Chapter 877 My Mother, I Saw a Real Person

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Lin Fan chatted endlessly with his fellow Taoists, although he couldn't speak without talking, but there was a kind of mother-in-law in his smile.

He was really about to break down.

I can't beat you at Go, I give in, I avoid you, after all, I am considered an expert, so I can't be too ashamed.

But now, in terms of this sword technique, you have completely defeated it again.

Could it be that Patriarch Chunyang has an opinion about him and sent a big boss to educate him?

Just when he didn't talk about the leader and didn't know how to get out, a trail leader hurried over.

"Master, there are several benefactors outside, and one of the female benefactors is seriously ill. I want to ask the master to take a look." The little Taoist said.

Not to mention that Chang Yi didn't hesitate at all when he heard this, he nodded quickly, and could finally leave, he was already afraid of this guy in front of him.

It was too shocking.

Lin Fan returned the long sword to the little Taoist priest, and then said: "Fellow Taoist, I will go with you to have a look."

Not to mention Chang nodded, feeling in his heart that he could win the game again. He is still very confident in medical skills. He has devoted himself to learning medical skills for decades, and he still has great confidence in curing patients.

nave.

Mu Daoxiong waited, he didn't know what the final result would be.

Now the daughter in the wheelchair looks stupid and can't move yet. Thinking about the past, I feel so blocked and panicked.

"master."

"master."

Some young Taoist priests in the inner hall saw that Bu Shuo Zhang was coming, and they all respectfully addressed him.

When Mu Daoxiong saw the person coming, he also nodded secretly. Just from his appearance, he could tell that the person was probably not an ordinary Taoist priest. This kind of ethereal and clean temperament is not something everyone can possess.

"Don't talk about the chief, hello, I'm from Sichuan and Sichuan, my daughter is seriously ill, please ask the Taoist chief for help." Mu Daoxiong begged.

Mu Huimin's mother was even more excited, begging,

"Master Daoist, I beg you, please save my daughter." Afterwards, she was about to bow down.

But he was stopped by the boss, and then nodded.

"Mr. Mu, it will definitely be okay if you don't talk about it." The company's senior management comforted, and now all the hopes are on the leader.

Lin Fan mingled among the little Taoist priests, but he didn't attract others' attention, but he stared at the girl and shook his head.

What a pain.

Such a beautiful girl actually suffers from this disease.

But seeing that Mu Daoxiong and the others are all rich and powerful people, they didn't expect to come to the Dao to see a doctor. It seems that they are forced to have no choice, so they believe this.

At this time, Budaochang inspected it carefully, with a calm expression, then grabbed Mu Huimin's wrist and felt for the pulse quietly.

The brow is sometimes furrowed and sometimes loosened.

This situation made Mu Daoxiong and the others very nervous, and their hearts were like riding a roller coaster, going up and down.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

For the girl's family, it is a kind of suffering.

And 'Don't talk long' also murmured in his heart, it's weird, it's really weird, this illness is really weird, but he didn't give up, because he wanted to win a round in front of this young man and let him experience his medical skills.

This is not tit-for-tat, but to let the other party know that as a Taoist leader, I actually understand a lot of things, and some things are beyond your comprehension.

However, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't think of a countermeasure for the time being. In the end, he let go of his pulse and returned to the table.

Mu Daoxiong wanted to ask, but he held back.

Don't talk about picking up the brush, writing on the white paper, and then handing it to the patient's family.

"This disease is weird, and there is no cure for it."

If it can't be cured, it can't be cured. If you don't talk about it, you won't force it to say that you are sure.

Seeing these eight characters, Mu Daoxiong trembled slightly, and sighed in disappointment, "Thank you, Daoist, for your interruption."

"My daughter." Mu Huimin's mother was crying, feeling pain in her heart.

The little Taoist priests around did not expect this kind of illness to stump the master.

In their impression, apart from those terminal illnesses, there is really no illness that can hinder the master.

The higher-ups also sighed. I didn't expect that there is really no way to cure it. Even the rumored miraculous 'Don't talk about the long' can't do anything. It seems that the lady will also be... hey, but the one in the magic city should be able to wait. Mention it to Mr. Mu afterwards.

Lin Fan stood there watching, seeing that fellow daoist had no choice, his heart skipped a beat.

This is another academic exchange.

It seems that his opportunity to perform has come again.

However, he will not come out to pretend to be compared, but is going to discuss it with fellow Taoists. This academic exchange is the easiest way to get closer.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait." Lin Fan walked out from the crowd.

Not to mention, when Chang heard this, his heart suddenly creaked, and he had a bad premonition.

"Fellow Daoist, in my opinion, this disease is not incurable. Look at this young lady's complexion, although she is slightly pale, but rosy in the white, it is obvious that there is nothing wrong with her body. Somewhere in the brain was damaged, causing it to become like this..."

Lin Fan began to analyze.

Instead of talking about the length, he also listened quietly. He felt that what the young man said made sense. He also thought about it, but he didn't think about it so carefully.

When I heard it now, I was suddenly enlightened, but it was still useless, and I haven't thought of a cure yet.

Mu Daoxiong looked at the young man and couldn't help but feel distressed, "Who are you?"

Before Lin Fan could say anything, the higher-ups stared at Lin Fan, and suddenly exclaimed, "Are you Master Lin from Yunli Street, the capital city?"

"Huh, you know me?" Lin Fan didn't expect that he would be recognized by someone in such a far place.

"I know, how can I not know, I have seen your Weibo." The executive was very excited, and then thanked: "Mr. Mu, this is Master Lin, the genius doctor Lin on Yunli Street. I want to tell you to go to Shanghai if I can’t be cured here, but I didn’t expect Doctor Lin to be here.”

Mu Daoxiong didn't know who Master Lin was, but when he heard the name of this miracle doctor, he couldn't help but wondered. He was called a miracle doctor at a young age?

This is probably impossible.

He was also a little disappointed with the company's senior management. He originally wanted to reprimand him, but at this moment, the bodyguards who followed him also exclaimed.

"Fuck, Master Mordulin, my god, I saw a real person."

"Mr. Mu, Master Lin is amazing, and his medical skills are amazing."

"That's right, the prescription for anorexia was developed by Master Lin under the guidance of his students. With Master Lin here, there must be no problem with Miss's illness."

Hearing the employees praise the young man in front of him so much, Mu Daoxiong couldn't understand.

Lin Fan didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, he would already be known to everyone, which made him very helpless.

Being too famous is not good either.