Lin Han was overjoyed and quickly leaned forward, waving his hands in front of his eyes.
The man's eyeballs moved casually, and his eyes gradually became clear.
It's really improved!
When he was brought in just now, his pupils were a little dilated.
Lin Han had a clue in his mind and gently took out the needle from his heart.
The woman cried for joy, she lay down beside the man, holding his face, and cried.
"Thank you, Boss Lin... Thank you..."
Lin Han put the golden needle aside and said in a deep voice:
"Your husband's life should be fine now, but the hospital can't cure his illness..."
The women prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed violently.
"Please, Boss Lin, please save him!"
“We went to many hospitals, but the doctors couldn’t cure us!”
"He also said that he will definitely die this time. Please save him!"
Lin Han was a little hesitant.
"I'm not a doctor. If I can't save you, you can blackmail me. Forget it!"
He told the truth.
The woman also knew that she had gone too far.
He quickly explained that he said the wrong thing because he was too anxious.
However, Lin Han still did not agree.
After a while, 120 doctors and nurses arrived.
Although the man had regained his strength, he was still extremely weak.
The woman didn't have time to beg Lin Han for help and got into the ambulance with the man.
Lin Han, Shen Nianyi and Mr. Zhang didn't finish packing until around seven or eight in the evening.
After Shen Nianyi left, Lin Han and Mr. Zhang found a restaurant to eat.
After three rounds of drinks, Mr. Zhang suddenly asked Lin Han.
"Do you want to promote the Xuantong Body Tempering Technique?"
Lin Han didn't quite understand.
“How to carry it forward?”
Mr. Zhang replied: "Do you know the Seven Injuries Theory?"
Theory of Seven Injuries?
Of course I know.
"Treatise on Seven Injuries" is a medical masterpiece that is as famous as other medical books such as "Compendium of Materia Medica" and "Treatise on Febrile Diseases".
At one point, the Theory of Seven Injuries was even more valuable than the Compendium of Materia Medica.
But by the Ming Dynasty, the Treatise on the Seven Injuries was lost, and even some of its rubbings among the people disappeared.
There was a rumor at the time that a certain imperial physician was jealous of the talent of the author of the "Seven Injuries Treatise", so he burned all the copies of the "Seven Injuries Treatise".
It is precisely because of the disappearance of the Treatise on Seven Injuries that Compendium of Materia Medica and Treatise on Febrile Diseases became famous and have been passed down for centuries.
Lin Han knew all this purely out of curiosity.
I originally thought it was just some unofficial history and legend.
Unexpectedly, I heard it again from Mr. Zhang.
"In fact, a copy of the Seven Wounds Theory was also passed down in my Zhang family!"
"Really? That's great! Mr. Zhang, you are worth a lot of money!"
Lin Han couldn't help but congratulate Mr. Zhang.
Although I don't know the specific content of the Seven Injuries Theory, its fame makes it absolutely priceless.
[The Picture of the Competition for the Flag at Jinming Lake], together with the Theory of Seven Injuries, these two items will definitely be enough for Mr. Zhang to live on for the rest of his life.
"With the Seven Injuries Theory, you, Mr. Zhang, don't have to live such a poor life anymore."
Mr. Zhang looked at Lin Han, shook his head and smiled.
"Do you think I don't know how to sell things for money?"
His words piqued Lin Han's interest.
In fact, Lin Han already had doubts.
Although Zhang Rui's family gradually declined, when it came to Old Zhang, their house still had countless old cultural relics.
If he sold any one of them, Mr. Zhang's life would definitely not be as poor as it is now.
But why didn't he do that?
"Actually, it's also my own selfish desire. Seeing my family declining, I want to leave some for my descendants..."
Mr. Zhang took a sip of wine and said self-deprecatingly, "I never thought that I would live to this age without even having a wife, let alone having children and grandchildren!"
"Besides, I'm already buried up to my neck in the dirt, how much money can I spend? I can't bear to sell the things left by my ancestors!"
That does make sense.
Lin Han nodded and casually moved the mushroom soup brought by the waiter to Mr. Zhang's side.
"Then don't sell it. If you run out of money, tell me and stay in my store and be my manager!"
Lin Han was telling the truth.
After just two days of getting along, he had already seen that Mr. Zhang was no ordinary person.
He has a broad vision and experience, stays calm in critical moments, and is neither humble nor arrogant.
Not only does it suit Lin Han's temper, but it also suits Lin Han's needs.
His antique shop had just opened and he was looking for someone more experienced.
Mr. Zhang is the best candidate, except that he is a little old.
Zhang Lao stared at Lin Han in a daze and asked in a low voice: "Are you really willing to let me stay in the store?"
Lin Han didn't take it seriously, nodded, and picked up some food for him with the serving chopsticks.
"I am willing. An old person in the family is like a treasure. My parents don't understand these things..."
"real?"
Mr. Zhang's voice trembled and he looked at Lin Han with trembling pupils.
Only then did Lin Han realize that he looked very excited, with surprise and joy in his eyes, and his sunken eye sockets were filled with tears.
well!
This old man!
Lin Han couldn't help but be moved.
"You are in my shop, so I am actually taking advantage of you. Your knowledge is far superior to mine, and I couldn't ask for more!"
Mr. Zhang knew that Lin Han was afraid that he was being too suspicious.
No matter how knowledgeable or powerful he is, he is still an old man in his sixties.
Who wants to keep it in the store?
"Lin Han, I want to give you the Seven Injuries Theory."
Lin Han didn't react at first, then he exclaimed.
"Mr. Zhang, it's good enough that you let me sell this on consignment. Are you giving it to me?"
Elder Zhang pressed his hands together, indicating that he should listen to him:
"I have no children, no relatives in this world... I originally thought that these things of mine would be buried with me, but... I met you."
He continued:
"No matter what the item is, no matter how much it is worth, as long as it is put to good use, it is worth it. You understand the Xuantong Body Refining Technique and have the golden needles, so this book on the Seven Injuries is most suitable for you."
Lin Han wanted to refuse, but Mr. Zhang said, "I'm not giving it to you for nothing... I want... I want..."
He opened his mouth several times, but in the end no words came out.
Lin Han understood what he meant and nodded in agreement without waiting for him to finish.
"Mr. Zhang, I don't want your Seven Injuries Theory. Just stay in the store as long as you want. When you are too old to walk anymore, I will take care of you until the end of your life!"
"Hey! Hey! Good!"
Mr. Zhang picked up the wine glass, drank it all, then lowered his head and did not raise it again for a long time.
The next day, Tianyou Hospital.
Department of Endocrinology, consultation room.
The director of Tianyou Hospital, professors and experts of the endocrinology department, as well as experts and professors from several hospitals in Siping City sat around the conference table.
At the table, two well-dressed men, with gloomy faces, stared at the dean.
The gray-haired elder among them questioned the dean:
"I heard you just received a patient whose symptoms are exactly the same as my grandson's!"
"Why can he be cured but my grandson can't?"
The dean felt very uncomfortable and reached out to wipe the sweat from his head.
"Mr. Yan, it's not that we don't want to treat your grandson...it's just that this disease is too rare..."
He hesitated.
"That patient had already treated himself at home when he came."
Old Yan raised his eyelids, his eyes shining with brilliance.
"You mean, he got better because of the treatment he received at home?"
The dean nodded timidly and glanced at the old man.