"Is Chinese medicine really that powerful? Can you see so many things just by looking at the essence of one word?"

He Bingyan took a deep breath. She now believed in Lin Zifeng's ability, but she still felt it was a bit unrealistic.

In her eyes, Chinese medicine cannot be put on the stage at all. The so-called prescribing medicine to treat diseases, checking the pulse and so on are just dead knowledge left by the ancients.

It may be okay to treat some common diseases, but once you encounter a troublesome disease, you still need Western medical equipment, chemotherapy or surgery.

But after listening to Lin Zifeng's words here today, He Bingyan felt that his three views had been subverted.

"The word "hope" is already profound and profound. I am quite accomplished in Chinese medicine, but just the word "hope" is not yet complete."

Lin Zifeng smiled lightly and said, "I just said that your grandfather can be cured today. Do you believe it now?"

He Bingyan nodded heavily and said: "I believe it now. Just now, I was sitting in a well looking at the sky. I was short-sighted and made many mistakes. I hope Mr. Lin will not forget the villain's fault and treat my grandfather's illness."

Lin Zifeng smiled calmly, "Miss He is joking. Mr. He has offered a high price of 20 million for medical treatment. There is no reason for me to refuse."

"Hahaha, okay, let's eat. After eating, I'll ask Mr. Lin to revive himself." Mo Tianxiong said with a smile.

Lin Zifeng and the others were eating happily together. He Bingyan glanced at Lin Zifeng, hesitated for a moment, and walked over on his own initiative.

"Mr. Lin, can you add a contact information? If you don't understand it in the future, I hope Mr. Lin will give you some advice."

"Okay." Lin Zifeng nodded and gave He Bingyan her phone number.

After the meal, Mo Tianxiong took Lin Zifeng and others to a quiet private room.

Lin Zifeng asked Mr. He to lie down. After Mr. He lay down, Lin Zifeng said, "Mr. He must have been sick for twenty years!"

"Yes, twenty years and three months."

Lin Zifeng nodded lightly. He Lao's disease was indeed strange. Judging from Lin Zifeng's double-eyed eyes, he had muscle atrophy and rigidity.

It is not a pity that the elderly have muscle atrophy, but Mr. He's muscles are not only atrophic, but also rigid.

Lin Zifeng tapped Mr. He's arm lightly with his fingers, and the muscles in his arm were already stiff.

However, Mr. He has strong inner strength and is able to move freely without seeing any problems.

"Mr. He is very talented in martial arts. If he hadn't contracted this strange disease, it would not be impossible to become a prefecture-level warrior."

Lin Zifeng sighed, Mr. He's martial arts level was almost the same as Mo Tianxiong's.

If it weren't for this strange disease in his body, it would have been possible to reach the prefecture level in the past twenty years.

"Master Lin is joking." Mr. He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Lin Zifeng was noncommittal, and his right hand began to gradually turn red, like a red-hot iron block.

Lin Zifeng's red right hand pointed at Mr. He.

Mr. He's muscles have been stiff for many years. To relieve the pain, he must use red flame hands to open up the meridians, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and allow the stiff muscles to recover.

Lin Zifeng's finger pointing speed became faster and faster, and Mr. He felt that his stiff muscles were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After only half an hour, Mr. He's stiff muscles had all recovered.

Mr. He sat up, feeling his recovered body, with an uncontrollable surprise on his face.

"Master Lin's medical skills are truly unparalleled in ancient and modern times. My stiffened muscles have all recovered."

Mr. He has been suffering from muscle stiffness for twenty years, and he has recovered today.

He Bingyan took two steps in disbelief and came to Mr. He to check his body.

In the end, she was shocked to find that her grandfather's stiff muscles had actually recovered. "Is Chinese medicine really so powerful? Can you see so many things just by looking at the essence of one word?"

He Bingyan took a deep breath. She now believed in Lin Zifeng's ability, but she still felt it was a bit unrealistic.

In her eyes, Chinese medicine cannot be put on the stage at all. The so-called prescribing medicine to treat diseases, checking the pulse and so on are just dead knowledge left by the ancients.

It may be okay to treat some common diseases, but once you encounter a troublesome disease, you still need Western medical equipment, chemotherapy or surgery.

But after listening to Lin Zifeng's words here today, He Bingyan felt that his three views had been subverted.

"The word "hope" is already profound and profound. I am quite accomplished in Chinese medicine, but just the word "hope" is not yet complete."

Lin Zifeng smiled lightly and said, "I just said that your grandfather can be cured today. Do you believe it now?"

He Bingyan nodded heavily and said: "I believe it now. Just now, I was sitting in a well looking at the sky. I was short-sighted and made many mistakes. I hope Mr. Lin will not forget the villain's fault and treat my grandfather's illness."

Lin Zifeng smiled calmly, "Miss He is joking. Mr. He has offered a high price of 20 million for medical treatment. There is no reason for me to refuse."

"Hahaha, okay, let's eat. After eating, I'll ask Mr. Lin to revive himself." Mo Tianxiong said with a smile.

Lin Zifeng and the others were eating happily together. He Bingyan glanced at Lin Zifeng, hesitated for a moment, and walked over on his own initiative.

"Mr. Lin, can you add a contact information? If you don't understand it in the future, I hope Mr. Lin will give you some advice."

"Okay." Lin Zifeng nodded and gave He Bingyan her phone number.

After the meal, Mo Tianxiong took Lin Zifeng and others to a quiet private room.

Lin Zifeng asked Mr. He to lie down. After Mr. He lay down, Lin Zifeng said, "Mr. He must have been sick for twenty years!"

"Yes, twenty years and three months."

Lin Zifeng nodded lightly. He Lao's disease was indeed strange. Judging from Lin Zifeng's double-eyed eyes, he had muscle atrophy and rigidity.

It is not a pity that the elderly have muscle atrophy, but Mr. He's muscles are not only atrophic, but also rigid.

Lin Zifeng tapped Mr. He's arm lightly with his fingers, and the muscles in his arm were already stiff.

However, Mr. He has strong inner strength and is able to move freely without seeing any problems.

"Mr. He is very talented in martial arts. If he hadn't contracted this strange disease, it would not be impossible to become a prefecture-level warrior."

Lin Zifeng sighed, Mr. He's martial arts level was almost the same as Mo Tianxiong's.

If it weren't for this strange disease in his body, it would have been possible to reach the prefecture level in the past twenty years.

"Master Lin is joking." Mr. He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Lin Zifeng was noncommittal, and his right hand began to gradually turn red, like a red-hot iron block.

Lin Zifeng's red right hand pointed at Mr. He.

Mr. He's muscles have been stiff for many years. To relieve the pain, he must use red flame hands to open up the meridians, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and allow the stiff muscles to recover.

Lin Zifeng's finger pointing speed became faster and faster, and Mr. He felt that his stiff muscles were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After only half an hour, Mr. He's stiff muscles had all recovered.

Mr. He sat up, feeling his recovered body, with an uncontrollable surprise on his face.

"Master Lin's medical skills are truly unparalleled in ancient and modern times. My stiffened muscles have all recovered."

Mr. He has been suffering from muscle stiffness for twenty years, and he has recovered today.

He Bingyan took two steps in disbelief and came to Mr. He to check his body.
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