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

"It's very simple. When qi and blood are combined, it will increase the burden on the heart, while when qi and blood are separated, it will increase the burden on the lungs. The key is the spleen, which is called the Qi Hai point in traditional Chinese medicine."

Lin An explained seriously that he also had a request to refine blood ginseng, and he wanted to borrow the mayor's authority and leniency.

And now they had started their second meal. They had finished the other person's business in a reserved manner, without getting to the key issues of their own at all.

"So that's how it is. He's really a miracle doctor! I believe it, I believe it!"

The mayor picked up the phone and dialed...

Lin An was unmoved by political matters, and only understood what he heard in the end—

"Okay, let's do it! Yes yes! I will never tolerate it!"

The secretary came over and thanked them, and mentioned the key point: "It's impolite not to reciprocate. If you need anything, just tell me. We will definitely not be stingy with the medical fee."

Lin An smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, I also have a terminal illness and need to make a medicine. The laboratory at Tai'an University can do it."

Telling the truth directly is the best way to save time and energy.

But I could hear that the family was not very sad.

"Okay, let's arrange it quickly." The mayor agreed without hesitation, and after agreeing, he completely put aside his worries and arrogance.

Unable to resist the enthusiasm, the mayor even took out a chess game and asked him to take a look.

Lin An unexpectedly discovered that the big boss was not that difficult to get along with.

For example, the mayor's family are all very simple.

Perhaps it was the result of a poor student's hard work. The simplicity of the country people was reflected vividly, with an old nanny who was taciturn and an older sister who took care of everything.

As for the mayor's wife, she was quite chattering, but it was good chattering. After hearing about Lin An's situation, she not only showed special care for him, but also actively tried to find ways to help him.

The atmosphere suddenly became incredibly warm, and Lin An almost fell in love with the warmth of being cared for by a family that was not even considered a family.

The mayor played a bit strange chess, it was Go, but it was an endgame, and after he was able to get out of bed, he was particularly willing to talk about his private affairs...

Lin An also stayed in this comfortable atmosphere until late at night.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door again.

The family of three was resting. Today, Qin Tinghan bought three chickens at once and vowed to make the most delicious midnight snack to repay Lin An for his hard work.

Jiang Qing and Qin Jiaojiao were both waiting eagerly, but they heard a knock on the door which shouldn't have happened at this time.

Qin Jiaojiao thought it was Lin An who came back, and stood up excitedly. But after opening the door, she found that it was another uninvited guest.

She glanced out the window at the entrance of the community, where several luxury cars were standing ready, as if they were here to cause trouble again.

"Mom, they're here again!"

A panicked shout was heard, and Qin Tinghan came out of the kitchen holding a spoon.

As soon as he saw someone coming, his mood instantly dropped to freezing point: "Aan is not here, you guys go back."

"We are here to visit relatives!"

Lin Qingcheng, wearing a professional suit that prohibited strangers from entering, raised her sunglasses and spoke leisurely.

Jiang Qing, who popped his head out from behind Qin Tinghan, was confused after hearing this.

Lin An will come back, to put it bluntly, because he was kicked out and is sick.

What happened afterwards was so ruthless and cruel that it was terrifying.

Every time the Lin family shows up, they find fault with us like enemies.

There are bones in the eggs.

How come you still have the nerve to come to my house and call me “relative”?

"Where's Lin An? Where is he fooling around again?"

Lin Qingcheng was a little embarrassed for a moment. Looking at this family, she saw that everything was perfect, with delicious food and warm people at home. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable again.

"They really don't need money?"

Lin Yunshu also stood up awkwardly. When he saw everything here - the beautiful environment in the community, the family were particularly solid and honest, and they didn't look like they needed help, and everything in life was particularly normal, he felt indescribably upset!

"Go away! You are not welcome in our home. Most importantly, we are not relatives. Not only that, we are enemies with a deep hatred!"

Qin Tinghan thought of everything that happened before, and hatred spread throughout his body. He didn't believe their lies at all, and walked directly to the door, pointing outside and ordering them to leave.

"Ahem, your name is Qin Tinghan, right?"

Lin Yunshu stepped forward and asked unnecessarily, showing a photo at the same time.

The photo was taken when Lin An was a child. This is a killer! As soon as it was revealed, Jiang Qing's nose was sour.

"Lin An still has a lot of things to deal with!"

For example, her Masked Singer.

"Don't be too extreme in anything. We need to leave some room for everything. There is no lifelong enemy. We are here to turn enemies into friends." Lin Qingcheng was full of confidence.

"By the way, where is Lin An?"

They had finally made up their mind to come here, but were turned away. This was not the Lin family's style.

"I'll say it again, An isn't here. Where he went is none of your business. Get out of here now before we make a big deal out of this!"

It feels so comfortable to say "get out".

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Qin Tinghan has finally slapped the Lin family in the face.

Jiang Qing didn't want to quarrel with the two of them, so he said calmly, "I went to see a doctor."

"Oh, I went to see a doctor, that's right!"

Lin Qingcheng brought in a gift box from outside the door, which contained American ginseng.

Lin Yunshu also brought gifts, which were Lin An’s daily necessities.

This slightly eased the awkwardness of the confrontation between the two families.

"Come in." Jiang Qing pulled away Qin Tinghan who was rushing in front.

There are many neighbors to interact with, and you can't quarrel with them under the eyes of outsiders. That would be embarrassing for Lin An.

Lin Qingcheng has been here once.

Besides, it seems a bit like visiting relatives.

"How is his health?"

After Lin Qingcheng sat down, she put the information in her hand under her butt and asked questions for no apparent reason.

"Very stable, but Miss Lin, we didn't know you were coming, so we didn't prepare your dinner. Look, just finish your tea and leave. Otherwise, it won't sound good if Miss Lin is neglected when she comes to visit."

To them, Qin Tinghan is like a mouse and a cat, they are always natural enemies.

At the same time, he didn't want to embarrass Lin An, so he still showed some mercy in his words.

"That's right. We are visiting relatives, your house is not a restaurant! Can't we sit down if we don't want to eat? We can wait until he comes back."

Lin Yunshu laughed at himself and crossed his legs.

As his eyes moved, he suddenly saw the piano in the corner of the living room and asked, "We came here to ask Lin An to help Shishi participate in the art exhibition! Now he can't refuse even if he wants to!"

"How to say?"

Jiang Qing particularly hated this condescending feeling, and these words sounded particularly harsh to him.

Just like her eldest daughter, she just doesn’t want Lin An to be embarrassed.

"There's a potential star in this family! If the reporters and paparazzi arrived, they would drown you!"

Lin Yunshu spoke in a nervous tone, but Qin Tinghan understood.

Only now do they realize the value of Lin An. If Lin An doesn't agree, their family will never have peace in the future. Lin Yunshu will ask more people to trouble Lin An.