Lin Bei was already squatting in front of the old man. With a flick of his wrist, there were already several silver needles between his fingers.
Long before, he had noticed that the old man's illness was an enlarged heart and a comprehensive heart disease caused by cardiovascular aging. In his current state, he could only last for five minutes at most. If he waited for the ambulance to arrive, the old man would have already gone.
See the King of Hell.
Lin Bei waved his hand, and the silver needle landed directly on several acupuncture points on the old man's chest.
Even though he had been drinking just now, if he used his spiritual power for a little while, all the alcohol would be dissolved and it would not affect his acupuncture at all.
As the silver needle fell, the old man's purple complexion immediately improved, and his body twitching stopped. It didn't take long for him to wake up to consciousness.
He opened his eyes and said to Lin Bei: "Young man is really a miracle doctor! Without you, I would have ended up here today."
There was still blood stains on the corners of the old man's mouth. Lin Bei handed over a packet of paper and then brought a bottle of liquor and said, "Old man, take a sip of wine to disinfect it. You were sick just now and your tongue must have been seriously injured, right?"
"Yeah, I just lost control of my body and bit my tongue and it started to bleed."
As he spoke, the old man took the strong drink, drank it hard, rinsed his mouth and spit it out, then asked: "What's your name, young man, and which unit do you work in?"
"My name is Lin Bei, and I am the owner of this Yuelai Building." Lin Bei said.
The old man immediately praised: "The boss is great, and he is also the boss of Yuelailou."
At this time, a cashier recognized the old man and said, "Mr. Wen! It's you. I didn't recognize him just now, but I didn't expect it to be you."
"Do you know him?" Lu Tianhe asked next to him.
The cashier nodded: "Mr. Wen is an old customer who has been with Yuelailou since it opened. He often comes to eat at our place. Even if he doesn't have time, he will ask us to package it for him."
Hearing this, the old man smiled and said: "This is my favorite hotel in Jiangcheng. I must come here to eat every time I come back. The young man did a good job. I can see that you run this place very carefully."
"As long as the food suits your appetite."
Lin Bei said politely and asked: "Mr. Wen, from the look of you, you probably haven't eaten yet, right?"
Mr. Wen said: "Yes, I was just preparing to pack it, but suddenly I fell ill."
Lin Bei said: "We happen to be eating too. If you don't mind, you can come and share a table with us."
When Mr. Wen heard this, he said sheepishly: "You just saved my life, and now I have to take advantage of you. Isn't it bad?"
Lin Bei said: "How could it be? And I also have selfish motives. We just have a few new dishes, and you are an old customer. I want you to come and taste them."
Mr. Wen was already an old man, and he immediately understood the meaning of Lin Bei's words.
He just said this to relieve the old man's embarrassment.
"You're a good guy! He's thoughtful!"
Mr. Wen commented in his heart, nodded and agreed: "Okay, then I will shamelessly disturb you."
"What I wish for."
Lin Bei said politely and welcomed Mr. Wen back to the private room.
After this contact, he found that this old man was very extraordinary. Although he had heart problems, when he took his pulse just now, Lin Bei could feel that there were a lot of drug residues in the old man's body, and they were all precious medicinal materials such as ginseng and deer antlers.
This shows that the old man has a good family background and his background is by no means simple.
However, Lin Bei kept these words in his heart, and on the surface he just looked like an ordinary boss, catering to Mr. Wen.
After eating one round, Mr. Wen commented: "Not bad! The chicken soup is rich in flavor, the fish is tender and smooth, and this chicken cake is really a perfect dish. Old man, I have eaten in so many hotels in my life, you are pleased."
Lailou ranks among the top three in my heart."
Mr. Wen is also an old foodie, and Lu Tianhe and Lu Xiaowu couldn't help but show joy in their eyes to be praised by him.
As managers, they value old customers more.
Only Lin Bei suddenly said: "Mr. Wen, have you had your heart problem for some time?"
Mr. Wen nodded: "Yes, I have been taking medicine every year for more than thirty years, but it can only delay the disease, especially in the past few times, the attacks have become more frequent and more severe. Doctor
He also told me that I only have half a year left at most."
After speaking, he smiled and said suddenly: "However, what the doctor said is not quite right. Without you today, I wouldn't even be able to survive for half a year."
Lin Bei listened patiently and then said seriously: "Mr. Wen, actually I can cure your disease."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the sound of chopsticks falling to the ground.
Snap!
Mr. Wen was stunned on the spot, the chopsticks in his hand had disappeared. After being stunned for several seconds, he stared at Lin Bei and said in disbelief: "What did you say? You can cure my disease?"
"That's right." Lin Bei nodded.
Mr. Wen immediately gave a wry smile: "Lin Bei, you are very good, very thoughtful, and have good medical skills. But I have seen many experts, and they said that with the current medical level, there is no way to cure my disease, so I guess
Alright."
Lin Bei said: "The level they talk about must be measured by Western medicine, and it does not mean that Chinese medicine is completely helpless."
"Traditional Chinese medicine?" Mr. Wen frowned: "Lin Bei, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that Chinese medicine has really not achieved much in recent years."
Lin Bei looked calm and continued: "Traditional Chinese medicine is indeed in decline, but it does not mean that it is worse than Western medicine. Didn't I just use acupuncture to save you downstairs?"
Lu Tianhe on the side said: "Mr. Wen, this brother of mine is a real miracle doctor. My leg was broken before and it was a comminuted fracture. Western medicine was completely helpless. Guess what? My brother cured me!"
As he spoke, Lu Tianhe pulled up his trouser legs, revealing his calves covered with horrific scars, and then jumped twice, proving that he was now a completely normal person.
When Mr. Wen took a look, hesitation gradually appeared in his eyes.
At this time, Lin Bei said calmly: "Mr. Wen, if you really don't believe in traditional Chinese medicine, why do you still take a series of traditional Chinese medicines such as ginseng, poria, astragalus, etc."
Mr. Wen's eyes widened after hearing this: "How did you know that I was taking these Chinese medicines?"
Lin Beixin said: "Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, asking and feeling. I have just taken your pulse and treated your illness, and now I know your physical condition very well. Since I can bring you back from hell, of course I can also cure your illness."
"Of course, after all, doctors of our generation are very particular about not knocking on the door, and seeking medical treatment means seeking fate. If you don't believe me, it means you and I don't have this fate, and this matter ends here." He continued.
Hearing this, Mr. Wen's expression changed again and again, and finally he couldn't help but said: "I believe it! I believe you, Lin Bei, please treat me!"