Even if I quit my job, I won't be bothered.

I don’t believe in Lin Feng’s medical skills.

The main reason is that the wrong needle is used.

If you change the needle, people will be willing to do it.

Lin Feng sighed and finally lost interest.

Studying medicine requires time and experience.

This half-toned level is suitable for checking someone's Qi and blood levels.

…

The morning of the 11th.

Guo Yanqiu drove a car, carrying an old man in his seventies, to the door of Lin Feng's courtyard house.

"Teacher, this is where my brother-in-law lives. He said he found the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate. I don't know if he was bragging."

After getting off the car, Guo Yanqiu frowned and said.

She was still brooding over what happened last night when she was wrongly accused by Lin Feng.

The old man smiled and said: "Whether it is true or not, you will know after you take a look."

His name is He Chang, known as He Lao, and he is a well-known figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have become a professor at Yanda.

As soon as Mr. He finished speaking, Lin Feng walked out of the door.

After taking a look at Guo Yanqiu, he stepped forward with a smile, stretched out his hand to Mr. He and said, "Mr. He, I have admired you for a long time!"

He Lao stretched out his hand and shook Lin Feng's hand.

After letting go of his hand, he looked at Lin Feng and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin, your body is really strong!"

After saying that, he gave Lin Feng a thumbs up.

"He please!"
Chapter completed!