"Young man, it's better not to speak too much." Wei Gongxun frowned slightly, obviously very dissatisfied.
"Okay, since my brother-in-law has spoken, let Dr. He stay and take a look. It must be a valuable learning opportunity for him."
Seeing that his brother-in-law was unhappy, Zheng Shifan stopped insisting and quickly smoothed out the situation.
Lin Yu shook his head and smiled bitterly. He only heard that Jishitang was a good person, but he had never heard that Jishitang was more arrogant than others. Today he was aware of it.
After waiting for a while, Zheng Jiacheng walked out of the room and saw him wearing a white satin Tang suit, with steady steps, a childish face, full of energy, and not at all sick.
"My merit, you are here too. Sit, sit quickly."
Zheng Jiacheng's attitude was very easy-going, but the kingly aura of giving orders for a long time naturally emerged.
"Who is the grandson of Mr. Song, Jishitang?"
After everyone sat down, Zheng Jiacheng glanced at Lin Yu and Song Zheng, and kept rubbing two black and red cultural walnuts in his hands.
"Hello, Mr. Zheng, I am Song Zheng from Jishitang. My grandfather asked me to treat you. I told me before leaving. Although you paid tens of millions of medical treatment, our Jishitang gave you eight o'clock
fold."
Song Zheng smiled and looked quite proud. He gave up two million and said he could give up. Jishitang was so grand.
"Okay, it turns out that a hero is a young man. Since Mr. Song is willing to let you come, there must be something extraordinary. Don't worry, as long as I help me cure my illness, I will be indefinitely paid."
Zheng Jiacheng said loudly that this little money is not worth mentioning to him.
"Dad, I have also hired a doctor for you. He is a young miracle doctor and his medical skills are also very exquisite." Wei Gongxun hurriedly recommended Lin Yu to himself.
"Okay, the Yangtze River is pushing the old waves forward. Now it is the world of young people. I will trouble you two friends in the future." Zheng Jiacheng smiled and then ordered the housekeeper to serve tea.
"Old Zheng, haven't you started the diagnosis and treatment now?" Song Zheng couldn't help but wonder when he saw that Zheng Jiacheng had no intention of seeing a doctor.
"Haha, if you look at it now, I'm afraid you can't see anything." Zheng Jiacheng smiled helplessly, "I have also seen a doctor before. After the examination, all the characteristics are normal and there is no problem. I am the only time I have a headache.
Only then can you see the disease.”
"Oh? So strange?" Song Zheng was a little confused, and then walked to Zheng Jiacheng's side and signaled whether he could take his pulse.
Zheng Jiacheng did not refuse, and showed his wrist and asked Song Zheng to try it. Song Zheng's expression changed. There was indeed no problem with the pulse, and the pulse showed that Mr. Zheng was very healthy.
"Brother Song, don't worry. If you wait for another hour, Mr. Zheng's illness should have occurred." Lin Yu said, looking at the watch on the wall.
"Oh? My friend, how did you know that I will get sick in one hour?" Zheng Jiacheng looked slightly shocked.
"The Health Bureau told me that you have a migraine. It's still an hour before noon. The temperature rises and the fire rises, which leads to the initiation of qi and blood, which can easily cause migraines." Lin Yu explained with a smile, his eyes swept inadvertently
Eyes the pair of cultural walnuts in Zheng Jiacheng's hand.
Zheng Jiacheng nodded to Lin Yu with a smile and expressed his approval. Song Zheng, who was beside him, snorted coldly, feeling a little unhappy.
As Lin Yu said, as noon approached, Zheng Jiacheng's face, who was originally chatting and laughing freely, suddenly changed his expression and suddenly became extremely painful. He hugged his head with both hands, and beads of sweat on his face were crackling down.
"Mr. Zheng, hold on, I'll give you an injection." Song Zheng reached out and tried Zheng Jiacheng's pulse, then took out a needle bag from the medical box, took out several silver needles, and showed that they were aimed at Zheng Jiacheng's elbow.
The Qinglengyuan point and the Tianjin point on the Sanjiao meridian were pricked, and then several needles were pricked on several acupoints on the head and shoulders.
"Search for the magic needle?" Lin Yu was slightly surprised. No wonder Song Zheng was so arrogant. It turned out that he really had real talent and knowledge.
When Song Zheng heard Lin Yu call out his acupuncture method, he was also a little surprised and said arrogantly: "No, I have some insight."
After Song Zheng's acupuncture, the pain on Zheng Jiacheng's face obviously eased.
"Haha, Jishitang is indeed well-known!"
Seeing the pain on his father's face faded, Zheng Shifan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"It's just a matter of raising your hands." Song Zheng smiled indifferently.
Before he finished speaking, Zheng Jiacheng, whose expression was originally relaxed, suddenly shook his body, hugged his head with both hands again, and let out a painful roar, which was even worse than before.
The faces of the people in the room changed instantly, and Song Zheng couldn't help but be stunned and said to himself: "It's impossible!"
As he said that, he quickly stepped forward to test Zheng Jiacheng's pulse, his face turned pale in an instant, and his pulse actually jumped up and down, sometimes not, and was extremely strange.
"Brother Song, why are you still standing there? Find a way quickly." Zheng Shifan said anxiously.
Song Zheng was also panicked at this time and didn't know what to do.
Seeing that the situation was critical, Lin Yu rushed up and quickly took off the silver needles from Zheng Jiacheng's body. Then he took out six silver needles and pierced them at six acupoints on his neck and shoulders.
"Ask...ask the method of acupuncture?"
Song Zheng opened his mouth wide without being surprised.
"Not bad, I have some insight." Lin Yu calmly threw back Song Zheng's words to him.
Seeing Lin Yu's injections, Zheng Jiacheng relaxed in an instant, the pain on his head suddenly disappeared, and his face gradually became rosy.
"Dad, how do you feel?" Wei Gongxun looked overjoyed. Unexpectedly, He Jiarong was really a master.
“It’s much better.”
Zheng Jiacheng squeezed out a weak smile and his breathing gradually stabilized. The butler hurried over to help him wipe the sweat off his face.
Zheng Shifan was not in a hurry to be happy, afraid that the relapse would occur just now, but after waiting for a while, he did not see any abnormality in his father.
He then felt relieved and asked Lin Yu: "Little brother, has my father stopped this disease or cured it?"
"Stopped."
"Is there a way to cure it?"
Song Zheng's face was pale and pale. It was obvious that he had lost Zheng Shifan's trust, but he had made a mistake just now and now he has no right to speak.
"Yes, and it's very simple." Lin Yu smiled, then looked at the cultural walnuts in Zheng Jiacheng's hand. "In fact, the main problem occurs on this pair and walnuts."
"The problem is with this pair of walnuts?" Everyone looked at each other, very puzzled.
"Old Zheng, can you show me this pair of walnuts?"
Lin Yu reached out to take the walnuts and took a closer look. In his eyes, the pair of walnuts emitted a green light, which was obviously of great value, but in the edges of one of the walnuts, there was a strong black air mixed with it.
It is somewhat similar to the black gas I saw in that little girl.
"If I read it correctly, this pair of cultural walnuts should have a lion head with a kirin pattern, and it is relatively old and passed down from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty." Lin Yu said.
"No, my friend's eyesight!" Zheng Jiacheng's face lit up, and there was a bit of surprise. It was rare for people who could see through the origin of his pair of lion heads at a glance.
"No matter how extraordinary it is, it is just about cultural relics. What does it have to do with my dad's headache? Brother He, are you joking?" Wei Gongxun was a little puzzled.
Lin Yu did not rush to answer, turned to Zheng Jiacheng and asked, "Old Zheng, where did you get this pair of walnuts? How long have you been with you?"
"I accidentally bought this from an antique market. I have been with me since I bought it. It has been more than half a year." Zheng Jiacheng recalled.
"Then think about it, how long has your migraine been wrong?" Lin Yu smiled.
Zheng Jiacheng frowned and thought about it carefully, then his expression changed. He looked at the walnuts in Lin Yu's hand and said in surprise: "It seems that since I bought this pair of walnuts, I have this problem!"
Zheng Jiacheng has never believed in ghosts and gods, so he naturally did not think about it. He only thought that he was a sequelae of years of hard work.
"To be honest, this walnut was obtained from the dead, so it was contaminated with some evil spirits. Because you carry it with you, it has had a certain impact on your luck. I believe that in the past six months, your career has not been around.
It's going well." Lin Yu said.
"Yes, I have invested in two projects in the past six months, and both of them have suffered serious losses. I thought I was old and confused, and was about to hand over the company's affairs to Shifan." Zheng Jiacheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Brother He, what evil spirits you are talking about seem to be superstitious..." Wei Gongxun frowned. People who work in his industry have never believed in the tricks of monsters and monsters.
"Many things are not all superstitious, and some are the rules extracted from the laws of nature by our ancestors from the operation of heaven and earth and nature, which have great credibility. Otherwise, how could the Bagua of Zhouyi be passed down to this day?" Lin Yu explained patiently.
Wei Gongxun was speechless, and Lin Yu was indeed right. Now many universities have set up open classes for Zhou Yi.
"Little brother, then I smashed the walnut and threw it away. Will my father's illness be cured?" Zheng Shifan said anxiously.
"What a pity to smash such a good cultural relic." Lin Yu smiled, "I have a way to cure Mr. Zheng's illness, but also let Mr. Zheng leave this pair of walnuts."
"Then I'll bother me." Zheng Jiacheng couldn't hide his excitement in his tone. He really liked this pair of walnuts. If he really smashed it, he would have to feel sorry for at least a few days.
"Mr. Zheng, do you have a cinnabar pen?"
"Yes, yes." Zheng Jiacheng hurriedly ordered the old housekeeper to go to the study to pick it up.
After taking the cinnabar pen, Lin Yu recited the Qingming Art and breathed a sigh of relief at the tip of the cinnabar pen. Then he gently tapped the tails of the two walnuts. The thick black air suddenly disappeared, and the spiritual energy emitted by a pair of lion heads.
It is becoming more green and clear.
Lin Yu returned the walnut to Zheng Jiacheng. After Zheng Jiacheng took it, he felt a cool touch coming from the walnuts, piercing through his whole body. The meridians in his body seemed to open in an instant, and his whole body was extremely clear and bright.
Song Zheng, who was beside him, looked gloomy and very dissatisfied. He felt that Lin Yu was just making a fool of himself, but Lin Yu did help Mr. Zheng to cure the disease, and he couldn't accept it.
"Little brother, my dad will really not deal with this disease again?" Zheng Shifan was still a little worried.
"Take it seriously, if there is any problem in the future, Brother Wei can catch me at any time, he knows my family." Lin Yu quipped.
"Brother He is joking. Our whole family thanks you too late." Wei Gongxun smiled, then winked at Zheng Shifan.
Zheng Shifan immediately understood and said quickly: "Brother He, please give me your bank card number. I will ask someone to give you five million first. If my father's condition does not go back two days, I will give you the remaining five hundred.
Wan will call you."
"Shifan! How could you say that? Call your friend at one time ten million." Zheng Jiacheng said a little unhappy.
"Okay, then follow my dad's wishes, 10 million, and I will call you at one time."
"Ten million?" Lin Yu touched his nose and smiled, saying, "Can I get the medical fee to set the price?"
Everyone's expressions changed slightly. Ten million was not enough? This is to ask the lion to speak loudly.
"Okay, let me set the price. Whatever you say is, it's as much as you want." Zheng Jiacheng was so generous. After all, he saved half of his life and it was understandable that he would have to pay more.