Judging from the middle-aged man’s clothes, his family is well off and he is not short of money. He eats well and sleeps well at home. He is indeed free for a while.

I was fine before, but a while ago I suddenly felt short of breath, sweating, and dizzy.

"Doctor Yun, I went to the hospital for a checkup. I don't have high blood pressure. Aside from a mild case of fatty liver, everything else is fine. I don't have cervical spondylosis either."

The middle-aged man said to Yun Heng strangely.

When ordinary people encounter this situation, they naturally think it is high blood pressure or cervical spondylosis, but the middle-aged man went to the hospital for a check-up and everything was fine, so he thought it might be a coincidence and did not take it seriously. This time he passed by Xihua City to do some things and was preparing to return to Ningcheng.

"You have a case of hyperactivity."

Yun Heng said something, then stood up and whispered a few words into the middle-aged man's ear.

The middle-aged man looked at Yun Heng after hearing this: "Doctor Yun, is this really the reason?"

"Try it when you get back and you'll know."

Yun Heng nodded.

"I'll go."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but swear.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on?"

"Why are you still so mysterious?"

Yun Heng whispered to the middle-aged man, but the people around him were very anxious. What was the reason?

Others kept asking, but Yun Heng didn't say anything, and neither did the middle-aged man.

Then other people came forward, and Yun Heng continued to treat them, and before they knew it, they arrived in Ningcheng.

A group of people got off the high-speed train. Tian Xiaoya asked Yun Heng curiously, "Yun Heng, what did you whisper to that big brother just now?"

"Big brother is actually a good person."

Yun Heng replied.

Tian Xiaoya: “….”

What the hell is going on?