Under the leadership of Zheng Hao, Lin Bei walked into the courtyard.
Go through a long corridor and come to a two-story building.
At this time, the door of the building has been opened.
A middle-aged man wearing a black tunic suit was waiting.
"Doctor Lin, this is Mr. Gu's adopted son Zhao Gui. He will take you to see Mr. Gu."
Zheng Hao looked at Lin Bei enviously.
In fact, he also wanted to see the old man.
It's a pity that he can only come here and is not qualified to go in anymore.
"Hello, Mr. Zhao."
Lin Bei smiled and nodded.
"Doctor Lin, I'm sorry to trouble you this time."
Zhao Gui also smiled and spoke.
"this way please."
Both the voice and the intonation give people a feeling of spring breeze.
After saying that, he led the way to a room in the two-story building.
This room is fifty or sixty square meters in size.
The decoration and layout are antique, even the furniture.
However, a lot of medical equipment is placed inside.
There was a snow-white hospital bed in the middle, and an old man with gray hair lay on the hospital bed.
The old man's face looked haggard, his eye sockets were sunken, and his breathing was very slow.
At this moment, he has fallen into a coma.
There are also some doctors and nurses doing daily care.
"Divine Doctor Lin, this is Master Gu. You can go for a diagnosis or check the relevant cases. No matter whether you have any solution or not, we hope you can tell the truth."
Zhao Gui's voice was a little deep.
As the adopted son of the ancient master, he felt very heavy at the moment.
Although he is just an adopted son, after spending decades together, he has long been no different from his biological son.
"Don't worry, I won't lie."
Lin Bei nodded, immediately stepped forward and carefully looked at the ancient man's face.
After a while, he lifted up the quilt and put his fingers on a bony wrist.
Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, asking and feeling.
All of this is actually feeling the pulse, which is the most important step.
A person's pulse doesn't lie.
Any problem in the body will be reflected through the pulse.
Some doctors are not good at studying and cannot find out the problem by taking the pulse, but it does not mean that taking the pulse is useless.
As he continued to feel his pulse, Lin Bei's expression gradually became serious.
This ancient man's health was really in such bad shape that he was almost at the end of his life.
If he doesn't get proper treatment, he may only have less than half a month to live.
Afterwards, Lin Bei stopped taking his pulse and examined the old man's body in detail, confirming his judgment again.
"Doctor Lin, how are you doing? Can you treat me?"
Seeing Lin Bei carefully smoothing the corner of the old man's quilt, Zhao Gui asked impatiently.
The old man's condition is getting worse and worse.
The doctor at the nursing home had already made a diagnosis and notified the family.
It was Zhao Gui who refused to accept this result and asked someone to find Lin Bei.
Even if there was only one chance in ten thousand, he would give it a try.
"Did Mr. Gu have an injury to his chest when he was young, and did it also damage his lungs? Have you had problems with your lungs over the years?"
Lin Bei pondered for a moment and then asked.
"Yes, the old man was injured before he retired from the army and entered politics. After that, his body got rid of the root cause of the disease. These years, he has been barely able to control it."
"I just didn't expect that this attack would be so fast and violent."
Zhao Gui nodded solemnly, but his eyes ignited a glimmer of hope.
From this diagnosis alone, we can see that Lin Bei does have a problem.
Maybe it can really cure the old man.
"I need a 30-year-old wild ginseng. The older the better."
Lin Bei made his request.
"No problem, I'll arrange for someone to pick it up right away."
Zhao Gui agreed without hesitation.
It may be difficult for ordinary people to find 30-year-old wild ginseng.
But for the old man, it was just a matter of words.
Soon, an old wild ginseng was brought.
Lin Bei took a look and saw that this old mountain ginseng was forty or fifty years old, and nodded slightly, indicating to stay.
"I'm going to give the old man an acupuncture, please everyone please leave this room for the time being."
"How does this work?"
"We are the old man's personal medical staff and must stay with him 24 hours a day."
"We disagree."
Several medical staff immediately raised objections and did not agree with Lin Bei giving the old man acupuncture.
They didn't know Lin Bei's origins. If the old man was cured, who would be responsible?
"You follow the instructions of Divine Doctor Lin. If anything goes wrong, I will be responsible for it." Zhao Gui shouted in a deep voice.
"But……"
There were two other doctors who refused to compromise and wanted to persist.
But after being glared at by Zhao Gui, he could only sigh and walked out of the room with the others dejectedly.
The old man has no other heirs.
Zhao Gui is responsible for everything.
"Divine Doctor Lin, the ancient master depends entirely on you. I am outside the room, waiting for your good news."
Zhao Gui looked at Lin Bei again, his eyes full of expectation.
"I will definitely try my best."
Lin Bei nodded.
Soon, Zhao Gui walked out of the room, turning back three times, and closed the door.
When he was the only one left in the room, Lin Bei took out a utensil and placed it on the table.
Then, holding the old wild ginseng in both hands and placing it on the vessel, a stream of true energy surged out.
The old wild ginseng was squeezed by the true energy, and a little thick juice dripped on the vessel.
After a while, the whole old wild ginseng became shriveled as if it had been squeezed by a juicer.
In the vessel, there were dozens of milliliters of thick old wild ginseng juice.
Lin Bei poured the juice into the ancient man's mouth and pinched his nose.
"Grrrrrr!"
The old man unconsciously swallowed all the juice of the old wild ginseng.
These juices are the essence of old wild ginseng and have very powerful vitality.
Most people don't know how to use it. If they take it directly, it will only lead to a situation where the deficiency is not replenished.
It may even make the condition worse.
But for Lin Bei, this is not a problem, but a step that must be done.
The old man's body was almost exhausted and was in urgent need of replenishing his vitality.
Later, Lin Bei opened the old man's clothes on his chest, revealing his bony chest.
Chichichichichi...
A phantom flashed by, and Lin Bei inserted a silver needle into the big hole on the old man's chest with great precision.
Then, keep twisting the tail of the silver needle with your thumb and index finger.
Wisps of true energy passed through the silver needle and were continuously fed into the ancient master's body.
