I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s-Chapter 520 - 519: Surname Qiao

"I heard from Bao Li that you came to Beijing, but I’ve been too busy lately to get in touch," Zhang Ziquan said.

It was true; Uncle Nine, Zhang Baoju, had just taken over the Beijing Main Store not long ago, and he was incredibly busy. Otherwise, how could he forget about Beisitian, who was half a benefactor to them? Without her, Zhang Baoju wouldn’t have secured his position!

Beisitian exchanged a few pleasantries with Zhang Ziquan, then introduced him to Peng Baocheng. When Zhang Ziquan heard from Zhang Baoli about the matter during his visit, he immediately agreed that if it was Beisitian’s dress, they would find the best embroidery woman to do it for free!

Seeing Zhang Ziquan taking charge, Peng Baocheng glanced at Beisitian, surprised at her high standing in Bao Niang Embroidery Workshop.

Zhang Ziquan was pleased, knowing that Beisitian was bringing them business. They had been thinking of expanding outward and undergoing some transformation. If they remained solely on traditional embroidery, they would eventually fade out from the stage.

However, expanding the market was tough. Uncle Nine, Zhang Baoju, wanted to make some achievements, but progress was slow. The cultural differences between the East and West were significant, and the perspectives of both men and women were different, making these cultural gaps unavoidable.

Beisitian’s phone call, however, showed them a breakthrough. Once they found a point to break through, the first step would be taken, and the second step would be much easier.

Providing free embroidery for Beisitian was a way to thank her for this opportunity. They felt that merely offering such gratitude seemed insincere, so they planned to properly thank Beisitian later and perhaps discuss future cooperation.

Zhang Ziquan and Peng Baocheng shook hands, acknowledging each other. They didn’t exchange many more words since the issue was about Beisitian’s dress. If a cooperation discussion were to happen, Zhang Ziquan’s rank wasn’t high enough, and Zhang Baoju would have to handle it.

Upon seeing Beisitian’s sketches, Zhang Ziquan kept praising her, saying, "Miss Bei, if you studied design, you’d surely out-design anyone!"

Beisitian smiled, not taking it seriously. She was self-aware enough to know that these styles were merely what she liked, and she could draw them because of her painting skills. As for designing, she wasn’t cut out for it!

Moreover, these sketches only seemed fresh because no one had worn them before. Once real designers were inspired, their creations would undoubtedly be better suited for modern women than hers. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Don’t worry, I’ll rush on it. I’ll first return to find the embroidery women. President Peng, have your people prepare the materials. I’ll come over tonight to pick them up, and I’ll ensure it’s delivered by noon tomorrow!" Zhang Ziquan said.

With only a small embroidery area on the chest, Zhang Ziquan tried to secure more time to ensure perfect embroidery. After all, this was living advertising! He had to put in the extra effort to find the best embroidery woman to rush the job!

After finalizing the plans, Zhang Ziquan immediately left, and Peng Baocheng also prepared to leave. Affairs of both companies required his decisions, and only he knew how busy he was. Spending so much time in this clothing store, many couldn’t comprehend his actions.

On the way back, Beisitian also talked to Ma Tianlai about the usual customs of such events; female companions usually played a minimal role, with men still being the main figures at events.

This event seemed not just a formality. There were two local government officials attending, focusing on building a Hope Primary School in a poverty-stricken area. This event would establish a charity foundation specifically for students in those impoverished regions.

"It’s hard to say; maybe it’s genuine this time. But whether it is or not, most attendees aren’t solely focusing on building a Hope Primary School; they have other motives," Ma Tianlai said.

There had been similar foundations established before, but they often ended up filling someone’s pockets, using the guise of charity to amass wealth.

Ma Tianlai was accustomed to this, so he was just going through the motions this time, taking the opportunity to get acquainted with Mainland connections.

Beisitian nodded, understanding quite well while also knowing the thoughts of some people.

"Oh, right, Doctor Bei, there’s something I need to tell you about Peng Baocheng’s wife. Of course, I didn’t mention your situation at all; I just told him to seek medical help," Ma Tianlai admitted.

This matter definitely needed to be addressed with Beisitian beforehand. Otherwise, if Peng Baocheng came seeking assistance, Beisitian would know it was Ma who mentioned it, leading to unnecessary misunderstandings.

Seeing Beisitian’s half-smiling gaze, Ma Tianlai quickly said, "I didn’t intend to trouble you, but as you know, my son was in a coma for those two years. Ah Cheng and I went through similar experiences, seeking medical help, feeling disappointment, and regaining hope together. I understand his feelings. He says he’s given up, but how many can truly let go?"

He was almost certain that Peng Baocheng would come to seek Beisitian’s help. If he were in the same position, he would too!

Beisitian listened quietly, not thinking Ma Tianlai was wrong. She was a doctor, and if she could save someone, she would try. Moreover, that person had purchased her ’Phoenix Dance Dragon Plate.’

Beisitian didn’t say much to Ma Tianlai, so he didn’t know whether she was upset, feeling quite anxious.

"We’ll see," she said.

When Ma Tianlai got out of the car, he only heard those words from Beisitian, leaving him puzzled. What kind of situation—Peng Baocheng’s plea or his wife’s condition?

But in any case, Doctor Bei hadn’t outright refused, meaning Ah Cheng had hope, and Doctor Bei wasn’t angry about the matter.

Chen Jinliang drove Beisitian to her workplace, where there were more people at the Chinese medicine clinic than usual. If there were usually ten patients a day, now there were twenty.

So everyone was busier, which was better than sitting idle every day. It gave them confidence to take their paychecks.

Some came because of her reputation. Ever since Jiang Yanmei’s condition improved, she started spreading the word, those organic promotions. In her community, quite a few knew about Beisitian, although not many actually visited.

Ma Sanqiang would do the same around his area, but as men didn’t enjoy bustling surroundings as much, he’d usually speak when asked.

In the afternoon, after attending to four patients, Beisitian prepared to clock out as usual, with Chen Jinliang coming to pick her up.

From Chen Jinliang, she learned that Luo Xudong had also left earlier today, returning home as early as possible, claiming that someone from his family had arrived, a military officer with the surname Qiao.