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Under the influence of time, no matter how big the grief was, it would gradually disappear from his memory. Although he would still feel waves of pain when he recalled it, it would not affect his current life at all.

After the incident with Lin Jin, it took Lin Zhenbang a while to recover from his dazed state. However, because of Lin Jin, the Lin Family and the Tan Family became closer and closer.

It was another spring day. Inside the west side of the, Lin Zhenbang and Talking about the Old Man were sitting in the courtyard, deep in thought while facing a game of chess. The soft and beautiful sunlight shone through the dense leaves of the wutong tree onto the board in front of them.

"Pah!"

"General!" "Haha, Old Master, you won't be able to escape this time." At this time, it was Lin Zhenbang's turn to start thinking. After pondering for a while, he suddenly found a wondrous chess piece, and immediately picked up a chess piece, landing on the Go board with a loud and clear voice.

Talking about the Old Man squinted his eyes at first, then leaned over to take a closer look, discovering that it was indeed a killing machine, he could only put down the pieces in his hands that had been eaten long ago, he shook his head and laughed bitterly: "I am not in a good condition today, it seems I can't win against you."

His white hair fluttered in the warm wind, giving off a rare glow. "Yesterday I lost three rounds in a row, and today you lost three rounds in a row against me, making it a draw. Haha, it's almost noon, how about we finish dinner before we fight?"

"En!" Talking about the Old Man thought for a moment, then said: "It's time for Little Chen to go to school. You two can eat at my place today. I'll get Little Hai to fetch him over."

"Alright then!" As a man, although Lin Zhenbang cooked two small dishes, the taste was not good. He was also not willing to hire a chef. Therefore, it was common for the father and son pair to dabble in Talking about the Old Man.

Just as they were about to get up, Zhou Hai suddenly rushed in from outside. Seeing the two of them, Zhou Hai's face changed as he anxiously said: "Old Gramps, Mr. Lin. Earlier, the school called and said that Lin Chen had fainted in class. "

"What?"

Lin Zhenbang stood up abruptly with a face full of shock. Lin Jin's matter had already caused him to be exhausted mentally and physically. If something were to happen to his only son, he really wouldn't dare to imagine.

calmed down a little, stood up and immediately asked: "What exactly happened? Say it clearly. "

Zhou Hai hurriedly told him everything he knew. It turned out that he was in the fourth period, which was the last lesson of the morning. The teacher wanted to wake Lin Chen up and tell him to answer questions, but after shouting a few times, he actually did not wake up at all. The teacher thought that Lin Chen had done it on purpose and anxiously walked down the podium. He wanted to wake him up, but when he turned his face over, he realized that his face had already turned ashen and had fainted. Of course. He had been sent to a nearby hospital, but he didn't know what the result would be.

After hearing the news, the two of them did not have time to think, and immediately got Zhou Hai to take a carriage to the hospital where Lin Chen was at.

In the emergency ward, a few doctors were anxiously walking around. On the sickbed on the side, Lin Chen's face was already ashen, his eyes tightly shut. He was completely unconscious.

The attending physician, Doctor Wang, was a very famous doctor in the hospital. He had been in this profession for more than 10 years, and was extremely experienced, but it was the first time he had seen a case like Lin Chen. There was no other reason other than the fact that while Lin Chen was lying on this sickbed, the entire hospital could not do anything to him. None of it works. If you injected the needle, the needle would be bent. None of them could pierce him, and the picture, except for the darkness, was so bizarre that he could not see what was going on inside him.

If someone else hadn't told him that the patient was a relative of an influential figure in the city, Dr. Wang would probably have dissected him and looked at him. However, because of this, he became restless. If this patient had not been sent to this hospital, then it would have been alright. Now that he had been sent to this hospital, it was his turn to treat him. If there were any problems, then the consequences would be unbearable for a mere doctor.

While he was lost in his thoughts, a voice suddenly rang out from the side. "Doctor Wang, quickly come over and take a look. There seems to be something abnormal with the patient's body."

"Oh? "What's the situation?" Hearing that something was amiss, Dr. Wang let go of his thoughts and quickly walked over. Looking at his body, the ashen look on Lin Chen's face slowly disappeared, but on his four limbs and a few parts of his chest, a small protrusion suddenly appeared. It followed a fixed path from slow to fast moving, looking extremely strange.

If those who studied Chinese medicine saw the paths of these small protrusions, they would be able to tell at a glance that they were moving according to the human body's meridians, but those present were all western doctors. If it were organs, blood vessels and nerves, they would still be able to distinguish them. However, according to the meridian study of traditional Chinese medicine, it was something that they despised and did not put in their eyes. Moreover, even a few doctors who had studied a little were panicking when they saw this strange scene, how could they have imagined that this would be related to traditional Chinese medicine.

At this moment, the emergency room door suddenly creaked open. Under normal circumstances, only the people inside could open the door. Even the president, who possessed all the keys to the hospital, had to inform the people inside to enter. All the doctors in the room, who did not know what to do, were affected by the sound of the voice. Without knowing what happened, they all turned towards the door and were surprised to find that the person standing there was actually a young man wearing a simple shirt.

Could it be that the door wasn't tightly shut? Doctor Wang thought of this possibility and quickly reprimanded, "Who are you? This is an emergency room that is affecting our treatment. Can you bear the responsibility?"

However, the young man only revealed a faint smile when he heard his words. He said to them, "I've come to help treat your patients."