Top-tier Unruly Master

After the farce of the Xiao Dao incident, the sales continued to proceed in an orderly fashion.

The main troublemaker from Xiao Dao had already been arrested by the police on various charges, and Dyna from the World Red Cross Society also publicly declared that she would stand by Ding Fan's side.

So by now, no one had any doubts about the price of the Pill.

On the side, Hu Jin watched the situation unfold with a heavy sigh.

Ding Fan usually seemed carefree, but when it really mattered, they truly couldn't do without him. Just take the dispute over the price of the Pill for instance—if Ding Fan had not stepped in, she wouldn't have been able to withstand the pressure from the World Red Cross Society.

Without Ding Fan, it was debatable whether Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory would still exist.

Following that, Ding Fan no longer worried about the matter. He left the rest to Hu Jin to handle.

Now that the situation had stabilized, if Hu Jin couldn't handle the remaining issues, then she would truly be incompetent.

Dyna was a distinguished guest after all. After entrusting the sales meeting to Hu Jin, Ding Fan took Dyna to the company's reception room.

Although Ding Fan was not directly involved in the subsequent operations of the sales meeting, it could be described as explosively popular.

Outside, people lined up under the scorching sun. Merely by eye, there seemed to be hundreds in the queue.

This long line of hundreds of people blocked the entrance of the Dancheng Branch Company completely.

Jin Qingdong, who had previously been clamoring about medical ethics with a big combed back hairstyle, had now obediently taken his followers in traditional medicine and left.

With a World Red Cross Society director standing on Ding Fan's side, what capital did he, as the mere president of the Dancheng division of the Red Cross Society, have to be clamorous?

At this time, apart from those lining up outside, Hu Jin's phone was almost blown up by the number of calls she was receiving.

Those who called Hu Jin were wealthy businessmen and high officials. Even President Ma, the CEO of Penguin Company, which was one of the top 500 companies in the world, personally had someone call Hu Jin.

President Ma's intention was simple: he wanted to pull some strings and buy a Pill of the ultimate version.

Besides President Ma, the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs also specifically called Hu Jin, claiming that some heads of state from foreign countries hoped to pull some strings and buy some Pills...

There were simply too many such influential figures who were calling to pull strings, and at this point, Hu Jin truly couldn't decide everything by herself. Consequently, she went to Ding Fan for advice.

After all, Ding Fan was the company's boss, and he had the final say on the sale of the ultimate version of the Pill. So naturally, the matter had to be decided by Ding Fan.

Ding Fan thought it over for a moment, then decisively handed the decision-making to Hu Jin. When Ding Fan delegated the sales authority to Hu Jin, he uttered just one sentence.

"Just weigh the overall situation."

Ding Fan's meaning was simple: some high officials, and even some foreign heads of state, were entities they couldn't afford to provoke at the moment. Even if they could provoke them, Ding Fan wouldn't be staying in the company forever. Trading a Pill for some care and attention was a worthwhile deal.

Refining an ultimate version of the Pill was only a matter of minutes for Ding Fan now.

Seeing Ding Fan entrust her with the sales rights moved Hu Jin greatly.

This was a sign of Ding Fan truly treating her as one of his own. If he didn't trust her, how could he possibly give such a responsibility to her?

Moved by the gesture, Hu Jin decided to do her current job even better.

There's a saying that goes, "A warrior will die for those who appreciate him." At the moment, that was exactly how Hu Jin felt. The most she could give back to Ding Fan was to take good care of the branch office and Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory for him.

At this time, in the branch office's reception room.

Unlike the bustling scene of the sales outside, Ding Fan was currently accompanying Dyna in conversation, while members from the Red Cross Society accompanied her on the side.

"Mr. Ding Fan, the last time we parted, my friend Owen couldn't stop praising your medical skills. He claimed he would have died without you. Your medical expertise is truly impressive," Dyna said to Ding Fan, full of praise.

Ding Fan naturally remembered Owen mentioned by Dyna.

Owen was a vampire who had been in a car accident that caused the cold energy from his mouth to be knocked out, so Owen would indeed have died if Ding Fan had not happened to come across him at the time.

"I was merely lending a hand at the time," Ding Fan said to Dyna with a light smile.

"Mr. Ding Fan, my friend Owen insisted he must thank you in person. He had been looking for you for a long time, and it's unexpected that we should meet here today. If my friend knew I met you today, he would definitely be very happy," Dyna said with evident joy.

Ding Fan smiled.

In fact, even if Owen had not come to find him, Ding Fan would have found an opportunity to meet this Owen.

When Ding Fan was staying in Myanmar, he had dealt with vampires before, but those vampires were different from Owen.

Those vampires were full of a bloodthirsty aura and a fierce killing intent.

Vampires fed on blood, so it was inevitable for them to suck blood. But what Ding Fan found surprising was that although Owen had that same eerie vampire feel, he didn't have that overwhelming killing intent...

In the midst of uncertainty, Ding Fan felt that this Owen differed significantly from other vampires.

"Director Dyna, everyone says that traditional Chinese medicine in Huaxia Country is very powerful. You mentioned that your friend is a highly skilled traditional Chinese physician. I wonder if he could demonstrate his skills for us?"

At this moment, a tall young man smiled and spoke to Dyna.

"Peter, as soon as you hear about a miraculous Doctor, you just can't seem to help yourself from getting excited," Dyna said with a smile to the tall young man named Peter.

A tinge of shyness crossed Peter's face. Obviously, this man was not adept at joking.

Without further teasing Peter, Dyna turned to Ding Fan. "This Peter is a top student from Yale Medical School. In terms of your Huaxia Country's expression, he might be considered a 'medicine fanatic.' Whenever he encounters experts or scholars, he can't help but barrage them with a multitude of questions."

Ding Fan nodded. "Traditional Chinese medicine in Huaxia Country is profound and extensive. My own grasp is but mere scratching the surface. However, since Peter is so interested in traditional Chinese medicine, I will let you all broaden your horizons."

Broaden their horizons?!

The others following Dyna slightly furrowed their brows in disapproval.

Among them, there were many medical talents like Peter, yet Ding Fan had said he would show them something new.

You have to understand, there was no disease case or technique these people hadn't seen...

Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, Peter also frowned slightly. The look of anticipation on his face morphed into one of disgust.

Ding Fan, however, paid no heed to those around him. He slowly stood up, then walked over to Peter, and held out his hand for a handshake.

Peter was taken aback. Although he did not like Ding Fan's remarks, with the other party reaching out to him, it would be rude to refuse. He extended his hand as well, and they shook hands.

After the brief handshake, Ding Fan released Peter's hand and walked back to his position, sitting down with ease.

The crowd witnessed Ding Fan's peculiar actions with a degree of puzzlement.

"Mr. Ding Fan, what was that just now?" Dyna asked.

"I was diagnosing Peter just now," Ding Fan said quite naturally.

Diagnosing?!

Those present exchanged looks of disbelief.

In that moment of handshake, Ding Fan had actually diagnosed Peter?!

Peter was stunned as well. However, his expression soon turned serious. Clearly, he thought that Ding Fan was deliberately putting on an act to deceive everyone.

"Then tell me, what illness did you diagnose me with?"

"You have a coughing ailment!" Ding Fan stated without hesitation.

"Mr. Ding Fan, I'm afraid you're wrong this time. I've known Peter for half a year now, but I've never seen him cough," a black man stepped forward and said.

Ding Fan simply smiled without speaking, looking at Peter.

After hearing Ding Fan's diagnosis, Peter's expression became serious.

"How did you know I have a coughing ailment?" Peter asked.

The black man looked at Peter with disbelief. "Peter, you don't really have a coughing ailment, do you?"

Peter nodded slowly, but his gaze was fixed directly on Ding Fan. "How did you find out about my cough?"

"I discovered it from the handshake just now," said Ding Fan, without any intent to conceal his methods.

Ding Fan did not use Divine Sense since the other party wanted to test his medical expertise. Indeed, he used the technique of pulse diagnosis to assess Peter's condition.

Peter's face turned somewhat unsightly.

They had merely shaken hands, and in such a brief moment, Ding Fan had managed to identify his coughing condition...

It's worth noting that Peter's cough was quite peculiar, and only a few of his colleagues were aware of it.

"Then tell me about my condition," Peter asked under a veil of astonishment, looking at Ding Fan.

"Your coughing ailment stems from when you were young, during an outing, you contracted a chill that affected your lungs which subsequently became the root cause of your illness," Ding Fan elaborated.

From childhood...

Just a single handshake allowed for detection of something from childhood?

While everyone else thought Ding Fan was talking nonsense, Peter's eyes widened in shock.

"Is there a cure for this illness?"…