Dr. Lin pushed open the door and went straight to the memorial tablet. He looked at it solemnly for a few moments, then took out three incense sticks from the cabinet behind him, lit them, bowed, and silently prayed.

Half an hour later, he reached into the cabinet next to him, fiddled with it for a bit, and suddenly—

"Sauce sauce sauce"

"Creak, creak...creak," and soon a hidden door appeared on the wall behind the memorial tablet.

Dr. Lin took two or three steps forward, turned the memorial tablet, and the hidden door opened silently.

There was no loud noise, only a faint sound that seemed to drift through the room.

First, as soon as the hidden door opened, rows of books came into view. The entire hidden room was filled with books of all kinds and types.

Dr. Lin walked in as if it were a routine, and with practiced ease, opened a box containing miscellaneous items from an inconspicuous corner. Inside were ancient books, records of rare and difficult diseases, books on diseases, and magazines.

Ancient books are as thick as the Xinhua Dictionary; it really takes a lot of effort to find them.

…………

Two days passed quickly.

As expected, Dr. Lin found the cause of the fat man and his companions' incessant convulsions.

Ancient books record that, according to legend, there was a special acupressure technique in ancient times that, when mastered to a certain degree, could render a person completely unconscious, like a controlled puppet. There was also a type of acupressure technique created by a gifted individual, whose effect was almost identical to what Fatty and his friends were experiencing.

Every half hour, he would have a spasm, which was extremely painful and incurable.

In the end, the ancient books only offered no solution.

Of course, the book also specifically states that unless the person who applied the acupressure can undo it, it is wishful thinking for anyone else to do so.

Dr. Lin: "…………".

A fool's dream is nothing but wishful thinking.

Lin Jun: "Is there no other solution?"

"Hehe..." Dr. Lin chuckled dryly, and said coldly and honestly, "He won't die... The best solution is to leave him alone."

After saying that, he left without looking back. He was going to sleep; he had been staying up for two days straight, and his body couldn't take it anymore.

They can't compare to young people.

"Boss, should we still deal with them?" Only Xiao Zhang and Officer Lin Jun remained in place. While waiting for the boss's instructions, Xiao Zhang glanced sideways at the convulsing fat man and the others.

"Didn't you hear what Dr. Lin said? If he's not going to die, we don't need to worry about him." Lin Jun said, his words carrying a heavy weight.

"Oh... okay, okay." Xiao Zhang nodded in agreement.

Lin Jun turned around and looked at the miserable state of Fatty and the others. His face was expressionless, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or unhappy, but he silently thought to himself, "Serves them right."

Xiao Zhang has been following his boss Lin Jun for two years. He knows that his boss is relaxed, and he is happy about that. That's enough for him!

Back at Yingbao's home in the county, everyone was happily eating scrambled eggs, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and braised pork with rice. It was incredibly delicious, a stark contrast to the fat guy and his friends who were locked up in the police station...

"Aww..." Little Mingchen ate with great satisfaction, his mouth full of oil, his belly round and shiny.

Yingbao was also eating heartily. I really can't understand why Jessie kept talking about her back then. Was he not eating well, or not sleeping well, or was he having hormonal imbalance because he didn't have a girlfriend?