Zongwu: Open a clinic in Xueyue City and become a saint by curing diseases!

"Yes, Ye Lin is just a teenager."

"I'm wondering if my father is lying to me."

"How could Ye Lin's medical skills be better than the King of Medicine?"

"Even if he has been learning since the womb, he can't be so powerful."

"Besides, I tell you, Sister Ye, Ye Lin's martial arts are very strong."

"I just wanted to beat him up, but he easily defeated me, and... and he teased me, hum!"

Sikong Qianluo was like a little grudge woman who was angry.

She kept complaining.

She gestured while talking, as if she was distracted.

Ye Ruoyi saw it clearly,

but she felt that something was wrong with Sikong Qianluo.

It seemed that... Qianluo said she was unhappy, but she was not unhappy?

She couldn't figure it out, but she had other doubts.

"Why did you beat Ye Lin?" Ye Ruoyi asked.

"Because he beat up my dad." Sikong Qianluo pouted unhappily.

"..."

Ye Ruoyi suspected that she had heard wrongly.

Ye Lin, beat up the Third City Lord?

Where is this? !

However, her mind was very clear, and she said softly, "There must be some misunderstanding. The Third City Lord is very powerful and will not be bullied."

"Probably."

Sikong Qianluo sighed and changed the subject.

"Sister Ye, I said before that your disease can be cured, and I may disappoint you. With Ye Lin's young appearance, how can he cure your disease?!"

"I'll talk to my dad, don't let Ye Lin treat you."

"It's okay if he can't cure it, but I'm afraid he will cause trouble."

"Let's wait for Senior Medicine King to come."

Sikong Qianluo didn't trust Ye Lin's medical skills at all.

However, Ye Ruoyi was very open-minded and comforted him, "It's okay. If it can't be cured, then it can't be cured. Let him try. After all, he is the disciple of the King of Medicine."

"Sister Ye, aren't you afraid that he is a quack?"

Ye Ruoyi shook her head and explained, "Think about it, the King of Medicine hasn't come for such a long time. I guess he didn't plan to come. The King of Medicine didn't come, but his disciple did. This shows that the King of Medicine trusts Ye Lin very much. Even the King of Medicine trusts Ye Lin's medical skills, what else can I doubt?"

Sikong Qianluo thought about it carefully.

That's right.

So he didn't say anything more.

The two women talked for a long time, until the sun set in the west.

The maid reported that Sikong Changfeng came with people.

Ye Ruoyi and Sikong Qianluo looked at each other.

Then he ordered, "Please come in."

After a while,

Ye Lin and Sikong Changfeng walked in.

Seeing Ye Lin's appearance with her own eyes, Ye Ruoyi was still surprised even though she had been mentally prepared. Ye Lin was indeed so young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, younger than her. "Third City Lord." Ye Ruoyi bowed respectfully, and then looked at Ye Lin, "This is the descendant of the King of Medicine - Mr. Ye Lin." "Just call me Ye Lin." Ye Lin nodded slightly. "Anyway, I won't call you uncle, don't even think about being conceited!" Sikong Qianluo snorted and turned his head away. "Qianluo..." Sikong Changfeng was a little helpless. Compared with Ye Lin's decent and generous, Sikong Qianluo did seem a little childish. It was not obvious before, but it was very obvious in front of Ye Lin. "Ye Lin, don't bother with Qianluo, this little girl has a hot temper." Ye Lin smiled faintly and didn't take it to heart. Instead, he looked at Ye Ruoyi, "Miss Ye, can I feel your pulse first?"

"Yes."

Ye Ruoyi invited Ye Lin to sit at the table.

The zither had been moved away by the servants, and a pulse pillow was placed on it.

She then consciously placed her hand on the pulse pillow.

The palm was as smooth as cream, the fingers were slender, and the outlines were clear, as delicate as porcelain, which made people sigh.

However, Ye Lin was not a flower maniac.

He was a doctor.

Pressing two fingers on the pulse,

quietly feeling the pulsation of Ye Ruoyi's heart.

After a while, he withdrew his hand.

"Mr. Ye, how is the situation?"

Ye Ruoyi still had some expectations.

"Better than expected, although the heart pulse is incomplete, it is full of activity, and can stimulate its own potential through external stimulation, so as to complete self-repair."

Ye Ruoyi seemed to understand.

But she understood one thing: "There is hope!"

It's just difficult, not like other doctors who are helpless!

"Can it be cured, Mr. Ye?"

Ye Ruoyi looked at Ye Lin expectantly.

Ye Lin smiled and said, "100% sure, it will be completely eradicated in five days."

It's not that he is bragging.

But this disease is really not a problem for him.

Especially with Bei Ming SilverAfter the needle, it is even easier.

Because the Beiming silver needle can penetrate deep into the body, destroy from the inside out, and then stimulate its own repair ability.

The reason why other doctors can't do it.

Because they don't have the Beiming silver needle, they can't perform deep treatment,

and have enough delicate surgical operation ability.

And the most important reason is:

The heart has the ability to self-repair after being damaged,

Other doctors don't know,

But Ye Lin knows!

"The self-repairability of the heart" belongs to the content of modern medicine,

For doctors in this world, it is indeed a bit beyond the scope.

So,

Even the disease that the King of Medicine Xin Baicao is helpless, he can be 100% sure.

"Really?!"

Ye Ruoyi was excited.

Congenital heart failure since childhood.

Fighting against fate until now is very tiring.

She has thought about giving up many times.

But thinking of her father's concern, she still gritted her teeth and got through it.

The disease that had accompanied her for nearly twenty years,

now finally saw the dawn of cure.

How could she not be excited.

"Ye Lin, can you be so sure?"

Sikong Changfeng was excited, but also a little worried.

Sikong Qianluo also looked at Ye Lin with shining eyes and smiled happily, "Ye Lin, if you can cure Sister Ye, I can promise to go shopping with you."

"Qianluo——"

Sikong Changfeng frowned.

Sikong Qianluo closed his mouth in grievance.

Ye Ruoyi looked at Sikong Qianluo, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

As if she saw through something.

"Really."

Ye Lin said softly, "It's just that the treatment process may be a little difficult to talk about."

"What's wrong?" Ye Ruoyi was puzzled.

"You are born with a weak heart pulse,"

"But, heart pulse, heart pulse, there is a heart and a pulse."

"The heart is in the private part, and the pulse is all over the body."

"So..."

"Whether to treat or not is up to you."

Ye Lin did not say anything more.

But Ye Ruoyi had understood.

Her face flushed instantly.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Ye Lin.

Even Sikong Changfeng was a little embarrassed, not knowing how to start.

Only Sikong Qianluo looked at the three people with different expressions, with a blank face, "What are you talking about? Can you finish your words?"

No one answered Sikong Qianluo.

But,

After a long silence,

Ye Ruoyi took a deep breath,

raised her head, her face still flushed.

But her eyes were much firmer, "Mr. Ye, I will treat it!"