Dean Shen's expression changes with the contents of the novel manuscript, sometimes nervous, sometimes laughing, sometimes thinking, sometimes angry...

He was completely immersed in the book, as if he was actually there.

Half an hour later, Dean Shen shouted excitedly: "It's so beautiful, what about the rest? What's the plot behind it?"

Dean Shen was completely fascinated.

"I haven't had time to write the rest of the story yet."

"Then write quickly..." After saying this, Dean Shen closed his mouth. Writing a book is not printing. You can say as much as you want. It takes effort, time and energy. He smiled awkwardly. Laughing, he said, "Classmate Lin, you really opened my eyes. I didn't expect that your writing was so good, and your style is very close to Half-Sword Feud. Especially the heroine's psychological changes and demeanor are all vividly drawn. When you said you would write it to me before, I thought it was a joke, but I didn’t expect you to actually write it, thank you."

"Dean Shen, as long as you like to watch it." Lin Bufan thought to himself: The efforts of these three days have finally been in vain.

"Well..." Dean Shen paused and said, "When can we watch the following plot?"

It's like this when reading books and watching TV series. Once your appetite is whetted, you want to see the end immediately.

"In three days, I will write out the following plot for you to read."

"Okay, okay...Classmate Lin, from now on you can call me Uncle Shen, don't call me Dean or Dean, I'm unfamiliar." Dean Shen said with a smile.

"Okay Uncle Shen, then don't call me classmate Lin. Just call me Xiao Lin."

"Okay." After Dean Shen finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sense of loss and shame on his face, "Ever since I became the dean, people have given me gifts and money, but I haven't received a penny. I don't know how many points I have received today. I feel like I accepted your 'bribery' and deserved it."

Without a kidney source, there is no way to perform a transplant operation.

"Uncle Shen, don't say that. I know you have tried your best."

"Xiao Lin, I will mobilize all my connections to help your mother find a kidney source, and I will never give up." Dean Shen said firmly.

"Thank you." Lin Bufan felt warm in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

This week, Lin Bufan also took the final exam for the first semester of his sophomore year of high school. Lin Bufan did not give his best and kept his score at an average level.

With Lin Bufan's ability as a gold medal lecturer in his previous life, he can be ranked first in the school or even the city.

But he has his own thoughts.

First of all, the most important thing now is to save the mother.

Secondly, once he gets outstanding results, many schools will come to poach him.

The school first looks at the admission rate, and secondly looks at how many people can get into first-class universities, such as prestigious schools such as 985 and 211.

Over the years, many high school sophomores have transferred to other high schools. If one of these good prospects can get the top score in the college entrance examination, then the school will set off firecrackers, make noise with gongs and drums, and some small schools will broadcast a good news on the TV station.

In this way, the school's reputation has increased. After all, not every school can produce top students.

The sophomore year of high school is a watershed, and even some talented sophomores can apply to Yanjing University and Yanxia University. These two universities are the highest universities in Yanxia.

Lin Bufan didn't have time to deal with these things.

After all, he has a soul and an adult, and knows what is most important in life. Reading is just a ladder to success, and he does not need this ladder. In addition, success in life cannot be achieved by reading good books.

While Lin Bufan was writing the book, things on Xu Da's side were also going very smoothly. There was news that a new funeral parlor was going to be built, and the geographical environment of Guishan seemed really suitable at first glance, so he became Xu Da's younger brother.

When we spread the word that Guishan was going to build a funeral parlor, many people believed it.

Some bold people said that building a funeral parlor would be a good thing, as it would bring paper sellers nearby.

But later they learned that urns, wreaths, and paper figurines all required special licenses.

The license will not be released until many years later.

Within a week, 50 houses were purchased, but the largest piece of grassland in Guishan was still not negotiated. Lin Bufan asked Xu Da to hurry up and the price could be raised.

Dean's Office.

After reading the manuscript of the novel, Dean Shen Jianqing was very impressed, "It's so well written, so good. The solution is perfect. The male protagonist finally came together with the female protagonist after all the hardships. Xiao Lin, you are really a genius."

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"Uncle Shen, I am a book lover, and I continued to write the second half despite the public disapproval. Fortunately, you like to read it, that's good."

At that time, the new martial arts novels were basically hundreds of thousands of words. The famous Jin Daxia wrote more than a dozen best-selling novels in his life, which totaled more than 8 million words. Unlike today's online novels, which can write tens of millions of words.

You can even pass it on to your descendants to continue writing.

"Legend of Nine Swords" only has 600,000 words in total, and Lin Bufan continued to write about 300,000 words.

Lin Bufan wrote 300,000 words in 10 days, which made Lin Bufan exhausted.

"Alas!" Shen Jianqing suddenly felt disappointed.

"What's wrong with Uncle Shen? Is there something wrong with my writing?" Lin Bufan asked nervously.

"No, you wrote very well."

"Then why do you sigh?"

"After reading such a good novel, I won't have to read it again."

"There should be many novels like this in the world, right?"

"Those are bad books. I didn't want to continue reading after reading just one chapter."

Lin Bufan's mind was racing and he said after a while: "Uncle Shen, have you ever read any books about tomb robbing?"

"Tomb robbing?" Shen Jianqing raised his eyebrows and shook his head, "I haven't read any books on tomb robbing. Are there any such books on the market?"

Lin Bufan smiled slightly and said: "There are four factions of tomb robbers: Captain Mo Jin, Commander Faqiu, Taoist Moving Mountain, and Warrior Xiling..."

Shen Jianqing suddenly became interested and sat upright like a student to listen to Lin Bufan's words.

Lin Bufan is very familiar with "Ghost Blowing the Lamp". The previous "Ghost Blowing Lamp" series of novels unfortunately became popular on the entire Internet.

"Be sure to look at the mountain. Each layer of entanglement is a layer of barrier. If there are thousands of locks on the door, there must be a prince living here. As the saying goes..." Lin Bufan began to talk about the chapter "The Ancient City" in the "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" series.

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The story is eloquent and exciting.

Time passed slowly, and after listening to the whole story, Shen Jianqing was already obsessed with the novel "Ghost Blowing the Lantern".

"Xiao Lin, it's so exciting and novel. It turns out that there is so much knowledge in tomb robbing, it's really shocking." Shen Jianqing clicked his tongue and exclaimed.

"Uncle Shen, as long as you like it."

"Ah, I didn't know it was already here, Xiao Lin, do you have time in the evening?" Shen Jianqing asked.

Lin Bufan hurriedly said he had time.

"Okay, I'll write you an address, come to my house in the evening, and continue telling me the story about ghosts blowing out lanterns, okay?"

"Yes, that's great." Lin Bufan was excited. Being able to go to Dean Shen's home meant that he no longer regarded himself as an outsider.

That night, Lin Bufan went to Shen Jianqing's home according to the address given by him.

Shen Jianqing's home was in the unit community on Banshan Road. Most of the people living here were hospital employees. Lin Bufan walked to the door of Shen Jianqing's house, sorted out his clothes, and went through the plan in his mind.

He planned to lecture on "Kunlun Shrine" in the "Ghost Blowing Lamp" series that night. After finishing speaking, while Shen Jianqing was happy, he took down the report of medical treatment abroad.

After calming down my thoughts, I knocked on the door.

"Xiao Lin, you're here, come in quickly." Shen Jianqing welcomed Lin Bufan in politely.

This is a house with three bedrooms and one living room. The furniture is old and the color TV is still a 19-inch 90 model. I scanned around but didn't see anything valuable.

Shen Jianqing is really incorruptible, and it doesn't look like he is the director of a provincial hospital.

"Uncle Shen, are you the only one?" Lin Bufan asked.

"My wife passed away 10 years ago, and my daughter is in college."

"oh!"

Shen Jianqing asked Lin Bufan to go to the study, made a pot of Pu'er, and Lin Bufan began to talk about "Kunlun Temple".

Lin Bufan's story was vivid and lively, with excitement and climax, and the suspense was building up one after another.

Shen Jianqing listened with great interest, clapped his hands and exclaimed from time to time, holding his breath and concentrating when he heard the horror, just like a child.

Three hours passed in a blink of an eye. Shen Jianqing was still not finished and said, "How about sleeping here tonight, in the study or in my room?"

"Okay!" Lin Bufan nodded in agreement.

After taking a sip of Pu'er, Lin Bufan started to get down to business: "Uncle Shen, after all these days, what do you think of me?"

"You are filial, smart, literary and talented."

"Then which one do you think is more important, filial piety, intelligence, or literary talent?"

"Of course it is filial piety. Filial piety comes first among all virtues. If a person is not filial to his parents, then he is not a human being."

"Uncle Shen, I feel the same way. To be honest, a distant relative of my family is in the United States. A few days ago, he said that he was friends with a vice president of St. Louis Hospital, and he could send my mother there for treatment, and he was willing to treat me.

After issuing a diagnosis report for going abroad, he said that we also need to issue a diagnosis report for going abroad, so that we can go to St. Louis Hospital for treatment. I asked Dr. Sun, and he said that this is not against the rules, but there is no precedent, Uncle Shen, Chen Xiang

You must have heard these stories about splitting a mountain to save his mother, Monk Mulian sacrificing his life to save his mother, I want to save my mother, please help me, please."

After saying this, Lin Bufan knelt down to Shen Jianqing.

Shen Jianqing hurriedly picked up Lin Bufan. He was in a dilemma. Although there was no clear rule that private hospitals could not issue overseas diagnostic certificates, there was a common convention that they could only issue overseas diagnostic certificates to American public hospitals that had medical contacts.

Breaking the precedent, if something goes wrong, a lifetime of fame will be ruined.

"Uncle Shen, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Have mercy on my mother. I still want to be filial to her after work." Lin Bufan burst into tears and begged.

Shen Jianqing frowned, feeling conflicted.

At this time, the door to the outhouse opened and someone came into the living room.
Chapter completed!