On the first day of the Entrepreneurs Summit, no one knew how the meeting was held, but Ningshenxiang became popular in the circle of entrepreneurs who came to the meeting this time.

It’s okay at noon, but there are not many people taking lunch breaks. Many people gather together to chat. The meeting is more formal, and some are not indirect. Private communication is actually the key.

In fact, the final result of many formal meetings is to discuss and make good decisions in private, and end up going through a formality at the meeting. Any serious matter is not actually completed on the serious conference table.

"It's getting late, Dr. Kong, you can go and rest too. I won't have to be here tonight."

Mr. Qiao had a good rest last night, but he was not sleepy yet, but Kong Xiwen and his assistant were both sleepy. Kong Xiwen didn’t sleep well last night.

"Mr. Qiao, then I'll go and rest first. If you have any questions, please call me." Kong Xiwen said.

"Um."

Mr. Qiao nodded.

After Kong Xiwen and his assistant left, Mr. Qiao entered the bedroom. When he walked into the bedroom, he was actually a little nervous.

The jet lag is not so easy to adjust. It does not mean that I don’t sleep continuously until the night, and then sleep well, and then go backwards. I don’t sleep continuously and rest for one night. I may have a better sleep, but after one night, it will be more difficult to fall asleep the next night. This is the inertia formed by the human biological clock. The formation of inertia takes time, and adjustment naturally takes time.

I slept well last night, and Mr. Qiao was actually worried about whether he could fall asleep tonight.

After changing his pajamas, Mr. Qiao sat down on the bed. After about three minutes, the faint fragrance in the room made Mr. Qiao's heart-wrenching and worrying mood disappear.

Mr. Qiao felt calm. Although he was still not sleepy, he no longer had the anxiety he had just now. He couldn't sleep every night, and Mr. Qiao was a little scared.

Lying on the bed, Mr. Qiao stared at the ceiling, feeling calm and fell asleep unknowingly.

In the next room, Kong Xiwen was also lying on the bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

Mr. Qiao had been to New York before and stayed for more than 20 days. Kong Xiwen also followed him. Mr. Qiao needed to make the time difference, and Kong Xiwen was the same. However, as Mr. Qiao's personal doctor, Kong Xiwen first had to consider Mr. Qiao, not himself.

It was not until one or two o'clock in the morning that Kong Xiwen fell asleep in a daze, and he was always dreaming that he was woken up by the alarm clock at less than seven o'clock in the morning.

When we arrived next door, Mr. Qiao had woken up and Jonni was there too.

"Mr. Qiao, Miss Qiao."

Kong Xiwen greeted politely.

"Doctor Kong is here?"

Mr. Qiao was in a good mood and nodded with a smile, then saw Kong Xiwen's tired face: "Doctor Kong didn't sleep well last night?"

"Well, I read a little, and I slept late."

Kong Xiwen hurriedly explained, and asked with concern: "Mr. Qiao, did you sleep well last night?"

“I slept well.”

Mr. Qiao smiled and said, "This concentrated fragrance is very effective, it would be even better if you could take some back when you leave."

"Babe!"

Jonni hurriedly said, "Then I'll go find Oppa later and ask for some for you."

"No need, I'll just look for Yang Hall."

Mr. Qiao was afraid that his daughter would fall too deeply, so he reminded: "Enni, Dr. Fang already has a wife, and the child is about to be born. Don't you have any thoughts on Dr. Fang.

"Babe, I don't have it."

Jonni hurriedly said, "I just want to make friends with Oppa. I want to come to China to have a chance in the future."

"You should pay attention to your own qualities."

Mr. Qiao reminded.

As he said that, Mr. Qiao looked at Kong Xiwen again: "Doctor Kong, your room is not incense? I heard that every room in the hotel was delivered."

"I forgot to use it, I forgot to use it."

Kong Xiwen was quite embarrassed and wondered why Mr. Qiao slept well last night? If he didn't sleep well, he would be fine. Now he dared not say that he didn't want it anymore.

It is obvious that the Ningshenxiang is effective. If Mr. Qiao knew that he didn't want it and the waiter took the Ningshenxiang back, Mr. Qiao would definitely think he was jealous of the virtuous and capable.

"It's better to use it tomorrow night. The effect is good. Even if you sleep for a short time, your sleep quality will be quite guaranteed." Mr. Qiao said with a smile.

"Yeah, I get it."

Kong Xiwen nodded and thought to himself that he must ask the waiter for one after he waited, otherwise Mr. Qiao would not know.

As he spoke, Mr. Qiao and his group left the room and went to the restaurant for dinner.

This morning, more people talked about the fragrance of concentration.

Last night, everyone had a calm fragrance. Except for Kong Xiwen, everyone slept well and was full of energy when they woke up this morning.

Murakami Ishiro also slept well last night. After sleeping, he had the first good night after coming to China.

Feeling the effect of Concentrated Scent, Murakami Ishiro also covets Concentrated Scent.

As a surgeon, Ishiro Murakami needs to maintain a good mental state. Although the number of surgeries in R countries is not as large as that in China, as the chief of the brain surgery department of Chiba Hospital, there are many powerful people who have to deal with. Sometimes they don’t have much rest time when they are busy. If they have a calming fragrance, they can sleep better.

While eating, he thought about the incense of the mind. Since meeting Fang Han the afternoon before yesterday, Ishiro Murakami never saw Fang Han's shadow again, and he was in a very good mood.

The buffet restaurant here is specially prepared for entrepreneurs and relevant personnel attending the meeting. The doctors are not here for dinner, and if there is no situation, the doctors will not run around, so Ishiro Murakami never saw Fang Han again.

Next to Murakami Ishiro, a boss who asked Murakami Ishiro to come was also inquiring about Ningshenxiang with someone.

"Mr. Kuta also wants to concentrate on the incense?" a boss next to him asked with a smile.

"Yes, this concentrated fragrance has a very good effect, and I have always had a bad sleep."

Mr. Kuda nodded. He actually had other ideas. He wanted not only the Concentric Incense, but also the formula. This thing is so good. If he could get the formula, it might be a business opportunity.

"I heard from Mr. Xiao that this Ningshenxiang seemed to be made by a doctor named Fang Han of the Jiang Intermediate People's Court himself." The boss next to him said.

"Fang Han?"

When Murakami Ishiro heard this name, his face turned bad in an instant. The chopsticks and forks in his hand almost fell off. He hated hearing this name.

"Murakami, you are also a doctor. Have you ever heard of this doctor Fang Hanfang?" Mr. Kuta asked Ishiro Murakami.

"No, I am a brain surgeon, and it is my first time to come to China. I am not familiar with it." Murakami Ishiro shook his head quickly.

He doesn't know him, he definitely doesn't know him, and he doesn't know him.

"Dr. Fang!"

Because Yang Jinxiong wanted to give all the rooms a concentric incense, Fang Han, Ruan Yunfei and others had to do it every day. They didn't do enough that afternoon, and it was nothing anyway. The medical team knew that the formula was in Fang Han's room, and Fang Han told Zhu Yunliang in the lounge.

After dinner, Fang Han, Ruan Yunfei and others were making a concentrated incense, and Zhu Yunliang came in.

"Director Zhu has something to do?"

Fang Han asked while busy.

"Doctor Fang, an entrepreneur's wife is sick."

Zhu Yunliang walked to Fang Han and walked upstairs.

"What's the situation?" Fang Han asked.

"It's not a big problem, it's just an ordinary cold." Zhu Yunliang said.

"Then send an internal medicine expert to take a look."

Fang Han heard that he had a cold, but he didn't care. It is normal to have an ordinary cold and fever. So many people will always have minor illnesses and disasters.

If you just have a cold or a fever, Fang Han doesn't plan to see it in person.

"I've arranged someone to see it, but it's a bit troublesome."

Zhu Yunliang leaned into Fang Han's ear and whispered: "The one who is sick is the wife of a boss from Pakistan (hereinafter referred to as Pakistani Country). You also know the situation there. Our doctors are not easy to contact patients."

Fang Han nodded. He knew something about the situation there. Pakistan is also known as the "Halal Country". There are multiple racial countries there. Some have special customs. Women are covered with veils and strange men are not allowed to touch them.

Doctors must have to examine the patient when they see a doctor, even if they are Western medicine, especially if they have a cold, in addition to testing, they also need to look at the patient's condition so that the medicine can be used.

"Don't you have a female doctor?" Fang Han asked.

"Yes, I arranged for the female doctor to go there and took the medicine once in the morning, but the effect was not obvious."

Zhu Yunliang said: "Doctor Fang, you also know that even if you take medicine, it depends on the situation. Some people will improve on the same day, and some people may take a few days."

"Um."

Fang Han nodded: "Let me keep an eye on it, tell me what's going on."

"knew."

Zhu Yunliang came here not to ask Fang Han to come over to treat the patient, but just came to talk about this situation. After all, Fang Han was the team leader designated by Yang Jinxiong, so Fang Han needs to understand this kind of thing.

Originally, Zhu Yunliang could just call this kind of thing. Wasn’t he going to get close to Fang Han?

"Doctor Fang is making Shenxiang?"

Zhu Yunliang asked as he looked at the busy people.

"Yes, I'm busy for a day today, and tomorrow is enough."

Fang Han nodded.

"Then I won't bother you anymore. Let's go there first. I'll call you if you have any."
To be continued...