Just when Lin Zifeng was about to apply the acupuncture, he was abruptly interrupted by this voice.

Looking sideways, he saw a tall, long-legged beauty walking in quickly:

"Mom, I have told you many times that Chinese medicine cannot be trusted. Why do you still invite Chinese medicine to your home?"

Zheng Bingrong walked in quickly, his eyes falling on Lin Zifeng, "Don't think about coming to our house to cheat. You are not welcome here. Please get out."

"Bingrong, what are you talking about? Shut up, don't be rude to Little Miracle Doctor Lin." Mrs. Zheng scolded Zheng Bingrong quickly.

But Zheng Bingrong didn't listen, and continued: "Mom, why do you still believe in Chinese medicine? None of the Chinese medicine doctors you invited said that Chinese medicine is slow to work, and it will get better if you wait a little longer."

"What's the result? When will Dad get better? After spending so much money, there is no reliable one."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zheng immediately shouted: "Daughter, what else can be done about your father's situation? Many Western doctors from Anjiang City have come, but they can't do anything."

Zheng Bingrong snorted coldly and said: "Western medicine at least has some basis to speak of, but what about Chinese medicine? The so-called observation, hearing, asking and understanding is just to deceive laymen."

Grandmaster Yaoyang couldn't stand listening anymore and said: "Girl, you can't say that. Your father's situation is really difficult. It is reasonable that traditional Chinese medicine is difficult to be effective. But my master said that it can be cured, so it can be cured."

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Zheng Bingrong glanced at Master Yaoyang and shouted: "Okay, it can be cured, but if it can't be cured, there will be no money at all."

Lin Zifeng raised his eyes, looked at Zheng Bingrong, and asked, "What if I cure your father?"

Seeing that Lin Zifeng was so young, Zheng Bingrong said directly: "If you can cure my dad, I will give you whatever money you want. Even if you want me to marry you, I will agree."

Lin Zifeng smiled noncommittally and said, "Then you just have to keep an eye on it."

The words fell,

Lin Zifeng turned around and his eyes fell on Director Zheng.

As soon as he raised his hand, Lin Zifeng pricked Director Zheng with silver needles one after another.

"Mrs. Zheng, please prepare a basin of water and put some white vinegar in the water."

While Lin Zifeng was administering the acupuncture, he was still giving instructions to Mrs. Zheng.

Mrs. Zheng immediately followed Lin Zifeng's instructions.

Zheng Bingrong watched Lin Zifeng perform acupuncture on her father. Although she didn't believe it on her face, she still had some expectations in her heart.

She doesn't believe in Chinese medicine because all the Chinese medicine doctors she came to before were ineffective and couldn't give any convincing test reports, which inevitably made her suspicious.

But every time someone sees a doctor for her father, she still looks forward to it, hoping that her father can recover.

If her father is still unable to recover, he may lose his job, but his life may be in danger.

Lin Zifeng paid no attention to Zheng Bingrong and continued to perform the acupuncture very seriously.

Grandmaster Yaoyang and Wang Shangqing both took it very seriously and wanted to learn more from Lin Zifeng.

However, after Wang Shangqing looked at Lin Zifeng's seven or eight silver needles, he was already sweating on his forehead, because his thinking had been unable to change, and it was difficult to understand why Lin Zifeng used acupuncture like this.

Compared to Wang Shangqing, Grandmaster Yaoyang's condition is much better.

This is the gap between the two in talent and basic medical skills.

After Lin Zifeng inserted the last silver needle, fine beads of sweat began to appear on Director Zheng's body.

These fine sweat beads are black, blue, or green. It is obvious that the sweat beads carry toxins.

Seeing this scene, Wang Shangqing was greatly surprised, "The moisture and toxins from the body were discharged at the same time. This is really incredible."

Grandmaster Yaoyang was also very surprised, "Master's medical skills are really unpredictable. In my whole life, it will be difficult for me to reach the height that Master is now." Just when Lin Zifeng was about to perform an acupuncture, he was suddenly interrupted by this voice.

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Looking sideways, he saw a tall, long-legged beauty walking in quickly:

"Mom, I have told you many times that Chinese medicine cannot be trusted. Why do you still invite Chinese medicine to your home?"

Zheng Bingrong walked in quickly, his eyes falling on Lin Zifeng, "Don't think about coming to our house to cheat. You are not welcome here. Please get out."

"Bingrong, what are you talking about? Shut up, don't be rude to Little Miracle Doctor Lin." Mrs. Zheng scolded Zheng Bingrong quickly.

But Zheng Bingrong didn't listen, and continued: "Mom, why do you still believe in Chinese medicine? None of the Chinese medicine doctors you invited said that Chinese medicine is slow to work, and it will get better if you wait a little longer."

"What's the result? When will Dad get better? After spending so much money, there is no reliable one." .??.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zheng immediately shouted: "Daughter, what else can be done about your father's situation? Many Western doctors from Anjiang City have come, but they can't do anything."

Zheng Bingrong snorted coldly and said: "Western medicine at least has some basis to speak of, but what about Chinese medicine? The so-called observation, hearing, asking and understanding is just to deceive laymen."

Grandmaster Yaoyang couldn't stand listening anymore and said: "Girl, you can't say that. Your father's situation is really difficult. It is reasonable that traditional Chinese medicine is difficult to be effective. But my master said that it can be cured, so it can be cured."

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Zheng Bingrong glanced at Master Yaoyang and shouted: "Okay, it can be cured, but if it can't be cured, there will be no money at all."

Lin Zifeng raised his eyes, looked at Zheng Bingrong, and asked, "What if I cure your father?"

Seeing that Lin Zifeng was so young, Zheng Bingrong said directly: "If you can cure my dad, I will give you whatever money you want. Even if you want me to marry you, I will agree."

Lin Zifeng smiled noncommittally and said, "Then you just have to keep an eye on it."

The words fell,

Lin Zifeng turned around and his eyes fell on Director Zheng.

As soon as he raised his hand, Lin Zifeng pricked Director Zheng with silver needles one after another.

"Mrs. Zheng, please prepare a basin of water and put some white vinegar in the water."

While Lin Zifeng was administering the acupuncture, he was still giving instructions to Mrs. Zheng.

Mrs. Zheng immediately followed Lin Zifeng's instructions.

Zheng Bingrong watched Lin Zifeng perform acupuncture on her father. Although she didn't believe it on her face, she still had some expectations in her heart.

She doesn't believe in Chinese medicine because all the Chinese medicine doctors she came to before were ineffective and couldn't give any convincing test reports, which inevitably made her suspicious.

But every time someone sees a doctor for her father, she still looks forward to it, hoping that her father can recover.

If her father is still unable to recover, he may lose his job, but his life may be in danger.

Lin Zifeng paid no attention to Zheng Bingrong and continued to perform the acupuncture very seriously.

Grandmaster Yaoyang and Wang Shangqing both took it very seriously and wanted to learn more from Lin Zifeng.

However, after Wang Shangqing looked at Lin Zifeng's seven or eight silver needles, he was already sweating on his forehead, because his thinking had been unable to change, and it was difficult to understand why Lin Zifeng used acupuncture like this.

Compared to Wang Shangqing, Grandmaster Yaoyang's condition is much better.

This is the gap between the two in talent and basic medical skills.

After Lin Zifeng inserted the last silver needle, fine beads of sweat began to appear on Director Zheng's body.

These fine sweat beads are black, blue, or green. It is obvious that the sweat beads carry toxins.

Seeing this scene, Wang Shangqing was greatly surprised, "The moisture and toxins from the body were discharged at the same time. This is really incredible."
Chapter completed!