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Chapter 1251 World Medical Exchange Conference
It was clear that Pan Guangfa was quite dismissive of Ye Bufan's Medical skill; he believed it was all just hype.
He was the President of the Chinese Medical Association, and the association included both Chinese and Western medicine practitioners. Those older Chinese medicine practitioners might have some real ability.
But for a Young man in his twenties to claim to be a Medical Immortal, he wouldn't believe it wasn't hype even if he were beaten to death.
Chen Meiling said, “Second Brother, if that’s the case, why does he have so much power? He said he’d ruin our family’s company, and he did.”
Pan Guangfa sighed, “That’s not entirely his power; Big Brother himself has issues.
I’ve advised him countless times that since he has so many assets, there’s no need to engage in tax evasion, and even less to get involved in all sorts of messy things, but he just wouldn’t listen.
It’s precisely because he had problems himself that the other party found an opportunity to exploit.”
Although he was a famous doctor, he hadn't entered the upper echelons of the Imperial Capital’s society and didn't know about the struggles between aristocratic families, let alone how high Ye Bufan's reputation and status were.
Chen Meiling eagerly said, “Let’s not talk about that for now. Think of a way to see if you can get your Big Brother out.”
“Alright, I’ll try.”
After Pan Guangfa finished speaking, he pulled out his phone and began to use his connections to inquire about the situation.
After making a round of calls, he finally hung up the phone with a heavy expression.
Chen Meiling looked anxious: “How is it? Can you get your Big Brother out?”
Pan Guangfa shook his head: “I’ve asked around. This matter is very serious. The amount of tax evasion by Big Brother is huge, and I’m afraid this imprisonment is unavoidable.”
“Damn Ye Bufan, he’s trying to ruin our family,” Pan Hao said through gritted teeth, “Second Uncle, you are the President of the Medical Association, and he’s just a small doctor. You must find a way to kill him and avenge me.”
“Don’t worry, when the right time comes, I’ll show him what I can do.”
Pan Guangfa’s expression was grim. As the President of the Medical Association, killing the other party was impossible, but causing some trouble was certainly within his ability.
Then he looked at Chen Meiling again: “Sister-in-law, Big Brother probably won’t be out for a while. What are your plans?”
“The family’s assets have all been frozen, but we still have a property in M Country that we bought earlier for vacations. It’s been sitting there for years, and its value is around thirty to fifty million chinese yuan.
I plan to have Pan Hao go there to handle it and convert it into cash to hold onto.”
As the saying goes, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Although the Pan family’s assets in China were seized, this was an overseas property, so it should be fine.
Pan Guangfa nodded: “I see. In a few days, I’m going to M Country to attend a Medical Association meeting, so let Pan Hao come with me.”
“That’s best. With your Big Brother in trouble, I can’t leave, and I’m not entirely at ease with Pan Hao going alone. It’s good that you can look after him.”
Although Chen Meiling was protective of her son, she knew what kind of person he was; he couldn't do anything besides eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring.
On Ye Bufan’s side, after leaving the Pan family, he returned to the Ancient Medical Sect.
Everything at the company was operating smoothly and systematically, managed by An Yimo and Su Ruyue, while he provided consultations at the Gu Yi Men Clinic.
Shortly after he got into the car, his phone in his pocket rang. He looked at it and saw it was a call from Director Yang Zhengdao, the Director of the Chinese Health Administration.
He pressed the answer button, and Yang Zhengdao’s enthusiastic voice came from the other end: “Xiao Ye, do you have time these next few days?”
Ye Bufan said, “Yes, please tell me what you need.”
“It’s like this: the World Medical Exchange Conference is about to be held. Yesterday, I received an invitation from the World Medical Association, inviting our China to send a delegation.
And it specifically requested that we send Chinese medicine practitioners so that the world can learn about our Chinese medicine. I know this is all your credit, so you, as a Medical Immortal, must go and help us promote Chinese medicine in China.”
Yang Zhengdao was very clear that the reason the World Medical Association valued China so much this time was entirely due to this Young man; he had thoroughly conquered the arrogant experts of the World Medical Association with his exquisite Medical skill.
“Yes.”
Ye Bufan agreed without hesitation. As the Legacy holder of the Ancient Medical Sect, promoting Chinese medicine was naturally his bounden duty. Moreover, he had nothing much to do recently, so it was a good time to make a trip to M Country.
Seeing him agree, Yang Zhengdao happily said, “That’s good. I’ll call President Alice of the World Medical Association now and recommend you.”
“Director Yang, isn't this matter decided by you?”
“This really isn’t decided by me.”
Yang Zhengdao explained, “The World Medical Exchange Conference was not originally an official event, and the same goes for our China. Each time, it’s handled by the Chinese Medical Association, and President Pan is responsible for everything regarding participation in this exchange conference.”
As a doctor, Ye Bufan had some understanding of the Chinese Medical Association. Although it gathered many famous doctors, it was not officially organized.
It was a civilian organization established with the assistance of the Chinese Health Administration.
He had no objection to this and said, “Alright, I’ll await your news.”
“Xiao Ye, just prepare directly. There shouldn’t be any surprises. With your level, participating in this Medical Exchange Conference is more than enough.”
Yang Zhengdao had full confidence in Ye Bufan’s Medical skill. After all, in so many years since the founding of China, only one Medical Immortal had emerged.
Ye Bufan didn't say much about this. After hanging up the phone, he immediately changed direction, no longer going to the Ancient Medical Sect, and went straight home.
Upon arriving home, he gathered Su Ruyue, Qin Chuchu, and the others and announced the news.
After briefly explaining the situation, he said, “This World Medical Exchange Conference is a great opportunity for the development of Chinese medicine, and we must not miss it.
We must seize this opportunity to let the world rediscover our Chinese medicine and rebuild its glory, so I need to make a trip to M Country.”
Su Ruyue said, “Just today, Banxia called me. The work of taking over Angel Pharmaceuticals over there is also very stressful. It’ll be good if you go and help her out. You can come back once the company is completely stable.”
“No problem.”
After all, these were his own properties, and Ye Bufan had no room to refuse.
Moreover, he was not surprised by this outcome. After all, Angel Pharmaceuticals had been operating there for many years and was a large company with hundreds of billions in assets. It wasn't that easy to take over, and there would definitely be some obstacles.
Dongfang Huizhong said, “I’m going too.”
“Uh, you don’t go yet. Wait until I’ve settled down for a while, and then you can go.”
Ye Bufan knew the destructive power of this woman. If she went there and couldn't speak the language, who knows what kind of trouble she might cause, perhaps even tearing down the World Medical Association.
Dongfang Huizhong pouted: “Alright then, I’ll come find you after a while.”
Next was the preparation work. For Ye Bufan, there wasn't much to prepare, but there were indeed many things to do before leaving. After all, with so many girlfriends, the most basic “homework” still needed to be done.
So he simply muted his phone and focused wholeheartedly on the task.
He didn’t sleep the entire night. When he woke up the next day, even with his Middle Stage Saint-level cultivation, he couldn't help but feel a bit dizzy, lightheaded, and have an aching back and legs.
After breakfast, he picked up his phone and saw dozens of missed calls, half from Yang Zhengdao and half from Alice, the President of the World Medical Association.
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