The door slammed open, and a man in a white shirt and trousers was pushed out in embarrassment.

"Dean Shen, think about it, I will definitely not let you suffer." Men don't give up.

The medical equipment of the provincial hospital is all tendered externally, and this man is the CEO of a medical equipment company, and he wants to get the bid through the back door of President Shen.

"Fuck off, I, Shen, am not a person who sees money, you are looking for the wrong person." Shen Yuan slapped the table and shouted.

"Old thing......" the man scolded and walked away.

With a "bang", a fruit basket flew out of the office, which was delivered by a man.

Lin Bufan swallowed his saliva, looked down at the fruit basket in his hand, and hesitated.

"What are you doing?" Dean Shen had silver hair, full of energy, and a straight waist, staring at Lin Bufan at the moment.

"Hello Dean Shen, I am Zhang Xiuyue's son."

Because of Sun Wanmin's relationship, Zhang Xiuyue is now the situation of the expert group's consultation, and her case has been brought out for discussion at the morning meeting more than once, so Dean Shen naturally knows Zhang Xiuyue's.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Lin Bufan calmed down and strode in, "Dean Shen, I'm here to thank you, thank you for consulting my mother." ”

"Sit down!" Dean Shen's tone softened, and he still regretted, "Tea or water?" ”

"Water will do."

Dean Shen poured a glass of water for Lin Bufan, there was no shelf at all, he sat down next to Lin Bufan, his eyes showed regret, "Your mother's kidney is only 20% functional, if you can't find a suitable kidney source...... Alas. ”

The rest of the sentence was not continued.

"I know that my mother has an RH-negative blood type. So it is very difficult to match such a kidney source. ”

The RH-negative blood type is called panda blood. In '98, medical technology had not yet reached the point where it could transplant a kidney across blood types.

"We'll do our best no matter what. But...... You'd better be mentally prepared. Dean Shen's generous and warm hand was held in Lin Bufan's hand.

Lin Bufan pondered for a moment and said, "Dean Shen, one of my classmates is studying in the United States, and I heard that there is a St. Louis Hospital in the United States that has successfully transplanted kidneys for three patients with RH blood types, do you know about this?" ”

"I've heard of St. Louis Hospital, but if you want to go abroad for medical treatment, you need to issue a medical certificate abroad, and we only issue such a medical certificate to hospitals that have cooperative relations and medical mutual assistance in the United States."

Lin Bufan's eyebrows twisted, and he blurted out, "Could it be that my mother can only wait for death?" ”

Dean Shen sighed helplessly, "We will do our best." ”

Lin Bufan wanted to pick the words away, but he still held back, and from what happened to the man just now, it could be seen that Dean Shen could not be bribed with money.

"Thank you, Dean." Lin Bufan took a sip of water, and his eyes swept to a martial arts book on the desk, the title of which was "The Legend of the Nine Swords".

The book "Legend of the Nine Swords" was a hot mess at the time, and even sold the copyright abroad, this set of books has a total of four volumes, two volumes were released in 97, and the next two volumes will be completed after 3 years.

The reason why there was a gap of three years is that the author went up the mountain to become a Taoist priest in the past three years, and three years later he went down the mountain and returned to the world because of love, and finished the second half of the book again.

Lin Bufan was also obsessed with this book in his last life, and scolded the author every day for three years.

Is this a dead person in the family, why can't the second half be released?

The newsroom's phone was flooded.

At that time, there was no online article, and it was the peak period of new martial arts.

"Dean Shen also watched "The Legend of the Nine Swords"." Lin Bufan asked.

"Look, I've read the first half of the two volumes several times, and I don't know what happened to the author, it's been a year, and I haven't written half of the part, I'm really anxious, I'm really anxious to kill me, I won't tell you, I called the editorial department several times to ask, the editor said, he doesn't know, it's really angry with me, just leave a suspense, whether the protagonist is with the heroine in the end......"

When he said this book, Dean Shen's eyebrows fluttered and he gushed endlessly.

It seems to be a fan of martial arts.

"I also like this book, my favorite protagonist in it is ...... after entering the mountain," Lin Bufan also said.

The two like-minded chatted for an hour.

When it was over, Dean Shen sighed and said, "I really want to watch the second half." ”

Lin Bufan suddenly had an idea.

When interacting with people, it is impossible to get it all in one step, and you have to slowly get closer to the relationship.

"Then I'll write it to you." Lin Bufan said seriously.

Dean Shen laughed, "The book of the Marquis of Half Sword is not something that ordinary people can continue to write, not to mention that you are just a student." ”

At noon, Lin Bufan found Sun Wanmin to eat together.

"The dean didn't agree, did he?" Sun Wanmin knew that Lin Bufan wanted to send his mother abroad for medical treatment.

"Hmm."

"Don't be discouraged, let's think of something else."

"Uncle Sun, does Dean Shen like to watch martial arts very much?" Lin Bufan asked.

"It's not just martial arts, as long as it's an interesting book, he reads it, which is well known in the hospital, and it's better to give a gift than a book."

"Do you know that Dean Shen is watching "The Legend of the Nine Swords"?"

"Of course I know, I read it myself, the story is so exciting, it's a pity, it's been a year and there is no second half, I guess the author has an accident. What a shame. ”

"You said that if you show the second half of "The Legend of the Nine Swords" to Dean Shen, will he be very happy?"

"I'm sure I'm happy."

"Will it be closer?"

"Yes." Sun Wanmin replied in the affirmative.

"Will you give me a letter for medical treatment?"

"This ...... It's hard to say, although there is no clear rule that private hospitals in the United States cannot issue a letter of going abroad for medical treatment, but there is no precedent. ”

"There is a precedent for everything...... Uncle Sun, you eat slowly, I'm in a hurry to leave beforehand. ”

"You haven't finished your meal yet."

Lin Bufan didn't have the heart to continue eating, he wanted to write the last two volumes of "The Legend of the Nine Swords".

The author of the Nine Swords in the previous life, Banjian Fenghou, would not begin to write half of it until the second half of 99.

Lin Bufan directly took a week off.

He went to the computer city and spent more than 20,000 yuan to buy the latest Lenovo Tianque computer at that time, and also bought a printer.

After returning home, I installed the computer and began to write, I have to admire the half-sword Fenghou, the characters he wrote are still fresh in people's memory, the plot ups and downs, make people cry, make people laugh.

Lin Bufan remembers the development of the plot, and can imitate at least 7 percent.

After three days of retreat, I slept 4 hours a day, and finally wrote 100,000 words.

After printing it out with a printer, Lin Bufan breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out that writing is so tiring." ”

I have to write sick when I know the plot, but you can imagine how much effort the half-sword Fenghou put into creating this one.

Early the next morning, Lin Bufan went to the hospital with the manuscript in a hurry.

Lin Bufan looked at his watch, it was only 7 o'clock, and Dean Shen definitely hadn't come yet, so he read the draft carefully in the small garden of the hospital.

After all, it is an imitation, and the kind of words and charm of the half-sword Fenghou are not in place, but it should not be a big problem for ordinary readers.

Time passed slowly, and soon it was half past eight.

Lin Bufan was a little nervous, can this manuscript get closer to Dean Shen?

When he walked to the dean's office, Lin Bufan took a deep breath, then knocked on the door and entered.

"Classmate Lin, is there something wrong so early?" Dean Shen had just changed into a white coat.

"Dean Shen, look at this." Lin Bufan handed over the manuscript.

"What's that?" Dean Shen took it and asked.

"The Legend of the Nine Swords, which I continued."

"You still write?" Dean Shen was very surprised, because he liked the author of the Half Sword Seal Marquis very much in his heart, so his expression naturally showed a kind of contempt, "The strength of the Half Sword Seal Marquis is the peak of the domestic realm, and not everyone can continue to write about him." ”

Dean Shen just glanced at it and put the manuscript on his desk.

"Dean Shen, this is what I spent three days writing with great painstaking efforts, so you can take a look."

Dean Shen hesitated for a moment, but finally picked up the draft.

At first, he watched carelessly, completely not wanting to hurt the children's hearts.

But after a few minutes, Dean Shen's expression was surprised.

Slowly, Dean Shen's body straightened up, and his eyes showed a bright ......