Sure enough, Mr. Yan’s face was filled with anger. He slammed the table and stood up angrily.

More than a dozen experts and professors at the scene were so frightened that they trembled all over and remained silent.

"Are you kidding? None of you experts can do anything about it, and he can be cured at home?"

"Tell me, why don't you treat my grandson?"

"My Yan family supports more than a dozen of your hospitals. Is there any machine or office building here that I, Yan Qingshan, have not paid for?"

"How dare you refuse to treat my grandson?"

Even though this old man is in his sixties or seventies, he speaks with great energy.

In such a large office, one could hear a pin drop, and no one dared to make a sound.

The dean pushed the issue and seeing Yan Qingshan was silent, he explained:

"Mr. Yan, saving the dying and healing the wounded is the doctor's duty. Let alone you, Mr. Yan, even if it's an ordinary citizen who comes in, we will do our best to rescue him...but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that your grandson's disease is indeed rare. If we hadn't treated this middle-aged patient, there wouldn't be a similar case in the whole country!"

The dean spoke earnestly, and other experts and professors also echoed him in a low voice.

Only then did Yan Qingshan sit down again.

"If he can get better, my grandson should be able to too!"

The dean looked embarrassed.

Didn't he also want to cure Yan Qingshan's grandson?

But... my skills are not as good as others!

Not to mention their hospital, even all the Grade A hospitals in Siping City, including the external experts, didn't know how to start.

In fact, they studied the middle-aged man's condition for a long time but could not come up with an effective treatment plan.

The dean's mind was working quickly.

"Mr. Yan, how about this? Let's go find that patient together. Maybe he really knows the treatment plan."

Yan Qingshan made a prompt decision and pointed to the dean and several other experts.

"You, all of you, go together!"

"Hey! Okay, Mr. Yan!"

Several people in white coats hurriedly followed Mr. Yan and his son to the endocrine ward.

In ward 504.

A middle-aged man was lying on the bed.

He looked pale and haggard, and was very thin.

However, judging from his eyes and mental state, he is doing pretty well.

Sitting in front of the bed was his wife, a middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged couple was surprised at the arrival of the dean and his entourage.

The dean stated his purpose and asked the middle-aged woman if he could introduce the doctor who treated her husband to Mr. Yan.

The woman looked at Mr. Yan and the others shrewdly and said with embarrassment: "It's not easy for us to find that doctor. Besides... my husband's illness is not completely cured yet."

The dean immediately understood and said that as long as the woman was willing to make the recommendation, he would waive all hospital expenses for her husband.

"You guys go to Shuangmulin to find Lin Han! He gave my man an injection and he came back to life!"

What?

"Only one injection?"

The woman nodded.

"right."

The experts frowned and shook their heads, absolutely not believing it.

"impossible!"

"This disease is an endocrine disease. It is absolutely impossible to cure it with just one injection."

"What boss Lin? From the antique shop? Don't talk nonsense! Old Yan's grandson has the same disease as your husband! If you are wrong, you must take responsibility!"

When the middle-aged woman saw their attitude, she immediately quit.

"I'm telling you the truth! Dean, you have to waive the bill for me!"

"It's free, definitely free."

The dean said this and left the ward with Elder Yan and the others.

The experts talked a lot and advised Mr. Yan not to believe it.

Old Yan's brows were deeply furrowed, his face as gloomy as water.

His grandson has been in the hospital for more than a month and has been in the intensive care unit.

If it weren’t for the machines and nutrient solution used to keep him alive every day, the eight-year-old grandson might have died long ago!

This month.

The Yan family mobilized all their connections.

We have invited experts from Shanghai, Beijing, Europe, the United States, and even our daily lives.

But no one dared to agree to treatment.

They couldn't even determine what disease their grandson had.

The Yan family has had a single-line family for three generations, but when it comes to the grandson, he dies young?

They really don't want to accept this reality.

When he was in pain and confusion, the hospital suddenly admitted the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's symptoms were exactly the same as his grandson's.

They were all vomiting blood, were thin and dry, with stiff limbs, and dark blue blood vessels like tree branches could be seen in some parts of their chest, abdomen, arms and legs.

The most incredible thing is that this middle-aged man is in better condition than his grandson.

Nowadays, people say that it was the owner of an antique shop who treated it.

"No matter what she says, I'm going to try it!"

Old Yan said with a sullen face.

The experts and doctors no longer dared to speak, but they kept complaining as they followed the Yan family to the Shuangmulin Antique Shop.

"We are experts from a top-level hospital, and now we have to learn how to treat diseases from an antique shop owner?"

Another director motioned for him to be quiet.

"We just need to watch! Yan Qingshan is going to let that Lin guy treat him anyway, so we can just relieve him!"

Half an hour later, three black business cars slowly stopped in front of Shuangmulin Antique Shop.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Qingshan, his son, and daughter-in-law got out of the car.

The second car was carrying Director Li from Siping First Hospital and four or five experts.

The third car carried professors and experts in endocrinology from other hospitals.

A group of more than a dozen people entered Lin Han's antique shop.

Lin Han and Mr. Zhang were sitting on the sofa drinking tea, while Shen Nianyi was resting her chin on her hand and swiping her phone.

The three were a little surprised when suddenly a group of strangers rushed in.

The dean spoke first: "Excuse me, who is Mr. Lin Han?"

Lin Han stood up.

"I am."

The experts behind the dean only let out a light "oh" and showed a look of disdain and ridicule.

They thought that the man who could convince the middle-aged woman so much, and who was also the owner of an antique shop and a doctor, must be an old man!

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a handsome young man.

Looking at Lin Han's appearance, he seems a little naive to be a doctor, let alone a boss!

Their reaction surprised Lin Han a little. He thought, what are these people planning to do by suddenly running in with such arrogant looks?

"Is there something you need from me?" Lin Han asked.

The dean quickly introduced Yan Qingshan and his son and explained the purpose of their visit.

Only then did Yan Qingshan step forward and ask for help.

"Brother Lin Han, please have mercy on me! My grandson's illness is exactly the same as the person you saved yesterday!"

"I wonder if you, little brother Lin Han, can come and check on my grandson."

hiss……

When it comes to the treatment of black lupus, it is not difficult for someone like Lin Han who is well versed in the Xuantong Body Strengthening Technique and can use golden needles.

But Lin Han took a risk yesterday.

Giving acupuncture to save lives is not his specialty!

"Mr. Yan, I don't know about your grandson's situation... and I'm just an antique dealer. It was just a coincidence yesterday..."

"Mr. Lin! As long as you can cure my grandson's illness, you can use the Yan family's property as you like!"

Without waiting for Lin Han to finish, Old Yan stepped forward eagerly, grabbed his arm and spoke quickly.

The experts were jealous.

Why is Lin Han so arrogant?

The fact that Mr. Yan invited him, the owner of a second-rate antique shop, was a sign of respect for him!

Do you really think you can treat illnesses?

Can Mr. Yan’s property be disposed of at will?

That’s nearly tens of billions of assets!

As a small businessman, do you have the ability to take it?