the roadside to hail a taxi.
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Chapter Twenty-Six: Undermining the Foundation
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When they arrived at the former director's house of Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory on North First Ring Road, it was already twenty minutes past the agreed time. Traffic in Chengdu was congested, and they had spent too much time in Zhong Degao's office. It was also difficult to flag down a car on the way. In addition, they had to get out of the car to rescue people and flag down another car. The time lost was enough to make them late.
Hearing that the strict old factory director valued time, the mother and son nervously took the elevator to the seventeenth floor. After exiting the elevator, they found room 1703, exchanged a glance, encouraged each other, and then Lin Yao gritted his teeth and rang the doorbell.
The woman who opened the door was a middle-aged woman, dressed neatly and cleanly. Her first impression was that she was one of the owners of the house. It wasn't until she spoke that Lin Yao realized she was the housekeeper, which made him think even more highly of the family.
"The three Managers Wen are all here. I'm so sorry, we were stuck in traffic and we're late. Is Mr. Wen home?" Lin Hongmei said with a smile as she entered the room, explaining to the three middle-aged men in the living room.
Lin Hongmei certainly wouldn't say that she was delayed on the way because of rescuing someone; such an excuse was obviously inappropriate in this situation, especially since the other party wasn't a superior. Lin Yao, seeing that his mother and the three men had obviously met before and knew each other, immediately recognized them. The three men were the sons of the old factory director, Wen Lao, who were respectively in charge of purchasing, production, and sales at the almond medicine factory.
"Hello, Ms. Lin!" The three men greeted Lin Hongmei one by one and welcomed them to sit on the living room sofa, while the housekeeper served them tea.
“Mr. Lin, it’s really unfortunate that you’re late. My father just received a phone call and went out. He’s only been gone for five minutes. I noticed he was very unhappy before he left, so I guess he doesn’t want to sell the factory anymore. You should go back.” A man in his forties, with a plump build and a receding hairline, said, his tone clearly indicating his refusal to negotiate. Lin Yao had heard his mother say that this was Wen Youguo, the eldest son of the Wen family.
"Manager Wen Youguo, when I contacted Mr. Wen yesterday, he invited me to come and talk today. I'm really sorry for being late today. I'll wait for Mr. Wen to come back." Of course, Lin Hongmei wouldn't go back now. Time was tight at her home. Even waiting until tomorrow felt too late. According to her son, sometimes you have to be thick-skinned, otherwise you can't get things done.
"Uncle Wen, my name is Lin Yao. Could you please help us contact Grandpa Wen? Grandpa Wen has always been my idol. I came here with my mom today to see him," Lin Yao interjected, appearing quite innocent.
"If you want to see Grandpa Wen, go to West China Hospital. He sees patients there every Tuesday afternoon. You should go back today; we're not selling the factory." Wen Youguo didn't make an exception for Lin Yao just because he was young; he was still urging him to leave.
The other two brothers of the Wen family sitting next to him remained silent, and judging from their expressions, they also disagreed with selling the factory.
Lin Yao immediately understood the attitude of the three Wen brothers; they all opposed selling the factory, which coincided with the situation his parents had analyzed at home yesterday.
Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory was once very successful. Its flagship product, "Wuji Baifeng Wan" (Black Chicken White Phoenix Pill), once dominated the national market. This traditional Chinese medicine, which originated from the Ming Dynasty book "Shou Shi Bao Yuan" (Preserving Life and Health), was produced by many pharmaceutical factories across the country, but only Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory's product had the best effect. Their product even occupied 80% of the market share.
Logically, pharmaceutical production should be highly profitable; even traditional formulas that are widely available should bring considerable profits to pharmaceutical companies. According to Luo Jimin's analysis, Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory's losses in recent years can only be attributed to its procurement, production, and sales processes.
Wen Youguo, the eldest son of the Wen family, was in charge of the procurement process. Luo Jimin estimated that he had benefited greatly from it, which led to the declining quality and efficacy of Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory's products. If the factory were to be transferred to the Lin family, Wen Youguo would only be able to rely on the wealth left by his father after his death. The immediate loss of profits would be significant, so naturally, he would oppose the sale of the factory.
Lin Yao secretly observed the two brothers, Wen Youjun and Wen Youmin, and discovered that they were not very willing to accept his and their mother's arrival.
Wen Youjun is in charge of product sales, and he's probably done a lot of things that harm the pharmaceutical factory's interests for personal gain, so Lin Yao can understand his opposition. However, Wen Youmin is a pragmatist; even Luo Jimin, who visited the pharmaceutical factory under his supervision, gave him a thumbs up, saying he was ashamed of his own shortcomings in production and employee management. Last night, his family was even thinking of hiring Wen Youmin as the deputy director of production after acquiring the factory. Why would Lin Yao oppose that?
Lin Hongmei and her son were stuck in a stalemate with the three Wen brothers. Talking to them about the acquisition was pointless, as the pharmaceutical factory was decided by Old Master Wen, and it would be a waste of time to talk to them.
When faced with a woman of striking appearance and temperament who refused to leave, the three Wen brothers couldn't very well kick her out directly. After all, she was invited by their father, and she had come to discuss business with great sincerity, just as their father had instructed. The three brothers could only offer a few perfunctory words, and they dared not actually make the decision to kick her out, as they couldn't bear the wrath of their father.
For a time, everyone in the room did their own thing. Lin Hongmei and Lin Yao stayed and watched TV, while the three Wen brothers were unwilling to leave at this crucial moment and each found something to do to pass the time.
"Uncle Wen, I heard from my dad that you're a very capable person. My parents used to run a pharmaceutical factory, and they said they were very impressed with your management skills after visiting Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory." Lin Yao leaned closer to Wen Youmin and took the initiative to speak, his voice just loud enough for Wen Youmin to hear clearly.
"Your parents are too kind." Wen Youmin smiled. Being praised for his impressive abilities made him happy, just like everyone else.
“It’s true. I told my dad that since you’re not as capable as others, you should just ask Uncle Wen to help manage the pharmaceutical factory’s production. That way, the quality of the medicines can be guaranteed to the greatest extent. My parents are very interested in my suggestion.” Lin Yao noticed that the other party’s attitude had obviously improved, so he immediately continued to probe.
Wen Youmin turned and stared intently at Lin Yao for a few seconds before saying softly, "Your parents are experts in this field, so it's not my place to interfere. Production management and employee management are closely related, and you can't manage them well without enough authority. I'm an outsider, so don't try to fool Uncle Wen with nice words."