When Luo Jimin heard his wife praising another man in front of him, he felt a little jealous, but he knew that what she said was true, so he didn't say anything, but his expression was not very good.
Lin Yao, who was well-versed in psychology, had long mastered the truth that "never praise another woman in front of a woman." The same applies to men. He knew what was going on from his father's expression, so he said, "After the disaster is relieved, we can have Uncle Zhong take some drinks to buy. By then, these drinks will definitely be sold as adulterated products. I estimate that even at thirty yuan a bottle, they will be in short supply. Give him ten thousand bottles, or even one hundred thousand if that's not enough. In short, we can't let him suffer a loss."
Seeing that his father's complexion was getting worse, Lin Yao immediately said, "Actually, the biggest contributor is Dad. Look at how busy he's been these past few days. He's got a few more gray hairs, his belt is loose, and he can barely fasten his pants. Mom, you have to take good care of Dad."
"Nonsense, where is your belt hanging loose? But your dad has really worked hard these days. When he's done, I'll make him some old hen soup to reward him." Lin Hongmei nodded in agreement with her son's statement and looked at her husband tenderly.
Luo Jimin's expression immediately brightened, as if he had been injected with adrenaline, and he said with high spirits, "This is what I should do. The health of the disaster victims is of utmost importance. Your mother is even busier than me; she hasn't had time to get her hair done lately."
Lin Yao watched the couple being all lovey-dovey and felt a little nauseous. He felt he shouldn't bring up this topic.
The phone rang, and Lin Yao saw that the number displayed was Professor Yue Qiqiu from Beijing.
By this time, Lin Yao had changed his SIM card. He didn't want to answer Xia Yuwen's calls anymore. He had done everything he could regarding her grandfather Duan Hanyuan's illness; the rest depended on the cooperation of West China Hospital. Duan Qing was clearly a high-ranking government official; if they continued to cling to him, he wouldn't be able to extricate himself.
Not to mention the numerous social obligations of officials, almost everyone has some health issues. Even a common cold is considered a major problem by them, and Lin Yao could be kept busy by it.
Although Lin Yao has a strong personality, now that his family is running a business, he can't afford to offend anyone. It's better to avoid trouble and just change his number. If he can't afford to mess with him, he can at least avoid him.
Lin Yao had already sent the new number to several numbers stored in his phone. He didn't expect that someone would call him so soon after sending the text message. Could it be someone confirming the number?
Professor Yue Qiqiu is a renowned endocrinologist in Beijing and a highly respected scholar in China. Lin Yao gave him his phone number because he had introduced him to a patient—a little girl with endocrine disorders who had grown up to look like a boy.
"Hello, is this Teacher Angel?" Yue Qiqiu asked over the phone.
"Hello, I'm the contact person, you can call me Xiao Yao. Dr. Yue, what can I do for you?" Lin Yao asked politely.
“My patient, his family, and I have arrived in Chengdu and are currently staying in room 1910 of the Shangri-La Hotel. Could you please arrange a meeting, Dr. Angel?” Yue Qiqiu asked.
Lin Yao immediately got up, went to his room, and closed the door. He didn't want his parents to know he was charging exorbitant medical fees. Luo Jimin and Lin Hongmei didn't think much of it when they saw their son making a suspicious phone call. They trusted Lin Yao's character, but they wondered if they would still be so at ease if they knew he was charging exorbitant fees for medical treatment.
"Dr. Yue, didn't you say you were coming to Chengdu the day after tomorrow?" Lin Yao found it strange.
"Oh, it's like this. The patient and her family couldn't wait any longer, so they rushed to Chengdu hoping to see Angel Teacher as soon as possible." As if worried that Angel Teacher might mind, Yue Qiqiu explained, "The main thing is that something happened. This morning, the little girl attempted suicide, but fortunately, her parents discovered it in time, so she didn't succeed. That's why the patient's family requested to come to Chengdu for treatment immediately."
"Suicide?" Lin Yao asked in shock, "Didn't we already make arrangements? Why is the girl so eager to commit suicide?"
“I contacted Angel Teacher yesterday, but I only confirmed with the patient’s parents by phone. Her parents didn’t have time to tell her that something might have happened to the girl at school this morning, and she tried to commit suicide after returning home at noon. Do you think it would be better to arrange for Angel Teacher to see the patient now? The patient’s emotions are very unstable, and we hope Angel Teacher can come today. The family is willing to increase the fee.” Beijingers are polite and courteous, and they are used to addressing people with the formal “you”, which made Lin Yao feel a little flattered.
"Are the certificates, documents, declarations, and medicines all ready?" Lin Yao quickly refined his words. It was already 11 p.m., and there was no time to waste. He had to pick up Nannan from the North Railway Station at 6 a.m.
"Everything is ready. Please make the arrangements. I'm really sorry to bother you, Teacher Angel. There's nothing I can do about it. The little girl doesn't believe her illness can be cured. Her parents have been watching over her, afraid she might try to commit suicide again." Yue Qiqiu's voice also carried a sense of helplessness, indicating that the situation had already exceeded his control.
After considering it for a while, Lin Yao decided to make house calls. Firstly, he could earn income sooner, and secondly, he couldn't bear to watch the little girl attempt suicide.
"Get ready, I'll be right there." Lin Yao hung up the phone after saying that, which made Yue Qiqiu on the other end of the line extremely happy. He didn't even notice that Lin Yao said "I'll be right there" instead of "Teacher Angel will be right there."
"Mom, I have to make a house call to save someone," Lin Yao said to Lin Hongmei while preparing the medicine and sterilized acupuncture needles.
"You still have to make house calls so late? Can't you wait until dawn?" Lin Hongmei didn't object. After all, she was a doctor herself and knew the priorities. She was just wondering why her son was suddenly so busy with work.
Thinking of something, Lin Hongmei asked again, "How is the old man we rescued today? Did they call you later?"
Lin Yao rolled his eyes and said, "Of course they called. Your son is home so late because he went to rescue someone. Oh, by the way, Mom, I changed my phone number. Write down my new number and save it in Dad's phone too. We don't use the old number anymore."
"Why are you changing your number? You haven't been using this number for long. Have you gotten into trouble?" Lin Hongmei immediately became nervous.
"No, I just don't want to be bothered by the family of the old man I saved today. They're probably officials, and it would be troublesome if they got involved. Anyway, I've already treated him, so there's no use in them bothering me again. Mom, I lost money treating him today; I didn't charge a single penny."
“It’s better not to contact officials.” Lin Hongmei immediately agreed with her son’s decision. She knew that getting involved with officials would cause a lot of trouble. She added, “Treating and saving lives is a doctor’s duty. What’s the loss if we don’t get paid? You need to improve your moral character.”
"Realm level? You have no idea how many medicinal herbs I've wasted. At least a third of Renxin Pharmaceutical Factory's stock was used up. If you knew, you'd probably be heartbroken." Lin Yao thought to himself. Of course, he dared not tell Lin Hongmei that he had wasted hundreds of thousands of yuan worth of medicinal herbs, otherwise he would have no way to explain it except by selling Xiaocao. Lin Yao was in charge of handling Renxin Pharmaceutical Factory's stock of medicinal herbs; he didn't sell a single ounce, he consumed them all himself.
"Mom, I'm leaving. I won't be back tonight. I'm going to the North Railway Station tomorrow morning to pick someone up—the little girl Nannan I told you about, and her father. Please tidy up the outhouse so I can stay there. My room is for Nannan and her father." With that, she left.
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Chapter Thirty-Five: The Descent of the Angels
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Sitting in the taxi, Lin Yao couldn't help but reflect on his life over the past few months. He had been busy, very busy, and although he sometimes wished he could stretch every minute into two, Lin Yao was very happy. He never wanted to go back to the past when he could only drift through life.
In the past, he had no expectations for life or the future; even his ideas remained mere dreams, pure fantasy. Now, he has confidence, dignity, and the feeling of being respected and expected of is intoxicating.
Becoming a doctor—that dream has already come true. Lin Yao had long ago taken the national unified examination, and after several years of studying and with his mentor's recommendation, he had obtained a formal national TCM practitioner's qualification certificate, allowing him to treat patients independently. Now, he was a doctor without needing to be affiliated with a hospital. Although he was a "freelance" doctor, he could pursue his dream career according to his own wishes, either working in a hospital or opening his own clinic.
The ideal of enabling his parents to live a life of pride and dignity is becoming a reality. His parents, possessing noble character, are not particularly concerned with personal gain or loss. Now that they are completely severed ties with the Luo family, Lin Yao no longer needs to worry about being humiliated in front of them. Except for holidays and his grandparents' birthdays, the family no longer needs to visit the Luo family. His parents are now passionate about the pharmaceutical industry, which can truly heal and save lives. Lin Yao has noticed that although they are very busy and exhausted lately, their spirits are higher than ever before. This can be seen as guiding his parents into their most beloved career.
As for trampling the Luo family underfoot, Lin Yao knew this was merely a thought fueled by years of accumulated resentment. He would still trample them, but that wasn't his primary goal. A person lives for pride, a tree lives for its bark; of course, he would do things to prove himself, and in the future, he would ensure his own family could look down upon the Luo family's Huarentang Group. Lin Yao already had a plan in mind for this, and he was confident he could achieve this secondary ideal.
Thinking of this, Lin Yao smiled happily. The family's suffering was finally over. His father, mother, and he had all found their purpose and value in life. This was true happiness.
The taxis continued to weave through the bustling city; the metropolis remained lively even at midnight. The driver was playing the car radio, and the program was reporting news about the disaster area in the west. Lin Yao's newly risen good mood immediately plummeted as he recalled his conversation with his parents at home.
Lin Hongmei said with tears in her eyes that the disaster was getting worse. In some places, even the muddy river water was being sold for 50 yuan a ton. Many families in the hardest-hit areas could not afford to grow crops, and they even had to eat their meals with salt. The water shortage was too severe. You can imagine how dangerous the health of the disaster victims was.
Lin Yao's family has no money. Even if they donated all four million to support the disaster area, it would be of no use. It would be like pouring a ladle of water on a large area of parched and cracked land, which would not have much effect. Their value lies in trying their best to save the health of the disaster victims. This is the most important thing. As long as people are saved and healthy, there will be a foundation and hope for post-disaster reconstruction.
After the conversation, Luo Jimin was so eager to rush to Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory to start work overnight that it seemed the family would be unable to sleep that night.
After Luo Jimin and Wen Youmin discussed the production plan in detail, a new problem arose: a lack of funds. The family, who had never engaged in large-scale production before, lacked experience. They had initially thought that with the initial capital of four million, they could quickly produce products to distribute to the disaster area, and then continue production with the recovered funds. However, the experienced Wen Youmin pointed out a fatal flaw in this plan: the problem of capital recovery and the funds tied up by unsold products.
Four million is far from enough. According to Lin Yao's plan, to save the health of all the disaster victims, the total cost of raw materials and total production cost of the medicine alone would reach seventy-five million. Add to that the costs of transportation, warehousing, distribution and various management expenses, and four million in start-up capital would be completely insufficient, and the return of funds would not be so rapid.
The family quickly assigned their roles: Luo Jimin was in charge of production, Lin Hongmei was in charge of transportation, distribution, and handling various relationships. They didn't assign any tasks to Lin Yao, as these jobs weren't suitable for the young man. Lin Yao himself suggested that he be in charge of raising funds. Although Luo Jimin and Lin Hongmei didn't know how Lin Yao would undertake this most arduous task, they still trusted him. However, they secretly gave up on the idea of saving all the disaster victims, as it was far too difficult for their family to handle.
The Shangri-La Hotel is a near-five-star hotel with excellent environment, facilities, and service; of course, the price for these services is also quite high. Lin Yao had no interest in appreciating the hotel's surroundings and went straight to the nineteenth floor.