"Big stupid bear, why are you looking at me so fiercely? With your little ability, you may not be able to beat me!"
Lin Feng looked cold: "You can try."
"In the future, I can give you some pointers when I have the opportunity."
Lin Feng had the urge to vomit blood and became more and more suspicious of Xing Zhu's statement. Where in the world could there be such a shameless master?
"Sir, you are finally here. Come with me to my father's bedroom."
A young man with a Chinese character face came out quickly to greet him. His eyes only glanced at Yang Haoran slightly without paying much attention.
After all, it was Lin Feng who brought him back, so there would definitely be no problem. Maybe he was Xingzhu's apprentice or something like that.
Lu Zheng was also looking around. The interior of the villa was completely decorated in a traditional style. The furniture was simple and unpretentious, but it was made of real and high-quality rosewood. It was a true low-key luxury with connotation.
As for the young man, although he is anxious, he still has the power of a superior.
Xingzhu was pulled by the young man and walked into a bedroom on the first floor without having time to introduce Yang Haoran.
On the bed in the bedroom, an old man was lying on his back, his face was slightly purple, and his breath was extremely weak.
"Old man, please come here. What's going on with my father now?"
Xingzhu did not diagnose and treat immediately, but took a step back and stood next to Yang Haoran with a solemn look on his face.
"Mr. Lin, don't worry. With my medical skills, I can keep Mr. Lin alive at most, but there is nothing I can do to go further. So I specially invited Master Yang this time. Master Yang's medical skills are amazing, a hundred times better than the old man.
Maybe it’s possible to save Mr. Lin.”
The young man Lin Zihua was slightly surprised, and then he looked at Yang Haoran seriously, but his brows became more and more wrinkled.
How can a young man of about twenty years old be called a master? Butler novel
"Old, this!"
Lin Zihua was obviously hesitant and hesitated to speak.
Xingzhu could not see it, and immediately said seriously: "Mr. Lin, there is no need to doubt that although Master Yang is young, his medical skills are extremely brilliant. I am willing to guarantee it with my life and fortune!"
Lin Zihua waved his hands hurriedly: "The old man is serious, how can I not trust Mr. Lin? Then I will ask Master Yang to diagnose and treat my father."
Although he said this, Lin Zihua's words were still a bit perfunctory. After all, Yang Haoran was too young.
Yang Haoran just laughed and didn't pay too much attention. He walked to the bed and sat on a chair. He reached out and opened a corner of the quilt and pulled out the old man's left hand.
It was instantly quiet in the bedroom, and you could hear each other breathing.
Lin Zihua and Lin Feng were both nervous and apprehensive, while Xingzhu held his breath and observed Yang Haoran, for fear of missing every detail.
For him, it was a rare opportunity to observe the diagnosis process of masters like Yang Haoran up close.
Yang Haoran stretched out three fingers and gently placed them on the old man's bones, his expression became solemn.
About thirty seconds later, Yang Haoran retracted his hand and shook his head towards Xingzhu with a disappointed look on his face.
Lin Feng's face turned pale when he saw this, this guy was really unreliable.
Lin Zihua became even more anxious and blurted out: "How is it? Is my father's condition serious?"
Xingzhu was also a little panicked: "Is it possible that even Master Yang is helpless? Or is it that Mr. Lin has already..."
Xingzhu didn't finish his words, his face was already very ugly.
Yang Haoran continued to shake his head: "Old man, did the medicine you prescribed before contain ginseng?"