Ning Boran was startled!

Turn around immediately!

"What? The old Chinese medicine doctor is a Taoist priest?"

Lu Chi laughed and said, "Can't an old Chinese medicine doctor be a Taoist priest? All doctors and Taoists are one family. Come here, let me take your pulse!"

Although Ning Bairan was still not quite convinced, the mysterious text message he received made him unconsciously walk over to Lu Chi's side.

Lu Chi had him sit on the flower bed and began to take his pulse.

It turned out she had AIDS, in its early stages, and had about three years to live.

"Doctor, is there any cure for my illness?"

Lu Chi said easily, "This is only the initial stage. Based on your illness, you were probably infected last month. You have about three years left to live, but if I give you acupuncture, I can cure you in 10 minutes."

Ning Bairan naturally did not believe Lu Chi's words.

He wanted to believe he could be cured, after all, he wanted to live. But the thought that this was a problem that even the world's medical experts couldn't solve—how could an old Taoist priest possibly cure him in 10 minutes?

"Old doctor, this disease is incurable worldwide. Are you sure you can cure it in 10 minutes?"

Lu Chi stroked his white beard, not answering Ning Bairan's question, but instead smiled calmly:

"Young man, why do you think I treated you? Of course, it's to cure you and promote it as a success story. Otherwise, no one in this world would believe in my medical skills, just like you are now."

Ning Boran, desperate as ever, said, "Alright, then go ahead and administer the acupuncture."

Since it's incurable anyway, and they're not charging me for acupuncture, I'll let them try.