Luo Beiming has rushed back to Jiangcheng overnight.
After Ning Xiaowan's accident last time, he received a call from Luo Qian.
But he had important matters at that time and couldn't rush back at the first time.
And this time something big happened in Sanzhitang. If he didn't come back to deal with it, the situation would be out of control.
The Luo family's house is similar to the Su family's house. They both have a sense of age and are antique, just like the deep residences of the 1970s and 1980s.
But the Luo family's house is obviously larger than the Su family's, and both the decorations and sculptures are much more luxurious.
At this moment, in the living room of the Luo family.
The lights are bright.
An old man with white hair wearing a red Tang Dynasty sat upright on the Taishi chair.
The middle-aged man named Uncle Zhong stood beside him, his head hanging motionless, like a statue.
Seeing this battle, Luo Qian was startled and lowered her head as if she had made a mistake.
Is this Luo Beiming?
Lin Yang glanced at the old man, feeling quite curious.
Luo Beiming is almost a well-known doctor in Jiangcheng. Not only that, he is also a famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the whole of China. Sanzhitang is not just a family in Jiangcheng. There are chains across the country. Jiangcheng is just a small shop. Luo Beiming handed it over to him.
A place where my granddaughter practices.
"Grandpa." Luo Qian whispered.
"Are you okay?" The old man looked at Luo Qian kindly with his cloudy eyes.
Obviously, he still loves this granddaughter very much.
"It's okay... Those patients have recovered, the truth has been found out, Yan Lang has also been arrested, we Sanzhitang just need to compensate the patients..." Luo Qian said.
Luo Beiming nodded lightly, and then said sideways: "I will publish a report tomorrow to publish the truth and let the general public know about this matter."
"Okay, sir." Uncle Zhong nodded.
Luo Beiming cast his gaze towards Lin Yang.
"Are you Lin Yang?"
"Luo Shen is healed!" Lin Yang clasped his fists.
"Young people are very good. It's rare to have such a talent at such a young age." Luo Beiming nodded again.
Although there was a lot of appreciation in his words, his tone sounded indifferent.
Lin Yang didn't care.
"Where did you learn from him?" Luo Beiming asked again.
"I don't have a master."
"You don't have a master? How is it possible? Is it possible that your superb medical skills are self-taught?"
"It can be said that I like to read books, and they are all about Chinese medicine. I usually take some herbs or silver needles and tinker with them when I have nothing to do. If I really want to talk about a master, it is probably the old man next door to my house.
A Chinese medicine doctor, after all, when he is fine, he will ask me to stand next to him and watch him perform acupuncture," Lin Yang said.
"Is that so? Where are you from?"
"I'm from Jiangcheng now."
"Now? Where are your parents?"
"My mother? She died three years ago, and my father... also died." Lin Yang said calmly.
In his heart, his father was as alive as dead.
"I understand, what a poor child."
Luo Beiming nodded, but there was no trace of compassion in his voice.
He waved his hand.
Uncle Zhong took out a password box from the side, placed it in front of Lin Yang, and opened it.
In an instant, the lockbox contained stacks of brand new banknotes.
The smell of money hits your nostrils.
Luo Qian was slightly startled.
Lin Yang's expression remained unchanged, and a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes.
"This is for you." Luo Beiming picked up the teacup next to him and took a sip.
"You have no reward for your merits. How can I accept such a sum of money from you?"
"I know you have no merit, so this money is not to reward you." Luo Bei said calmly.
When these words fell to the ground, Lin Yang's brows suddenly furrowed.
Only then did Luo Qian react and called out urgently: "Grandpa."
But before she could say anything, Luo Beiming raised his hand to signal her not to speak.
"What do you mean, old man?" Lin Yang asked unhurriedly.
