Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 269 - 269 269 Reflection

269: Chapter 269 Reflection 269: Chapter 269 Reflection There are two kinds of people in this world, those who sink into despair and those who reflect in the face of despair.

Lian Ping was the latter, he began to reflect.

He remembered the oath he had taken on the day he became a journalist:

I am the recorder of the times, I am a journalist!

I fear nothing, the law accompanies me forward, I am grounded, and morality supports my backbone.

Journalism ethics, maintain professional morals, give me a direction.

Truth is the lifeblood of journalism, and I am willing to devote years for it.

The words from the past are still clear in my mind, was it not with a passionate heart that I chose this profession, to present the truth to the public?

A journalist should report facts and truth, but I do not know when I started using any means necessary for news, to attract attention, yet distorting the facts.

Did Qin Han not respect them?

In the beginning, Qin Han gave them due respect, telling them he did not want to be interviewed, gently persuading them to leave.

Why then did I continuously challenge his bottom line?

What mindset was I holding?

I am a journalist, you should accept my interview, how can you not accept?

Are you looking down on me?

Perhaps at that time, all journalists had this mindset!

Why?

Because they were the kings without crowns.

At this moment, Lian Ping’s inner self achieved an unprecedented sublimation, and Qin Han never expected that his actions would create an uncompromising journalist for future generations.

That night, Qin Han and Song Yuwei were browsing their phones, only to discover an article on Weibo that seemed like an apology but was actually a confession.

The article was written by Lian Ping, detailing how he had written negative reports about Qin Han out of humiliation and anger and how he let time ferment it through connections.

First, he sincerely apologized to Qin Han and his family, then confessed that he had forgotten the oath of a news worker.

Even if he could no longer work in journalism, he wanted his experiences to serve as a warning to his peers and those about to enter the field: do not forget why you started, remember your mission.

After reading the article, Song Yuwei said softly, “It seems he truly realizes his mistakes.”

“Yes, you can tell from the lines that he has thought it through,” Qin Han said calmly, then sent a text to Zhong Yuanliang, telling him to remove Lian Ping’s name from the list of patients refused by the Qin Family Medical Hall.

“You’re forgiving him?” Song Yuwei asked with a smile.

Qin Han put down his phone and said calmly, “If he can confess, it shows that there’s still hope for this man.

He has given himself a chance, why shouldn’t I give him another?”

The next morning, when Lian Ping got up and went to his computer, he opened Weibo to find that his article from last night had been shared many times.

After sending out the article last night, Lian Ping felt a burden lift off his shoulders, and that long-missed sense of familiarity returned to him.

That night, he also slept especially well.

What he couldn’t believe even more was that his name had already disappeared from the list of patients not accepted by the Qin Family Medical Hall that was online.

Immediately, Lian Ping felt an indescribable joy overwhelming him.

In his mind, he pictured Qin Han’s calm face—this man was ultimately forgiving.

He never said an apology would suffice to remove the name from the list; from the beginning, he had no intention of ruthlessly cutting him off.

He acted like this only after seeing Lian Ping’s sincere contrition; Qin Han’s purpose was just to help him find himself.

However, others were not as lucky as Lian Ping, to put it precisely, they had not yet realized what they should do.

As Lian Ping’s name disappeared from the list, those remaining on the list began to imitate Lian Ping by posting apologetic letters on their own Weibo accounts.

However, their words seemed too insincere.

They mistook Lian Ping’s action as a solution to the problem, not realizing that it was Lian Ping’s confession and a sublimation of his soul.

It was precisely because Lian Ping recognized his own mistakes and remembered his initial intentions as a news journalist that he received Qin Han’s forgiveness.

Qin Han arrived at the medical clinic as usual and just as he reached it, he saw a long queue of patients already formed at the door, to whom he said, “Sorry, I’m late.”

“Not at all, we came early,” the patients replied with kind smiles on their faces.

By the time Qin Han walked into the clinic, bursts of voices came from the crowd.

“Look how nice Doctor Qin is.

We came early, yet he still apologizes to us.”

“Yes, those online trolls are really hateful.”

“This society really needs more good people like Doctor Qin.”

Qin Han was busy seeing patients all morning.

Today, there were even more patients than yesterday, and both Qin Han and Zhang Henian hardly had time even for a sip of water.

After all, the clinic space was limited.

It wasn’t possible for all patients to have seats, so to avoid having patients stand for too long, Qin Han and Zhang Henian naturally hurried in seeing them.

In the busy clinic, Qin Han indeed did not know that over a dozen medical experts had already arrived in Zhongzhou from the capital, and many doctors from abroad were also starting to handle visa procedures, preparing to come to Longguo, Zhongzhou.

Perhaps Qin Han would think it was just the cause of the styptic powder, but in fact, due to the timing, the news of Qin Han previously treating several complex diseases had also been leaked, further confirming his accomplishments in medical skills.

True doctors always progress through continuous learning.

When everyone had already reached the peak of their fields and could not advance further, suddenly, someone more capable appeared; it was only logical for them to arrange his involvement.

Though they hadn’t arranged for Qin Han yet, Sun Pinghui had already pre-emptively “abducted” Qin Han.

Qin Han, who had just finished his duties, hadn’t even had a chance to drink water when Sun Pinghui, who burst in turbulently, grabbed his arm and made to leave.

“What are you doing?

As the family head of a medical family, is it proper to drag people around?” Qin Han said with a frown.

Sun Pinghui, unconcerned about his image, replied cheerfully, “It’s good that I arrived in time.

Otherwise, if they had taken you first, my students wouldn’t know how long they’d have to wait.”

“Clarify!

Otherwise, I’ll have Yuan Liang throw you out!” Qin Han stopped and said irritably.

“Did you forget what you promised me?” Sun Pinghui said anxiously.

“What promise?” Qin Han looked at Sun Pinghui with a puzzled face.

Instantly infuriated, Sun Pinghui pointed at Qin Han and said, “Qin Han, you are a highly skilled doctor; you can’t go back on your word!

You promised me you’d give a lecture at the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine!”

“Oh, that.

Yes, I did promise that!” Qin Han said, suddenly enlightened.

“Then what are we waiting for?

Let’s go!” Sun Pinghui hurriedly said.

Qin Han pried Sun Pinghui’s hand off his own, frowning as he said, “Does it have to be so urgent?

It’s almost noon!”

“Kid Qin, the experts from the capital are already on their way to the clinic.

Do you want to meet with them or go give a lecture at the college?” Sun Pinghui said nonchalantly.

“Yalin, let’s go, right now!”

Since it was a lecture, naturally, he had to take Zhang Yalin with him.