Ling Zhenfei curiously asked about the fifty million yuan investment Chen Dafu mentioned, and Chu He told him everything without reservation.

It turned out that the country allocates huge funds every year to domestic hospitals for medical research, amounting to about fifty million yuan. Chu He had promised Chen Dafu that if he cured his grandfather's illness, Chen Dafu would secure this year's investment quota for him.

No wonder Chen Dafu went to great lengths to find his phone number and humble himself to ask for his medical services— the real benefit was here.

This once again proved that Chu He was no ordinary person, with very solid connections. Otherwise, who could easily guarantee an investment fund of fifty million yuan for Binyang Hospital?

"Older brother, you really have extensive influence, even being able to manage national affairs. Fifty million yuan in investment funds, that must take a huge amount of clout to secure."

After listening, Chu He chuckled and, making sure no one else was around, whispered to Ling Zhenfei, "Let me tell you the truth, brother. It's not that I have such strong connections. The country has been investing fifty million yuan into medical research for many years now. The purpose is to commend hospitals with achievements in medical science. I only knew through my contacts that Binyang Group was on the list of this year's fund recipients, that's all."

"Oh, I see."

At this point, Ling Zhenfei understood that Chu He had played Chen Dafu; he hadn't done anything, just learned about the national funding in advance.

"Brother, take this, don't find it too little."

After dinner, Chu He handed a bank card to Ling Zhenfei. Although the exact amount was unknown, considering Chu He's way of doing things, it likely wasn't small.

"Older brother, you're too kind. Isn't this a bit too much?" Ling Zhenfei, getting along well with Chu He, intended to cultivate a relationship with this man.

"As long as you don't find it too little, with your medical skills, if you want, I can make you the richest man in Binyang."

"Older brother, do you have a way?" Ling Zhenfei did not understand where Chu He's statement was coming from.

"It's really simple. I'm from Capital City, where we have a club. Everyone there is worth over a hundred million. I'll promote you there, and when they have an incurable disease, I'll refer them to you. You won't have to worry about other matters, and you'll be happy with the price."

"Then thank you, brother."

"By the way, weren't you planning on building an estate? Wait for my call in the next few days. I'll bring some venture capitalists to take a look. Casually investing a few tens of millions is simple for them." The way Chu He talked was nonchalant, but it was incredibly shocking to Ling Zhenfei's ears. The words 'a few hundred million' and 'a few tens of millions' seemed to hold as little difference to Chu He as thirty or fifty yuan. If this was true, it was indeed good news for himself.

Back at the hospital, Ling Zhenfei made a phone call to Chen Dafu. After finding out his location, he headed straight for Chen Dafu's office.

"Divine Doctor, you've arrived."

Chen Dafu's attitude toward Ling Zhenfei was extremely enthusiastic. After all, Ling Zhenfei had secured a fifty million yuan investment for him.

"Director Chen, I've solved everything for you. Now we should talk, shouldn't we?"

"Talk, about what?"

"After I did you such a big favor, don't you want to show some gratitude? I've heard from Chu He about the fifty million, that's certainly not a small amount."

Ling Zhenfei's statement made it clear that he wanted to extort some money from Chen Dafu.

Chen Dafu smiled faintly and said, "Divine Doctor, a token of gratitude is certainly in order. I've prepared a big red envelope for you and was just about to send it over."

Chen Dafu took out a red envelope from his drawer and handed it to Ling Zhenfei. Ling Zhenfei didn't even touch it—his Perspective Eye could see that there was at most two thousand yuan inside, so he didn't bother.

"Director Chen, I didn't come here for money."

"Then what do you want?" Chen Dafu asked in surprise, wondering what could be more important than money in this world.

"Your Binyang Hospital should be a national key hospital, capable of issuing medical practitioner certificates, right?"

"That's right, our hospital is famous in several aspects nationwide, and we can certainly issue credentials, up to the rank of professor. Once certified, one becomes an honorary professor at our hospital, recognized across the country." Chen Dafu looked at Ling Zhenfei, not sure what he was getting at.

"Do you think my abilities qualify me for your professorship?"

Ling Zhenfei aimed to snag a certificate. Although he could heal, he was only a half-baked doctor, without any credentials. If he could take this opportunity to get a professorship certificate, treating anyone in the future would be much more convenient.

"Your abilities are certainly up to par, but our professors have worked at the hospital for over a decade and need a lot of academic papers and clinical data to back up their promotion. So if you want to be a professor, you'll need to start by working at our hospital," Chen Dafu said, which was true—to attain such a certificate was extremely difficult.

"It's that difficult, huh? Well, think it over—If I get certified at your hospital, I'd be an honorary professor. If you can't give me the certificate, I'll just go to another hospital. I don't believe all hospitals are so cautious. For instance, the Provincial Hospital has had cases of exceptional promotions."

"Alright, no more talk—you've brought fifty million yuan investment to our hospital by treating Old Master Chu, and previously, you managed to cure a leukemia patient. I'll see to it that you get that certificate."

Director Chen put on a show of it being a challenging task, though Ling Zhenfei was well aware it wasn't easy for someone as young as he was to become a professor.

But with the director as his guarantor and his own healing ability, convincing the other evaluators to issue him a certificate shouldn't be a problem. Most importantly, once he got the certificate, he'd be an honorary professor at Binyang Hospital, legitimizing any treatment he'd provide in the future.

"Since the director has agreed, I'll be off then—and thanks for the red envelope," said Ling Zhenfei as he left, taking with him the red envelope he hadn't accepted earlier.

Director Chen had a heavy expression, thinking quietly that he must find a way to keep Ling Zhenfei at the hospital—he was their cash cow.

"Hello, Old Li, it's Chen Dafu. About that promotion for Director Li to professor we discussed last time, we need to talk again. I want to replace him with someone else. It's not about the money—I'm willing to pay to find someone. I'll send you the materials later. You have to help a brother out this time."

Ling Zhenfei took the red envelope and stepped out. He opened it to look and, sure enough, there were only two thousand yuan inside. He wondered who had given Chen Dafu this red envelope.

He went to the gynecology department to find Liu Bingying but was told by a nurse that Liu Bingying had about a dozen surgeries today and would likely be busy until late. Seeing that it was still early and he had nothing else to do, Ling Zhenfei decided to take a stroll outside.

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