"Yes, I am the doctor and boss of the medical clinic. My name is Lin Fan."
With that said, he handed over his printed business card: "If you have any headaches in the future, just come to me!"
No one picked me up, but everyone looked disdainful.
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes and looked calm: "You are..."
"There are no rules without rules. We are the representatives of the medicinal materials market. Now, opening a medical clinic here requires the consent of all of us!"
As he spoke, a young doctor came to Lin Fan and threw away the business card in his hand.
"It's you..." Ye Lingxuan exclaimed.
Isn't this the same doctor who bought and sold things at Lingzhi Hall two days ago?
Lin Fan also recognized it and smiled calmly: "It's really hard on you. You have to make up high-sounding excuses to find trouble. Are you tired?"
"Hmph, stop talking nonsense. Without our consent today, you can't open this medical clinic!" Fan Ping from Lingzhi Hall said fiercely.
Lin Fan curled his lips, these old guys were so brainless, they didn't even know they were being used as guns.
But just in time, he could also take this opportunity to scare them so that they would not bother him every once in a while.
"Tell me, how can I get your consent?"
"It's also very simple. As long as you can show us the strength to convince us, you can continue to drive."
Lin Fan nodded: "Okay, you can just come up with the questions?"
No matter what difficult and complicated disease they found, Lin Fan was confident that it could be cured.
Several doctors looked at each other and started chattering.
Some people say that Brother Wang from West Street, who has compulsive spondylitis, is called in. Some people say that Lai Mazi from East Street has pustules all over his body, which is difficult to treat...
Lin Fan waved his hand impatiently: "Don't choose, it's just you!"
"We?" These old men, who have been practicing medicine all their lives, were all surprised.
It's not that they don't get sick, everyone gets sick.
As the saying goes, it is difficult for a doctor to heal himself.
Often the diseases doctors get are more difficult to treat than ordinary diseases.
It was precisely because of this that they were surprised.
In their opinion, Lin Fan was too arrogant, and he dared to boast about Haikou without even knowing the bottom line.
"Humph, since you are so arrogant, tell us which one of us you want to treat?" the Chinese-character face mocked.
Lin Fan glanced lightly, then pointed casually: "Just the two of them!"
The one pointed out by Lin Fan happened to be the most distinctive among the group. One was as fat as a bear, and the other was as thin as a stick.
Seeing Lin Fan's choice, the doctors around him burst into laughter, and even the Chinese-character face shook their heads in disdain.
He thought Lin Fan had something in mind, but he didn't expect it to be an embroidered pillow.
Fan Ping sarcastically said: "Who doesn't know the situation of Dr. Zhu and Dr. Hou? Dr. Zhu is born to gain weight even if he drinks cold water, but Dr. Hou never gets fat no matter how much he eats. What's wrong with them?"
In the eyes of these doctors, Lin Fan was just a liar trying to please others, so they only dared to pick the two healthiest among them.
Xuan Ye smiled slightly: "You will get fat if you don't eat?"
Doctor Zhu nodded: "Yes!"
"You don't get fat even after eating?"
Doctor Hou raised his eyebrows: "Innate."
Lin Fan said calmly: "Short of breath, unable to sit still, chest tightness and palpitations, difficult to wake up from dreams, difficult to sleep when awake, am I right?"
Listening to Lin Fan's description, the obese Master Zhu nodded involuntarily: "No, that's right!"
"As for you," Lin Fan looked at the tall and thin Doctor Hou, "you have body aches and headaches, gastrointestinal heat, constipation and abdominal pain, and you also often have peeling skin on your hands and feet, right?"
Doctor Hou's expression changed: "You...how do you know?"
The doctors also knew about the previous items, but he had never told anyone about the peeling of the hands and feet.
At its worst, the entire sole of his foot was rotten.
Lin Fan did not answer, but scanned the crowd: "Now do you still think they are healthy and normal?"
"This..." Everyone was speechless for a moment.
Seeing that something was wrong, Fan Ping immediately retorted: "Many people have symptoms like yours, such as chest tightness, palpitation, shortness of breath, etc. Nine out of ten fat people have them. I think you are just talking about a few common diseases, trying to fool people."
Pass!"
When everyone heard this, they all felt that Lin Fan was deceived: "That's right, these symptoms can't explain anything at all!"
As patients, Dr. Zhu and Dr. Hou stood together.
"The two of us almost believed you, this lying boy. Humph, we two are not sick at all. Even if we were, we wouldn't be able to let you cure us!"
Lin Fan shrugged: "It's up to you, just don't beg me when the time comes."
"Tch, just dream, who will come to beg you?"
Just when Fan Ping was thinking of finding another reason to smash Lin Fan's medical clinic, the door of the medical clinic suddenly opened.
An old woman with all white hair walked in, pushing an old man with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes.
"Doctor, help!"
Lin Fan recognized that this was the old woman who had sold him wild ginseng for hundreds of years.
"Old lady, don't be anxious, speak slowly!" Ye Lingxuan also recognized it and quickly moved a chair for the old man.
When Fan Ping saw the old woman, he waved his hands in disgust: "Damn old woman, please leave quickly. I have told you that no one in this street will treat you!"
Lin Fan immediately understood that Lingzhi Hall must have a grudge, so it encouraged the entire street to reject this old man.
He immediately showed a warm smile: "Old lady, they don't care about me, I'll take care of them!"
"Come here? Do you know what's wrong with him?" Fan Ping smiled disdainfully.
The Chinese-character face also shook his head with regret: "Old man, it's not that we don't treat this disease, even if this disease is cured, you will only live a few more months, and you have no money..."
But the old man was obviously desperate, so he could only kneel down and kowtow: "Please, doctors, save my old man, save my old man!"
Ye Lingxuan couldn't bear it: "Lin Fan..."
Lin Fan smiled confidently: "I told you, leave it to me!"
Lin Fan put his fingers together and placed them on the old man's pulse, his expression gradually becoming serious.
Seeing Lin Fan's heavy expression and the doctors around him looking joking, Fan Ping even laughed and said, "What's wrong? Could it be that Doctor Lin is also helpless?"
"Shut up!"
Lin Fan glared at him coldly, and then said to the old lady gently: "Grandma, your wife suffered a stroke due to cerebral infarction and is now hemiplegic. There is a risk of recurrence at any time."
"Yes, yes, please save him!"
The old woman's wrinkled face showed a pleading look.
She knew about her husband's condition, and the top tertiary hospital in the city also made it very clear.
Because he was too old and his brain blockage was severe, their opinion was to give up treatment.
But the old lady didn't want to accept it, so she took her wife and children everywhere to seek medical treatment, but who would have thought that they all refused.
Until I met Lin Fan...
When Lin Fan said he had a cerebral infarction, the doctors around him looked at him in surprise.
You must know that they had determined the condition through pulse signs, films and a series of information, but Lin Fan could see it at a glance.
Fan Ping mocked without hesitation: "What's the use of knowing it? Can you cure it? If you can cure it, we will let you open a medical clinic here."