Ye Fan smiled and stopped teasing his wife. Instead, he carefully massaged Lin Ruobing to activate blood circulation, remove blood stasis, reduce swelling and relieve pain.
After a massage, Lin Ruobing's originally red and swollen feet were obviously less swollen. She would buy some traditional Chinese medicine to soak her feet. Within three days, her feet would recover naturally.
Lin Ruobing said with a face of surprise: "Ye Fan, I think you can open a massage parlor. Your massage techniques are so amazing! My feet no longer hurt!"
"Haha! My massage skills are so good, what if a beautiful customer really comes to me for massage to enlarge her breasts?" Ye Fan said with a proud smile.
"How dare you—"
Lin Ruobing frowned, a little angry on her face.
"Haha! Don't you dare! If you want a massage to enlarge your breasts, you can only give it to your wife!" Ye Fan joked with a smirk on his face.
"You guy! You really are like a dog but can't spit out ivory!"
Lin Ruobing's forehead suddenly darkened, and she was almost speechless at Mark's shamelessness.
Then, Ye Fan asked Lin Ruobing to take a rest in the hotel, while he went out and grabbed some Chinese medicine for Lin Ruobing to soak her feet.
Soon, Ye Fan walked out of the hotel and walked to a nearby pharmacy.
But at this moment, someone suddenly fell down not far from him.
The unconscious person was a gray-haired old man, and beside him was a middle-aged bald man.
"Dad, what's wrong with you? Dad? Wake up? Someone is here...Help! Come over quickly and beg my dad..." The middle-aged man shouted loudly.
Soon, people passing by gathered around him, concerned about the old man's condition.
Is it a heart attack?
Ye Fan frowned slightly. He was a doctor. Since he encountered such an emergency, he naturally went to help.
Soon, Ye Fan walked up and squeezed into the crowd.
"Brother! What happened to your father?" Ye Fan asked curiously.
"I...I don't know. He suddenly fell into a coma while walking just now...Little brother! I beg you, please save my dad quickly...
I kowtow to you!"
The bald man seemed to have seen the dawn of hope and kowtowed to Ye Fan in public.
Wait? How did he know I knew medicine?
Ye Fan was a little suspicious. He just stepped forward to ask about the situation. Logically speaking, the other party could not know that he had medical skills.
As the saying goes: when something goes wrong, there will always be a monster; if someone goes wrong, there will be a sword!
Ye Fan suspected this was a trap!
However, just when he was hesitating to save people, someone around him started taking pictures with a mobile phone.
"Eh? Isn't this Dr. Ye who is competing on behalf of the Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Association? Great! I heard that he has great medical skills, and he must be able to save the elderly... Live broadcast room veterans, everyone should give Mr. Ye a thumbs up
Cheer up! The rocket is going! The yacht is going!”
At this time, a young man took his mobile phone and broadcast live.
Strange! How did they know that I represented the Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Association?
The more this happened, the more Ye Fan felt that it was a trap.
At this time, the bald guy seemed to be colluding with the live broadcast guy.
He grabbed Ye Fan's hand with excitement and said, "Doctor Ye! You can represent the provincial capital in the battle, which also shows that your medical skills must be great! Please, you must save my dad..."
....”
Seeing how the bald guy and the live broadcast guy were so keen on saving people, Ye Fan couldn't help but look at the unconscious old man.
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes "looking, hearing, asking, and feeling." The old man in front of me didn't seem to have something wrong. His breathing and mental state were the same as those of a normal person, and he didn't seem to be sick at all.
It was clear that nothing was wrong, but he still insisted on saving others.