Lin Chen pointed to the door: "The door is there, no one is stopping you, you can go!"
Wen Yu'an quickly smoothed things over: "Mr. Mo, Mr. Lin has superb medical skills, much better than me."
The middle-aged man was slightly startled, his eyes suspicious: "Is it him?"
Wen Yu'an smiled bitterly: "Mr. Mo is seriously injured. If you change places now, let alone whether you can find a doctor capable of treating him. You can't afford to waste time. Although I'm not as good at medical skills as Mr. Lin, I can't judge as well."
I can’t tell you the exact time, but according to my judgment, if the old gentleman doesn’t get treatment quickly, he may really not be able to survive.”
The middle-aged man looked at Lin Chen for the first time: "Can you cure my father?"
Lin Chen looked indifferent: "Yes."
The middle-aged man frowned, but he quickly made a decision: "Then please save my father. As long as he is cured, five million!"
The middle-aged man obviously knew that his previous attitude had angered Lin Chen, so he simply multiplied the original reward of one million by five times, and this time, he did not mention the consequences of not being able to cure it.
Lin Chen smiled coldly, said nothing, walked directly to the hospital bed, unbuttoned the old man's clothes, and took out the silver needle he had just obtained.
Lin Chen's needles were like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, the old man's body was covered with silver needles.
As the silver needle fell, the skin on the old man's body turned strangely red, and his face gradually turned red. He opened his mouth and gasped, as if he wanted to cough, but couldn't.
Lin Chen waited quietly for about thirty seconds, then grabbed the old man's arm and helped him up. He put his right palm against the old man's vest and slowly pushed it from bottom to top. He repeated this twice and then changed his gestures and patted hard.
A snapping sound was made.
"ah!"
The old man made a short sound, threw himself forward, and blew out a big mouthful of foul air.
With this breath of foul air, the redness on the old man's face and body quickly faded, and the old man's breathing suddenly became smoother.
Lin Chen helped the old man lie down, then felt the old man's pulse, then took away the silver needle, picked up the pen next to him, wrote a prescription in a flash, and slapped it on the table.
"He's fine for the time being. He can just rest. Take this medicine three times a day, one dose for two days, and three doses in a row, and the injury will be cured."
The middle-aged man's face showed joy. He approached the bed and asked, "Dad, how do you feel?"
Although the old man looked a little pale, his breathing was steady and his eyes were alert. He replied: "I'm fine. I almost choked to death just now..."
When the middle-aged man heard this, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief. He turned around, took out a bank card and handed it to Lin Chen. His tone was much more polite: "Dr. Lin, thank you for saving my father. Here
It’s five million, please accept it.”
Lin Chen didn't extend his hand and said in a cold tone: "The money is free. Please leave. The Yu'an Pavilion is small and cannot afford to accommodate giant Buddhas like you. Please don't come again in the future. Even if you come, we won't accept you."
Wen Yuan looked at Lin Chen in surprise, that was five million!
Five million was enough to buy a 200-square-meter house in full, but Lin Chen actually refused casually!
What's more important is that Lin Chen actually stood up for Yu'an Pavilion and himself!
Wen Qiaoqiao, who was watching from the side, had bright eyes and looked at Lin Chen with unabashed admiration!
What a man!
So charming!
The middle-aged man frowned. He obviously did not expect that the five million he offered would be rejected. More importantly, he was mercilessly criticized by Lin Chen!
The middle-aged man stared at Lin Chen, his eyes like sharp knives, and the aura of a superior person spread quietly.
"Do you know who I am? Talking to me like this?"
Lin Chen smiled.
"Is there anything wrong with me talking like this?"
The middle-aged man stared at Lin Chen coldly: "Do you know that as long as I say a word, the Yu'an Pavilion will close tomorrow."
"Then, I should support you and treat you with respect?"
Lin Chen smiled, his expression a bit more disdainful: "I know you are either rich or powerful, or both rich and powerful, but so what? I am eating your rice, do I need to see your face?"
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly became quite ugly. The two bodyguards looked at each other and took a step forward. However, the middle-aged man raised his right hand and waved it.
"You are so arrogant! Dr. Lin, how do you know you didn't ask me for help?"
Lin Chen said lightly: "Please, do you know how to write this word? Ask for medical advice, do you know what it means? If I don't beg you, I won't die, but if you don't beg me, you will die.
If I hadn't taken action just now, your father would have died in front of you in fifteen minutes, so what if you have a net worth of hundreds of billions?"
The middle-aged man's face turned colder. He was in a high position and no one had spoken to him like this for too long.
Just as he was about to speak, the old man behind him suddenly took a deep breath and said weakly: "Jun Wu, apologize!"