Du Lin closed the notebook, and there was no need to recall the contents behind him. He had already completely remembered who Mr. He was the one He Zi who saved with a drop of "Immortal Blood" more than 70 years ago.

As early as the Tang Dynasty, Du Lin discovered that his blood was a "magic medicine" for humans. His first master, Sun Simiao, lived nearly 150 years old because he drank a mouthful of blood from Du Lin.

After that, Sun Simiao also tried to use Du Lin's blood to treat others, and found that the effect was surprisingly good.

Sun Simiao called Du Lin's blood "immortal blood", on the one hand, because this blood comes from Du Lin, a "ageless and immortal" person.

On the other hand, Sun Simiao believes that Dulin's blood contains a huge amount of "animity". In today's terms, it probably means "vitality". For healthy people, this blood can prolong life and avoid all diseases. For people who are sick or injured, it can eliminate the disease in a very short time or restore the wound quickly. As long as the patient has a breath, drop a drop of Dulin's blood in a bowl of water and feed it to the patient to drink, he will be able to escape from danger soon.

In addition, there is another special effect, that is, anyone who has drunk Dulin's blood will develop an inexplicable intimacy and trust in Dulin.

Those who were cured by Sun Simiao with Du Lin's blood always brought some dried fruits, fruits, fish, pheasants and hares from time to time, but they did not give everything to Du Lin to thank Sun Simiao.

Du Lin calls this unexpected effect "blood relatives". Anyone who has drunk Du Lin's blood will instantly become Du Lin's "kind".

Sun Simiao is an alien. Not only did he drink a lot, but he also drank undiluted pure blood. The effect of "blood relatives" is a bit too domineering. He directly treats himself as Du Lin's father. Guan Du Lin is the same as Guan's own son...

No wonder Mr. He trusts Du Lin very much since he first saw Du Lin and stands on Du Lin's side and speaks everywhere. It turns out that Mr. He drank a drop of Du Lin's pure blood more than 70 years ago and has long been Du Lin's little fan.

At nine o'clock the next morning, Passat driven by Long Sanding appeared downstairs at the Xuexi Clinic on time, and it was not bad for a minute.

Du Lin got into the car with a plastic bag, and Long Sanding asked:

"Doctor Du is not going to give it to

Will the chairman treat the disease?”

"Yes? What's wrong?"

"Then are you bringing such a little things?" Long Sanding pointed to the plastic bag, with the words "XX Road Vegetable Market" printed on it...

"These things are enough." Du Lin smiled mysteriously, leaned on the backrest, and stopped talking.

"Xiao Du is here," Mr. He slapped him, "Old Mo and I are talking about you, how about it? Can you cure Lao Mo today?"

Looking at Mr. He with a smile on his face, this old face gradually overlaps with the tender face of He Junzi in Du Lin's memory. More than seventy years have passed, and Mr. He should be in his nineties this year, but just looking at his spirit, he is better than Mr. Mo, who is 80 years old. He looks like he is only in his seventies. It is probably the drop of "immortal blood" that Du Lin fed him back then, which gave him vitality that far exceeds ordinary people.

Du Lin smiled and said, "Mr. He, don't worry, today I promise to give you a healthy Mr. Mo."

"Hmph, I'm young and have a pretty good tone." A disharmonious voice sounded, and Du Lin noticed that there were two more people under the grape trellis today, but he just sat in the shadow and didn't see it.

The person who spoke was a thin old man in his sixties and seventies. He wore a black yarn hat, had thin cheeks, and had round lenses on his hook nose. He wore a gray-white silk jacket, black silk cloth wide-leg pants, and white socks and black cloth shoes. This look reminded Du Lin of the two blind killers who used the Guzheng to kill people in the movie "Kung Fu".

Thinking of the two killers in the movie being handed over by the landlord, Du Lin couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that this thin old man was not blind. Seeing Du Lin laughing, he thought he was laughing at him, and felt that he was being despised.

"Since Mr. Mo has invited young talent to see a doctor, I won't disturb you. Mr. Mo, please send me back."

"Mr. Hong, don't worry, please sit first. I finally invited you, so how could I just leave like that?"

A young man in his twenties, wearing a casual suit on the upper body but wearing a pair of big shorts on the lower body quickly pressed the thin old man back to his seat, and glanced at Du Lin with contempt.

"Grandpa, this Mr. Hong is a famous miracle doctor in Zhonghu City, nearby

In several cities, even in other provinces, many people couldn’t invite them. If it weren’t for my brother Wen Yuan’s face, I wouldn’t know how long it would take to queue to invite Mr. Hong.”

"You little brat, you went out to cheat under the banner of Wen Yuan." When Mr. Mo heard his grandson's words, he was so angry that he didn't even make a fuss.

"Forget it, forget it," Mr. He quickly persuaded his old friend, "He didn't go out to do anything bad in the name of Wenyuan, but you guys are good," Mr. He said to the young man: "If you pull the tiger's skin and break the law and discipline in the name of your brother Wenyuan, Grandpa He will not forgive you."

The young man nodded repeatedly, and Mr. He continued:

"This Dr. Du is a doctor I personally invited by your Grandpa He. I came here once yesterday. I went back and prepared to treat your grandpa. I came here today. I came first and then. Should I let Dr. Du see the doctor first?"

Although Mr. He's tone was very gentle, the meaning revealed was not to discuss something with your grandchild, but to "I have to ask Dr. Du, I'm looking for, to treat my grandfather first."

"Hmph, it takes preparation to treat this minor illness. It's obvious that the level is not very good. Let him treat it first. If it doesn't cure it, I will take action." The thin old man named Hong choked again.

"This guy is very confident in himself," Mr. He is Du Lin's little fan. Of course, he won't let someone squeeze Du Lin like this. "What do you mean is that I, He Cangshan, have misunderstood?"

"That's..." What else did this crazy old man Hong say, but the young man next to him grabbed his arm and whispered to Old He's identity in his ear. His face changed immediately, and he said with a smile:

"Of course Mr. He will not read it wrong. I just saw that this doctor is indeed a little younger, and I am afraid that he will not have enough experience."

Knowing that Mr. He is the chairman of the famous Shanhe Industrial, Mr. Hong immediately became timid.

"Xiao Du, please give Lao Mozhi first and let the doctor Lilun finds to line up in the back."

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