The Strongest Doctor

The fainting patient is still a little confused, the alcohol in his body has not been metabolized completely, and his brain is dizzy.

Originally, Lynch could drain the alcohol out of his body, but after thinking about it, he gave up. This time, he should give them a long memory and let them know that they can't drink too much in the future.

"Thank you, doctor. We live far away from here. Let's go first." The skinny man felt his pocket and found that he had no money, so he wanted to help his companion run away.

"Let's go. If we drink like this later, we won't be as lucky as we are today." Lynch shook his hand.

The thin man nodded gratefully, for fear that Lynch would have to ask for money, and hurried away with his companion.

In fact, Lynch didn't plan to ask for any medical fees. At first sight, these two people are drunkards who get drunk every day. If you really want to say that the fees are charged, it's like killing both of them.

As soon as they left, Rambo looked at Lynch in surprise and said, "are you really using nine needles of ice spirit?"

"You still have some insight. This is my ancestral ice spirit seven needles." Lynch returned without salt.

When he heard this, Rambo's face froze. Just now he used this to despise Lynch. Who knows now he has come back quietly.

But when he heard that the needling method was his family's ancestral, Rambo was angry: "boy, your needling method is clearly our family's, how can it be your family's again?"

"The Bingpo seven needles were founded by our ancestors of the Lin family. Later, they were passed down by our disciples and multiplied into countless branches. Your family also has Bingpo seven needles, which can only be said to be learned from our Lin family." Lynch said.

He didn't boast about this. The Lin family has its own school. They have been practicing medicine for generations. After thousands of years of history, they have accumulated many valuable medical skills, most of which are selflessly taught to the world for later generations to learn.

Of course, some of them have learned a little. It's just a joke.

"You fart!" Rambo's eyes widened, as if a cat had been trampled on its tail. He roared angrily: "you must have learned my grandfather's needling method secretly! Bingpo seven needles belong to our LAN family. "

"What's the matter?"

At this time, an old man in a cloth shirt slowly came out of the gate of the herbal hall.

Lynch looked at the old man in a twinkling of an eye, and saw that he was steady, friendly, and hard to ignore.

This is Rambo's grandfather, LAN Yiqian.

He founded baicaotang and practiced medicine. He was deeply loved and kept a low profile. Almost everyone in the neighborhood knew that his medical skills were superb.

"Grandfather, he said Bingpo seven needles belong to their family!" Rambo immediately complained.

LAN Yiqian was slightly stunned. He immediately sighed and said, "he's right. This ice soul seven needles is really not from our family."

"This, this is impossible!" Rambo was stunned.

LAN Yiqian looked at Lynch and suddenly said, "your surname is Lin?"

"Yes, under Lynch." Lynch nodded. He had a good feeling for LAN Yiqian. He dared to admit things that were not his own.

"I see. Then you should be the descendant of the Lin family. The ice spirit needle I learned was indeed handed down by the Lin family." LAN Yiqian said truthfully.

Rambo was more and more confused when he heard it. He stretched his neck and said, "grandfather, this seven needles of Bingpo is clearly a secret script of our family. It's recorded on it..."

"Are you peeking at our family's ancestral script?" LAN Yiqian suddenly changed his face and complained: "I told you, can't you see it now?"

"Grandfather, I'm just curious." Rambo quickly bowed his head. His grandfather had seriously explained that his medical skills were not qualified to read the ancestral secret script, but how could he bear it?

LAN Yiqian snorted coldly and said angrily, "didn't I say that? You're not very good at medicine now. It's no good to see it. But you actually give me left ear in and right ear out. From tomorrow on, you'll face the wall for three days. When you realize your mistake, you'll go back to baicaotang one month later! "

"I, I..." Rambo wanted to explain something, but when he saw his grandfather's face, he could only glare at Lynch, then shut up and stood aside.

LAN Yiqian snorted. Seeing that his attitude was pretty good, his face softened. He turned to Lynch and said, "little brother Lin, since you're here, how about sitting in our herbal hall?"

When it comes to this, she worries about LAN Yun for a long time. Fortunately, there is no conflict.

Seeing that his father invited Lynch, LAN Yun quickly pulled him and said, "Lynch, come in and sit down. My father invited you. If you are refusing, it's wrong of you."

"Well, I'll sit down for a while." It's not easy for Lynch to shirk, otherwise, it will not give the family face.

However, LAN Yiqian had another purpose.

At this time, although it was late, there were still many patients visiting.

Although LAN Yiqian has a great reputation, he also insists on visiting doctors every day, and many people come to see him.

So as soon as LAN Yiqian sat down, a patient immediately came up and sat respectfully in front of him and said, "Mr. LAN, please help me to take care of my illness. I feel like I'm almost out of breath today."The patient was a young girl. She spoke in a strange voice. She was out of breath. Her neck was swollen and painful, as if she had caught something.

LAN Yiqian quickly inquired about his illness, and he knew something about it in his heart.

But he didn't rush to tell the patient's condition. Instead, he waved to Lynch and said, "brother Lin, come and have a look."

Of course, Lynch knew that Lan Yiqian was testing him on purpose. Then he said, "since Mr. LAN looks up to me, I'll make a fool of myself."

LAN Yiqian stroked his beard and said on purpose: "brother Lin, I'm going to tell you that as a descendant of the Lin family, if you can't even see this patient, then don't blame me for laughing at you."

These words gave Lynch a big hat.

Rambo immediately understood that although his grandfather didn't help him on the surface, he was still secretly looking for face.

And this patient should be very difficult to diagnose. I want Lynch to make a joke.

This scene fell into Lynch's eyes. He just smiles and says modestly, "Mr. LAN, don't give up on the younger generation. I'm inferior to you in terms of experience and seniority."

"It's said that future generations are formidable. I also want to see if you young people can surpass us!" LAN Yiqian smiles gently.

But the meaning of the words is self-evident. It is clear that I want to enlighten Lynch. Traditional Chinese medicine stresses experience and seniority, which has nothing to do with your family background. No matter how good your Lin family's medical skills are, how can they compare with me, an old Chinese medicine practitioner who has been practicing medicine for decades?

"Well, I'd better see the patient first..."

Lynch felt unable to talk with them, so he went up to the young girl and felt her pulse on her wrist.

A moment later, Lynch frowned and his face changed!

Seeing Lynch's face, Rambo said with disdain, "why, can't you see it now?"

"No Lin Qishu stood up with a serious face and said anxiously, "this girl is very dangerous now. She must give first aid immediately!"

"Ah?" The young girl was surprised. Her condition was very dangerous. Why didn't she feel it?

And Lynch's voice is urgent and loud, so that people around look at Lynch, are showing puzzled color.

Why first aid? Isn't this girl still sitting here?

LAN Yiqian frowned and drank: "Lynch, this girl has a heart disease. It's good, and she has a little cold today, but her condition can be controlled, so it's not necessary to give first aid."

Rambo ha ha way: "grandfather, I see this boy is alarmist, just to scare people."

"No, I need first aid now, or it will be too late." Lynch, however, was determined and anxious, and he was already racing against the clock.