A simple and simple post was placed on the desk, which read, "Now tomorrow, please go to Xiaoyao Tower to talk to you. I am here to wait." The signature is Qin Sanye.

The calligraphy of the brush is strong and elegant. In just a few words, it is faintly domineering and awe-inspiring.

The post was sent by a mysterious man, and he left at the front desk of the company.

Lin Yang's face was cold. It seemed that the dispute with Qi Shantai finally alarmed Mr. Qin San. This king of the Underground World in Yunhai is extremely powerful and should not be underestimated. It may be difficult to deal with.

So what? Even if it is a dragon's and tiger's den, I will still have to make a breakthrough. It depends on how you can do to me!

A Bentley-Continental Sports Car came to Ailing Building and picked up Lin Yang. The one who drove was An Yerong, the owner of Lanyun Club, and a young woman with classical beauty.

An Yerong didn't wear a cheongsam today. Her rosy skirt wrapped around her concave and convex body. Under the irregular skirt, she showed her long white legs as white as jade. It was completely the kind that was circulated online that was not enough to play for a year, and it was eye-catching.

"I'm sorry, I have to ask you to diagnose my niece. She is born with cerebral palsy and cannot take care of herself. It's so heartbreaking to look at it!"

An Yerong's eyes were filled with sadness. As an aunt, I felt very sorry for the child.

"I'll try to try it. We don't have to be polite. What about you, what do you think recently?" Lin Yang asked with great concern.

"It's much better, I have to thank you for curing my illness."

"Oh, but the treatment is not over yet. You need to consolidate it with acupuncture before you can completely heal. Will your heart or mouth still have a slight pain in the morning? It doesn't last very long?"

"You are such a miracle doctor!" An Yerong was extremely impressed, because she was completely convinced by Lin Yang. She asked hurriedly, "When will you treat me?"

"Just today, I'll give your niece a medical treatment."

An old-fashioned villa in the suburbs was built against the mountain. Several luxury cars had been parked near the gate. This was An Yerong's home. The sports car came close to her and stopped. She led Lin Yang into the building.

The atmosphere in the hall on the first floor was solemn. Everyone surrounded a beautiful girl of fourteen or fifteen years old. She was very nervous. She looked at the famous old Chinese doctor in front of her and took the little girl's pulse, silent.

This is An Yerong's niece, nickname Jiaojiao. Those who are watching next to her are grandparents, father Yang Chengjian, mother An Baifeng, and uncle An Hongye, who are guarding the pearl in their palms.

An Hongye is a middle-aged man with a good appearance. In order to treat his niece, he specially invited the most famous master of traditional Chinese medicine from the capital to bring a glimmer of hope to the whole family.

Jiaojiao is very beautiful, with snow-white skin like a porcelain doll. But as a cerebral palsy patient, her body trembled and she could only make vague whimpering sounds since she was a child, which became a pain for the whole family.

Seeing this scene, An Yerong and Lin Yang did not make any sound, and they watched silently.

Mr. Qi moved his hand back, pondered for a moment, but finally shook his head and said helplessly: "The child's disease lasts too long, and it is basically very slim to improve. Unless a miracle happens, the status quo will be maintained."

Although everyone was mentally prepared and knew that Jiaojiao's disease could not be cured, I felt very uncomfortable when I heard the Chinese medicine authorities say this, which means that Jiaojiao's life was spent like this.

An Hongye sighed: "Thank you for your hard work and you're old, we all know that Jiaojiao's disease is difficult to cure. We have to thank you for coming here to diagnose the child in person. Thank you."

Mr. Qi said, "You don't have to be polite, I didn't help me."

At this time, An Yerong said, "Why let my friend try it. He is also a Chinese medicine doctor." Everyone turned around and found that she was standing behind with a young man. Yang Chengjian frowned, thinking that Lin Yang was coming for the project, and said in a deep voice: "What are you here to do? I won't talk about official business today." After all, he is a big man with a serious face,

He was quite impatient in his tone.

A look of displeasure flashed across his eyes, and Lin Yang said calmly: "I came to see the child by Sister Rong, not for you." Even though he knew that Yang Chengjian's status was great, he had no intention of pleasing.

"Take a doctor?" Yang Chengjian became more and more confused, looked at his sister-in-law and asked seriously, "What's going on?"

"I invited this Lin to treat Jiaojiao. He has great medical skills and may have a solution." An Yerong said.

As Jiaojiao's mother, An Baifeng looked dignified and beautiful. She looked at Lin Yang and said worriedly: "But, can he be so young?"

Mr. Qi's face darkened even more, feeling that he had been insulted, and snorted at Lin Yang: "Do you have the qualifications to practice medicine? Whose disciples dare to treat others?"

"I have my ancestral medical skills, and there is nothing else to tell me."

Lin Yang responded in a deep voice, ready to leave. Since he was questioned, he could not diagnose and treat the little girl so as not to be misunderstood and have bad intentions.

An Hongye was not optimistic about the boy and scolded him: "I don't know if the world is high. Do you know who this old Chinese doctor is? The most famous authoritative in China cannot be cured by Mr. Qi. Are you more capable than him?"

As the head of the family, Mr. An was already angry because of his granddaughter, and at this moment he was even more furious and said angrily: "Nothing is like playing the piano randomly. Where did the young boy come from? Can he afford to cure Jiaojiao?"

Lin Yang kept looking at Jiaojiao, his fingers moved slightly, and a stream of air rushed over quietly, attached to the girl's wrist, and conducted remote diagnosis, and he had already understood the condition.

He raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "If it weren't for Sister Rong's face, I wouldn't have appeared here. I don't have to be angry with you. Let me tell you that this child may be better, so I'll say goodbye."

Seeing Lin Yang turn and leave, An Yerong hurriedly screamed, "Wait a minute," quickly grabbed the other party's arm and begged hard: "Don't be as knowledgeable as them. Please, give my niece a diagnosis."

Everyone here looked at him in surprise, not understanding what kind of ability this young man was. As for An Yerong put down her figure and begging, she couldn't understand it.

An Baifeng knew that her sister had always been arrogant and there must be a reason for this, so she changed her opinion and said, "Doctor, I was so embarrassed to offend me just now, so I'm so embarrassed, so I'll let you show my daughter."

Since that's the case, Lin Yang nodded, "Okay, I'll try it. This child needs acupuncture treatment. If you trust me, you can treat it. At least your condition will be better than you are now."

An Baifeng was unsure after all. She looked at her sister and saw An Yerong nodding hard. She seemed to see a glimmer of hope, "Okay, I'm here for you. If there is any effect, I will thank you very much."

Mr. Qi thought the boy was childish and ridiculed with a dark face, "If acupuncture can cure the child, will it still be necessary for you? Isn't it? I simply don't take the patient seriously." Everyone was shocked, right? If it is really feasible, it can still be used for others. Mr. Qi's silver needle treatment is awesome. Do you believe this kid?
Chapter completed!