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"I can't tell!"

After a while, Qin Lin stood up with an apologetic face and apologized to the old man.

Hearing Qin Lin say that, the old man was not too disappointed. His gaze landed on Chen Xue and asked with a smile: "Girl, this old man's old bones are up to you. "I know that you've already seen through it. Just speak your mind."

Did she see it?

Qin Lin was slightly taken aback, and looked at Chen Xue with some suspicion. Since he could see it, why did this woman want him to go to her channel? Was she sincerely making things difficult for him?

Thinking of this, Qin Lin felt a burst of unhappiness in his heart. However, considering the presence of an outsider, he did not flare up. He thought to himself, he must ask Chen Xue about this in a while, otherwise, it would be too depressing.

In the face of the old man's blunt words, Chen Xue pursed her lips, and after a moment, said indifferently: "Old Master, I indeed saw something. However, she was not completely sure. Right now, I can only open up a house to help you suppress this situation. If you want to eradicate this situation, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult. "

Hearing this, the elder's face flashed with disappointment, but he quickly returned to his normal calm demeanor. At his age, he had already seen the road of life and death very clearly. If not for the things he could not let go of, he would not have rushed all the way to Kunjiang City.

"As long as I can suppress it. I want to ask one more question. How much time does this old man have left to live?"

"Half a year!"

Chen Xue thought for a moment, and added, "If I were to continue injecting more Western medicine, it would probably only be for four months. "So …"

Chen Xue did not finish the sentence, but the old man seemed to already understand. Two years ago, after discovering that there was something wrong with his body, he went around looking for medicine, and in the end, in order for him to be able to endure for a longer period of time, she had to inject a forbidden western medicine over a long period of time, exhausting all the potential in his body. Therefore, even at the end of her road, his face still looked hard and her complexion was rosy and envious.

However, how could he not know that the continuous infusion of that kind of medicine would only cause him to fall even faster?

"Got it, thank you little girl! I didn't come here for nothing!"

With that, the old man seemed to relax a bit. He stood up, nodded at Qin Lin, then turned and walked out the door. His gait was steady and powerful like a dragon or tiger, and he didn't seem like someone who was obsessed with disease at all.

"I'm a bit tired. There are two more left, I'll leave them to you!"

whispered to the old man after he left. After saying that, without waiting for Qin Lin's reaction, he immediately turned and went upstairs, leaving Qin Lin all alone, in a daze.

"Brother Qin, I didn't expect you to be able to diagnose illnesses on the first day of work. Truly amazing!"

Lan Meng walked over and looked at Qin Lin with envy. She had always envied her sister for her miraculous medical skills. It was a pity that despite having been by the latter's side for such a long time, she was still far from reaching the level of a physician.

"What's so amazing about that!"

Qin Lin felt a little sour, and then he sat down on the chair and indicated for Lan Meng to call the next patient. Soon, a middle-aged man with a rectangular face dressed in a black suit walked in. When he saw Qin Lin sitting behind the table, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Little brother, is Dr. Chen no longer around?"

"I'm going to see a doctor today, sit down first!"

F * ck, do you know how to speak? Didn't you see me sitting here and asking someone else? Could it be that you only have Chen Xue in your eyes? Qin Lin felt unwell in his heart, he sized him up, then asked: "How long has it been?"

"Ah, how long?"

The square-faced man was shocked by Qin Lin's question, his face full of suspicions.

"Let me ask you, when did this not start?"

Qin Lin grumpily explained, not worried at all about the other party's face. If he didn't raise his hand, it would be a great shame and humiliation for a man. Fortunately, there were only Qin Lin and Lan Meng in the shop, and no one else. Otherwise, the other party would be so embarrassed that they would want to find a hole to hide in.

Even so, his squarish face darkened. His eyes flickered, spitting out flames of anger. He looked at Qin Lin with eyes full of danger. After a while, as if realizing he had lost his composure, he smiled bitterly and said, "It has been more than half a year. Half a year ago, I had a car accident. I didn't expect it to turn out like this." Little brother, is this a mental illness of mine?

This man was very smart. Qin Lin being able to see through his secret with a glance had already made him very surprised. After calming down, he dared not hide anything and said honestly.

Mental illness?

Qin Lin sneered, and said indifferently: "If you feel like you're mentally ill, you can go see a therapist. Why are you here? It's been half a year, right? How about this, I'll write a prescription.

While speaking, Qin Lin picked up a brush on the corner of the table, and asked Lan Meng to write down a prescription on a piece of paper. Qin Lin's calligraphy had been trained by the old man. Although it could not be compared with the great calligraphers in history, it was still much better than the average person's calligraphy.

The strokes were smooth and natural. Each character was filled with a sense of elegance, giving off an indescribable sense of beauty.

"Alright, next!"

After passing the prescription to Lan Meng casually, Qin Lin leaned back, half squinting her eyes as she waited for the last patient.

The last patient only appeared after the square-faced man had grabbed the medicine and left. The patient was a little girl of about ten. His face was covered by a white cloth. There were quite a few red rashes on the half of his face that was leaking outside. It was as if he was allergic to something.

"Little sister, can you take off your mask to have a look?"

Qin Lin sized up the little girl, then laughed gently. At first, the little girl was hesitant, but in the end, she took off the white silk that Qin Lin had requested.

After a series of serious examination, Qin Lin determined that the little girl had contracted a skin disease that was not very common. For ordinary hospitals, this was indeed a thorny problem, but Qin Lin had seen this kind of symptom before, and knew how to treat it, so he quickly wrote down the prescription and gave it to Lan Meng.

Then he thought about the scars on the little girl's face. He wrote another prescription that could quickly remove scars before ending the consultation. The people who had been standing in line outside left in groups of twos and threes, disappointed.

only saw five patients a day, so anyone who came here to seek medical help under this rule was very clear about this rule. Even if they continued to wait, there wouldn't be any result. Since that was the case, there was no need to wait for death.