My sisters drove me away, and now they are crying and begging for my forgiveness?

After hanging up the phone, Lin An dealt with the emails in his computer. He looked at the "uninvited guest" in the computer and decided to let it stay for a while.

It was seven in the morning when I woke up.

Lin An has developed a biological clock that requires him to wake up early.

Even if I stay up late, I will wake up at this time.

After washing up and going out, Qin Tinghan had already prepared breakfast, including delicious meat porridge and side dishes.

Jiang Qing has already gone out. The family starts a new day and a new life, which is ordinary but enjoyable.

Qin Tinghan took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks, filled a bowl of porridge for Lin Ansheng, and asked casually: "The old man must be of high status to have the mayor come to invite you, right?"

Lin An had a clue in his mind: "It should be, sister, I might come back late today."

Qin Tinghan didn't ask much about his work and sent Lin An to the gate of the community. The car from yesterday had already arrived.

Secretary Liang got out of the car to escort Lin An to the car and sit down. Lin An waved to Qin Tinghan on the side of the road and said, "Sister, go back."

After driving for a while, we left the city and turned into a mountain road.

"This place was invested by that old gentleman. He is in poor health and just came back from outside. He is going to rest for a while."

Lin An had heard of this sanatorium. It had only been established a few years ago and was a high-end sanatorium famous in the province and city for its beautiful scenery and complete medical facilities.

Many wealthy and powerful people live there.

It is said that a Hong Kong businessman who became famous in the 1980s came here to invest. Halfway up the mountain, you can vaguely see a small Western-style building not far away on the opposite bank. Looking closer, this place covers a large area. Looking into the open garden, there are complete living facilities.

It seems that the living conditions are quite superior, like a paradise suitable for living far away from the city.

No wonder so many wealthy and powerful people are willing to come here to cleanse their souls.

The car drove around the garden and stopped in front of the white building.

Secretary Liang led the way: "Mr. Lin, this way please."

Passing through the small Western-style building in front, there are townhouses behind.

Secretary Liang stopped in front of a European-style villa and rang the doorbell.

Soon, the door opened and a maid came out: "Who are you looking for?"

Secretary Liang asked, "Is Mr. Zhuang here? The mayor has invited a doctor for the old man."

"Inside, please wait a moment, I'll go in and talk to you."

The maid turned and went inside.

Lin An had a feeling that this was a new acquaintance. Just as he was thinking about how to greet them, he heard hurried footsteps: "Secretary Liang? Has the mayor found a doctor who can treat my grandfather?"

A cheerful male voice came, and it was indeed familiar. It was the handsome young man next to Mr. Zhuang.

"Yes, Master Zhuang, the mayor asked me to bring Dr. Lin here today."

"Okay, please come on..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Shen saw Lin An and asked, "Is it you?"

His surprised voice made Secretary Liang startled: "Do you know each other?"

Lin An nodded slightly: "We just met once."

Secretary Liang immediately laughed: "It's fate, this is Mr. Lin An."

"Master Zhuang, although Mr. Lin is young, his medical skills are quite superb. Our mayor's illness was cured by Mr. Lin."

Zhuang Shen had heard about Mayor Liu's old illness, and he looked at Lin An again.

Thinking of his needle-in-the-air technique on the plane, Zhuang Shen didn't expect the world to be so small. The fact that he could meet Lin An again meant that Lin An was indeed sent by God to save his grandfather: "Mr. Lin, Secretary Liang, please come in."

Zhuang Shen welcomed the two into the living room, then looked at Lin An and smiled naturally: "Mr. Lin, if Mr. Shi knew that it was you who came today, he would definitely regret leaving."

Lin An took the teacup, drank the tea, and said, "Go see your grandfather."

Zhuang Shen led the two to the second floor, opened the door, and Lin An walked in. He saw the old man lying on the bed at a glance.

Mr. Zhuang's face looked very bad, even paler than when he was given first aid yesterday. A person who looked like a nurse was taking his temperature next to him.

"Master Zhuang."

Seeing Zhuang Shen and his men coming in, the nurse took the initiative to step aside.

"Is my grandpa still having a fever?"

The nurse nodded: "The temperature I just took was 38 degrees, and it won't go down."

"Mr. Lin, please take a look at my grandfather. He has had a high fever since he came back yesterday. Grandpa Shi was unable to give him acupuncture. We also tried other methods, but my grandfather kept having a fever."

Zhuang Shen's mood was a little complicated, but his tone was more respectful and polite.

Lin An walked to the bedside, squatted down, and took Mr. Zhuang's pulse.

After a moment, he asked, "Is the set of silver needles from yesterday still there?"

"exist."

"I'm going to give him an acupuncture injection to reduce his fever."

Zhuang Shen was a little flustered, but he didn't know where to start. He could only hand over Shi Lao's silver needle and said, "Should we go out?"

"No, get a basin of cold water and wipe Mr. Zhuang's upper body."

"But Mr. Zhuang has a fever..."

The nurse said subconsciously.

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhuang Shen: "Go out first, we don't need you here for the time being."

He didn't have time to explain to a nurse, so he quickly went to the bathroom to get a basin of cold water and wiped his grandfather's upper body.

"Mr. Lin, what's the next step?"

Lin An glanced at him. Because of nervousness, the corners of Zhuang Shen's eyes were slightly red, as if he had been bullied.

Lin An looked away and said in a cold voice: "It's okay, just stand aside."

As he said this, he took out the silver needle.

At this moment, outside the door.

The nurse walked outside angrily and came to a gray-white tall building in the middle. There were a few big words on the building: Medical Services.

The elevator reached the top floor, and the nurse hurried to the door of the dean's office. Inside the room, a middle-aged man and a young man were sitting opposite each other.

The young man angrily slammed his hands on the desk and said, "Dad, Zhuang Shen really doesn't take us seriously. He said he wouldn't allow us to treat the patient, and he even alerted the mayor and found some fake doctor. Isn't this clearly saying that our medical skills are not good enough?"

"Shut up!" the middle-aged man shouted, not giving his son any face at all. "Who told you to be so ignorant and promise him that you could get rid of Mr. Zhuang's fever? Now, you've shot yourself in the foot, haven't you?"

The middle-aged man's face turned gloomy. "Humph, Mr. Zhuang's body has long been exhausted. I don't believe anyone can cure him. It's better not to let us intervene, otherwise he will blame us when he dies."

The young man was very unconvinced. Just as he was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his eyes: "Who?"

"It's me." The nurse waved and greeted him. He glanced at the middle-aged man nervously and said carefully, "Director Fang, what I said is true. Zhuang Shen was very respectful to the young man named Mr. Lin. He was almost kneeling down. Moreover, the man surnamed Lin said that he wanted to give Mr. Zhuang acupuncture to reduce his fever."

Hearing this, Fang Qi sneered: "Playing with silver needles? You are really trying to attract attention!"

He had a look of disdain on his face, but the old man in front of him, Fang Wenhao, did not look down on him just because of Mr. Lin's young age as described by the nurse. He knew very well that Zhuang Shen was not stupid. Not only was he not stupid, he was also extremely shrewd.

If that person didn't have any ability, he would never get such respect from him.

For some reason, Dean Fang suddenly felt a little panicked.

His intuition told him that the so-called Mr. Lin could cure Mr. Zhuang.

If that's the case, then wouldn't the Fang family's face be trampled on and ravaged?

Not just embarrassing...

If Mr. Zhuang wakes up and finds out what Fang Qi has done, it will be a big question whether he can accommodate them all.

Fang Wenhao broke out in a cold sweat and pointed at the nurse, saying, "Go over there quickly and keep an eye on it. Report back at any time. I'll give you some money when the job is done."

The nurse's eyes lit up and he agreed immediately.