The young woman returned to her father's bedside. Her father frowned, still not believing in evil, and said, "Xiaoling, what's wrong with you?"
The young woman opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out, as if she was watching TV with the mute button on.
"Speak, why did you leave your vocal cords at home?"
The thin middle-aged man listened for a long time, didn't know what his daughter was talking about, and yelled.
The young woman had no choice but to take out her mobile phone and type: Dad, I am really speechless. That young man is definitely a master. He may be able to cure your disease. From now on, you must respect him!
The thin middle-aged man frowned, still not convinced.
On the other hand, the pockmarked middle-aged man in bed No. 1 sat on the bed and bowed to Lin Feng and said, "Little miraculous doctor, can you help me cure all my problems? Don't worry, as long as it can be cured, I will thank the little miraculous doctor!
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Lin Feng said slowly: "You can't die. Take good care of yourself in the hospital and take treatment slowly. You will get better. I am in no mood to take action in your situation!"
The middle-aged man with pockmarks waved his hands and said: "No, no, no, little miracle doctor. This illness is too painful. Little miracle doctor, as long as you agree to help me, I can pay you one million now!"
"It's not about the money!"
"Five million!"
"In your situation, there is really no need for me to take action!"
"Ten million!"
The pockmarked middle-aged man directly raised the money to 10 million.
He is the chairman of a listed company. He has been taking care of the company and doing various social activities over the years. He didn't take it seriously when he was sick. He just did it casually and made a lot of money, but he was always ill.
When he was young, he exchanged health for money. Now, he has to use money to buy health.
If you give him another chance to choose, he will not work so hard again and will definitely take care of his body and pay attention to his health.
The others were all surprised. It was unimaginable for them that the middle-aged man with pockmarks looked ordinary, but could be so rich.
It’s true that people should not be judged by their appearance!
Lin Feng said: "This is really not a matter of money. The hospital can treat your illness. If the hospital cannot treat it, you can come to me!"
"Little miracle doctor, please help me. I'll give you 100 million. Can I kneel down for you?"
Regardless of the opposition of his family, the middle-aged man with pockmarks forced himself out of bed and wanted to kneel down to Lin Feng.
A man weighing more than 200 kilograms burst into tears at this moment.
Lying in the hospital for treatment all day is also an extremely painful thing. He would rather spend money to exchange for a healthy body!
The daughter of a middle-aged man named Mazi, who was also a fat man, not much lighter than her father, also knelt down in front of Lin Feng, with tears in her eyes, and said: "Little miracle doctor, please help my father. If 100 million is not enough, how much is it?"
If you ask, we will definitely give it!”
Their family was indeed wealthy, but her father had acute appendicitis and needed immediate surgery. He came to the nearby Renhe Hospital, and the hospital beds were tight, so he could only stay in an ordinary hospital bed.
They had already moved to a ward or a separate ward.
This scene made everyone present dumbfounded.
The middle-aged people in Mazi have already given away 100 million, but they can hardly imagine how much this money is.
Can you open your mouth again now? Will you give me any amount?
Lin Feng helped the two of them up and said: "Okay, seeing as you are so sincere, I will take action, but not today. Today I will mainly treat my aunt. I will treat you another day when I have time!"
"Thank you little miracle doctor, thank you!"
The two father and daughter immediately thanked Lin Feng.
The fat girl said: "Little miraculous doctor, can you exchange a number and your account number for us? The money will be transferred to the little miraculous doctor 100 million first. If the little miraculous doctor feels it is not enough, we will discuss the money issue in the future!"
Lin Feng nodded and gave the fat girl her card number and mobile phone number.
The fat girl used Lin Feng's mobile phone to dial her and her father's numbers, and gave her father the card number.
Her father made a decisive decision and immediately transferred 100 million. This was really not easy.
Lin Feng nodded to the pock-marked middle-aged man. The courage of this middle-aged man was not something that ordinary people could have. One hundred million was transferred away with a wave of his hand!
The thin middle-aged man by the window sneered, unconvinced, and said: "You just act, this guy is just a charlatan, he uses some evil tricks to confuse you, if he can really cure the disease, then it's really a damn thing. I regret it now, and still
It’s too late!”
Bailan's eyes turned cold, and she looked at the thin middle-aged man and said, "Why are you so mouthy? My son-in-law came to see me for the first time. We couldn't even fight before. He didn't ask for a penny and just paid for it.
I treat diseases. I would have been in hepatic coma and would definitely die, but now I have been cured by him, and the edema all over my body has disappeared. Are you blind? Can't you see?"
She had long been unhappy with the thin middle-aged man, and looked down upon him with typical dog eyes.
At this time, Lin Feng got a big deal, 100 million. What would happen if the thin middle-aged man talked about it and said it was gone?
The thin middle-aged man sneered and said: "You guys are all in cahoots. I've never met each other before. You call someone your son-in-law as soon as we meet. Is there a problem with this? Everyone can see it. Do you need me to tell you?"
Bai Lan was so angry that she really wanted to slap the thin middle-aged man. Why is this person so annoying?
Su Jingwen said: "Mom, calm down and don't worry about others. We only need to know what Brother Lin has to do with us!"
"Um!"
Bai Lan glared at the thin middle-aged man and said nothing.
At this time, the nurse called the dean. The dean was an old lady who was energetic and kind, and she brought a pair of silver needles.
The nurse pointed at Lin Feng and said to the old lady: "Grandma, that's him. He rescued the patient and said he was the master of Dr. Mu!"
The old lady smiled extremely kindly, handed the silver needle to Lin Feng, and said with a smile: "Little brother, are you really Old Man Mu's master?"
Lin Feng smiled, said nothing, took out the silver needle, and began to apply the needle on Bai Lan's body through his clothes.
The attending doctor said: "Dean, he is not our doctor and his origin is unknown. We cannot allow him to perform acupuncture. What if something goes wrong?"
The old lady dean smiled and said: "Since the patient's family has no objections, let's just watch. If anything happens, I will take responsibility!"
The attending doctor couldn't say anything else.
Lin Feng inserted the silver needles one by one without hesitation, without looking for acupuncture points, and inserted them densely where the white and blue liver was.
A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door.
Everyone else thought Lin Feng was doing it randomly.
The needles were shaking and buzzing after being inserted, like a swarm of mosquitoes flying.
Only the dean's old lady's eyes narrowed, her heart trembled slightly, her lips trembled slightly, and she said: "This is... the legendary... shaking, shaking needle technique?"
The old lady who is the dean has pretty good medical skills, just a little worse than Mu Xinren.
Traditional Chinese medicine is also what the old lady is good at. She has only seen it in broken classics.
The technique of shaking needles has been lost for thousands of years.
You can imagine how excited and shocked the old lady dean was when she saw the reappearance of the needle shaking technique!