EBE Chapter 163 Idols of Middle-Aged and Elderly Women
Chapter 163 Idols of Middle-Aged and Elderly Women
Chapter 163 Idols of Middle-Aged and Elderly Women
The apprentices guided the patients to line up.
During this time, Lin Fan wanted to share the burden of seeing patients with Jiang Lingfu.
Unexpectedly, the patient specifically requested that Lin Fan come to see him, otherwise he would throw a tantrum.
Left with no other choice, Lin Fan had to come and see for himself, while Jiang Lingfu and a group of apprentices learned from him and helped him prepare the medicine.
Lin Fan immediately activated his Heavenly Eye to diagnose the illness, pretended to place his hand on the patient's wrist for a few seconds, and then immediately wrote out a prescription.
We try our best to compress the time to the shortest possible, seeing each patient in 30 seconds.
Even with this pace, the number of patients has remained around 10.
Jiang Lingfu and his apprentices were dumbfounded. They had originally taken a notebook, intending to take notes and learn something.
The result was quite the opposite; all we saw was Lin Fan taking the pulse, reciting the prescription, taking the pulse, reciting the prescription—a mechanical repetition.
Jiang Lingfu and his apprentice's notebooks were filled with the prescriptions Lin Fan had written for these patients, but these were of no learning value whatsoever.
In the end, they simply stopped learning and focused on helping Lin Fan prepare the medicine.
It finally arrived at 5:30.
Lin Fan sat in the armchair and spread his hands: "I'm off work. Let Dr. Jiang take a look next."
After saying that, Lin Fan ran out of Jishengtang in a flash.
As soon as Lin Fan left, the patients all shook their heads, indicating that they would come back tomorrow.
Jiang Lingfu stared at the bill in disbelief. The cost for each patient ranged from 50 to 500 yuan, depending on the prescribed medicines and the course of treatment.
In just the past hour and a half, Lin Fan actually generated over 5 yuan in revenue for Jishetang.
This was completely beyond Jiang Lingfu's comprehension. His only concern now was the accuracy of Lin Fan's diagnosis.
With so many patients, if a few are misdiagnosed, it would be embarrassing to face complaints.
If Huang Shulang continues to make an excuse, Lin Fan might destroy the clinic.
However, Jiang Lingfu had nothing to say, since Jishetang was originally given to Lin Fan by Jiang Beifeng, and Lin Fan didn't want it.
Now he can only pin his hopes on the accuracy of Lin Fan's diagnosis.
On the other side, Lin Fan drove towards Su Ruowei's company, cursing all the while.
If there were few patients, he would have cured them one by one with acupuncture, but as a result, the number of patients came was as numerous as hairs on a cow.
To save time, I had no choice but to opt for a prescription.
"I give up. I'm so tired of thinking of prescriptions, and my lips are about to fall off. If I meddle in other people's business again, I'll be a dog."
Lin Fan muttered to himself all the way to Su Ruowei's company.
After picking up Su Ruowei, Lin Fan realized that they didn't have much food at home, so he took Su Ruowei to the supermarket.
Upon arriving at the supermarket, Lin Fan and Su Ruowei went to the fresh produce section.
At the meat counter, Lin Fan first touched the beef with his hand, then pressed it with his finger.
Then he picked it up, examined it carefully, and smelled it before asking the shopkeeper to pack it up.
"What are you doing?" Su Ruowei asked, puzzled.
Lin Fan smiled slightly and said with a proud look, "Fresh beef feels smooth and elastic, has a reddish color, and you can smell a faint grassy smell."
"Chef Lin is amazing."
Su Ruowei memorized the key points so she could use them later.
Lin Fan then taught Su Ruowei how to choose pork and mutton, how to choose fish, and how to choose fruits and vegetables.
These are all insights gained from Lin Fan's experience as a cook for a year.
Su Ruowei followed behind, her eyes shining with amazement, occasionally casting admiring glances at Lin Fan.
Her primary dream now is to be a good wife and mother, and her second priority is to run a business.
She thoroughly enjoyed shopping at the supermarket with Lin Fan after get off work.
"Dr. Lin, what a coincidence!"
An old voice came from behind.
Lin Fan turned around and saw an old woman.
"Who are you?" Lin Fan had no recollection of the old lady.
"Dr. Lin, you really have a bad memory. You just examined me, and you've forgotten that my throat hurts?" the old lady said with a smile.
"Oh, it's you—"
Lin Fan looked embarrassed. With so many people around, how could he possibly remember who was who?
"This must be your spouse!"
The old lady's eyes lit up when she saw Su Ruowei: "What a beautiful woman! What a perfect match!"
"Hello," Su Ruowei replied politely.
The old lady slapped her forehead: "I almost forgot, the eggs are on sale! I have to hurry over and see Dr. Lin!"
After the old lady finished speaking, she took small, quick steps and ran towards the fresh produce section.
Lin Fan swallowed hard, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to explain this to Su Ruowei.
Even after paying the bill and getting into the car, Su Ruowei didn't ask Lin Fan about the situation.
"Ruowei, aren't you curious?"
Lin Fan couldn't hold back any longer; he figured it was better to 'turn himself in' than to be caught.
At the same moment, Su Ruowei rested her elbow on the car window sill, propping her cheek up as she looked at Lin Fan:
Why did that old lady call you Doctor Lin?
The couple asked the questions almost simultaneously.
"Dr. Lin—" Lin Fan said, drawing out the last syllable.
Su Ruowei asked in a persistent tone, "Yes, Dr. Lin."
Lin Fan gripped the steering wheel tightly, took a deep breath, and said, "Would you believe me if I said I know medicine?"
“Of course I believe you, why wouldn’t I?” Su Ruowei said sincerely.
You actually believe that?
Lin Fan said awkwardly, "Would you believe me if I said I knew the lost acupuncture technique 'Tianxuan Rejuvenating Needle'?"
"I believe you," Su Ruowei replied without hesitation.
Lin Fan rattled off a string of words: "Then let me tell you, I was in a car accident and happened to meet Jiang Beifeng, the director of Shancheng Hospital. He wanted to use 'Nine Needles to Restore Yang' to save people, but he almost used the wrong needle on the last one."
“After I corrected his mistakes, he asked me to be his apprentice and even insisted on giving me a traditional Chinese medicine clinic.”
"After I went to the TCM clinic, I taught his grandson Jiang Lingfu medical skills. Then today I saved someone's life. They all regard me as a miracle doctor. Because of this, the clinic's business has improved."
"So a lot of people came to see the doctor just now, and that old lady was one of them."
"Do you believe that?!"
"Of course I believe you. I didn't know you had studied medicine before. Was it a family tradition?" Su Ruowei's eyes were filled with admiration.
Lin Fan tilted his head slightly and saw Su Ruowei's expression as if she had seen an idol.
He wiped his face: "Would you believe me if I said I'm the heir of the Lin family of Shancheng?"
"I don't believe it." Su Ruowei pouted, her eyes turning playful.
"Haha, my wife is amazing, she can't hide anything from you. That last sentence was just a joke." Lin Fan gave an awkward wry smile.
"Of course." Su Ruowei said proudly, then turned into a little fangirl: "Can I come and have a look around? I can help you out at the clinic!"
"Ruowei, aren't you going to start an investment company?" Lin Fan said firmly, "I can't let you sacrifice your dream because of this little thing."
Su Ruowei's adoring gaze vanished, and she suddenly revealed a hint of a tigress: "Alright, Dr. Lin."
Lin Fan glanced at Su Ruowei and felt a chill.
Women can change their expressions in an instant; you never know what you said that offended her.