Chapter 30

Lin Yu went straight to the point, "I want to know who Li Lin is?"

Zhang Yuru felt confused about this, not understanding why Lin Yu was interested in Li Lin. "She is my uncle's daughter, she has been living abroad and only returned to the country this year. Why are you asking about her?"

Hearing this, Lin Yu recalled that Zhang Yuru's uncle, Li Yuanhua, had studied abroad early on and settled there.

It is said that he had a son and a daughter, both of whom received education abroad.

On the day Zhang Yuru and Lin Yu married, Li Yuanhua returned alone, so Lin Yu had never met Li Lin.

"Nothing, I was just asking casually," Zhang Yuru said.

"Are you done asking? Then it's my turn. Why did Zhao Baitong break my brother's arm yesterday?" Zhang Yuru suddenly changed the subject and said sternly.

Lin Yu felt this was absurd and retorted: "You should go ask Zhao Baitong himself, why come to me?"

Zhang Yuru was already full of anger after coming out of the hospital, and these words were like adding fuel to the fire:

"Zhang Bin went to find you, but was attacked by Zhao Baitong, and Zhao Yuan'er was once engaged to you. Do you say I should suspect you? Also, what are you trying to do by asking about Li Lin? Are you trying to take revenge on me through her?"

Facing Lin Yu, Zhang Yuru felt like she was walking on thin ice, afraid that he would cause some trouble again.

Lin Yu didn't expect Zhang Yuru to have such an intense reaction, so he wanted to clarify: "I don't mean to take revenge on you, I am still the same me as before, if people don't offend me, I won't offend them."

But Zhang Yuru didn't buy it and sneered in response: "Is that so? You mean to say that because Zhang Bin offended you, you let Zhao Baitong's people break his arm.

And yesterday's financing banquet, it was also you playing tricks behind the scenes, just to take revenge on me. Is that it?"

Facing such accusations, Lin Yu chose silence, because he knew all of this was the result of a series of coincidences.

However, Zhang Yuru saw that he no longer spoke, thought he was speechless, and continued to question him.

Finally, the phone was hung up.

Lin Yu didn't like arguing, nor was he afraid of being misunderstood, just disappointed that he couldn't find the whereabouts of his sister Lin Xue.

"Brother Lin Yu, I'm here." Just then, Zhao Yuan'er appeared with Yan Qinhua.

Lin Yu smiled, "You little girl, you wouldn't come to me if there was nothing, say what you have to say quickly!"

"I'll say it right now, Yan Qinhua's aunt is sick, I hope you can go take a look!" Zhao Yuan'er said, pulling Lin Yu and leaving.

Lin Yu couldn't refuse Zhao Yuan'er's request. Unexpectedly, they brought him to the Long Family Manor, a beautiful place on the banks of the Qing River.

Here, there was no feeling of the Ma family's domineering, but rather it appeared more introverted.

The Long Family Manor was composed of several elegant courtyards, giving people a feeling of rural tranquility and harmony.

They came to one of the courtyards and saw a red sports car parked at the door; the decorations in the courtyard were very fresh and elegant.

As soon as they entered the door, Lin Yu heard bursts of coughing from inside.

As a doctor proficient in traditional medical skills, Lin Yu prepared to use his skills of looking, listening, asking, and feeling the pulse to diagnose the patient Yan Yalan's condition.

Before seeing anyone, Lin Yu had already heard the sound, and had a preliminary guess in his heart.

However, when he learned of the condition, he was very surprised.

"Yuyuan, are your parents home?" Yan Qinhua shouted toward a boy of about fifteen or sixteen.

This boy was named Long Yuyuan, and he was walking out of the room, his eyes still fixed on the phone screen.

"They are!" Long Yuyuan answered briefly, then walked straight back to the room and closed the door with a "bang."

"How can this child be so impolite? You are his cousin, and he doesn't even greet you." Zhao Yuan'er complained while walking into the house with Yan Qinhua.

Lin Yu followed slowly behind them. As soon as he entered the house, he noticed a middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa in the living room, with her husband Long Jianfei, a slightly wealthy middle-aged man, standing beside her.

"Aunt, Uncle, I brought Divine Doctor Lin Yu to treat Aunt's illness." Yan Qinhua introduced.

"Qinhua is truly thoughtful." Long Jianfei said, but his gaze fell on Lin Yu and Zhao Yuan'er, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are often more experienced the older they are, and the Lin Yu in front of him was clearly too young, which made Long Jianfei a bit disappointed.

"This is Lin Yu, Yuan'er said his medical skills are very good." Yan Qinhua added.

She remembered that in college, Zhao Yuan'er often boasted about her fiancé, calling him a person who could create miracles.

Long Jianfei heard this, and his expectations for Lin Yu were even lower, feeling that he might have been deceived by the little girl from the Zhao family. However, since people were already here, he still asked Lin Yu to help take a look.

"Then I'll trouble the Divine Doctor to diagnose and see what kind of illness my wife has."

Lin Yu carried a black sandalwood medicine box passed down through generations of his family; it had witnessed countless years, was heavy and sturdy, and its edges had been worn smooth by time. According to his father Lin Hanliang's teachings, one should observe more and speak less when diagnosing and treating diseases.

Lin Yu stepped forward to take Yan Yalan's pulse. After a while, he said calmly: "She is not suffering from a disease in the conventional sense."

Once this was said, everyone in the room was stunned.

Long Jianfei was even more furious, because his wife had been coughing for two months, and her condition showed no signs of improvement.

"My wife has been coughing for two months, how can there be no illness?" Long Jianfei questioned.

"This is Cold Plague Daytime Cough, a very rare situation." Lin Yu explained.

"If this is not an illness, then what is this so-called Cold Plague Daytime Cough?" Everyone asked, puzzled.

Long Jianfei was a bit confused, feeling that this young man's words were a bit convoluted.

Lin Yu, however, appeared calm and composed, starting to explain in simple language: "Daytime cough means coughing severely during the day, and being fine at night.

According to Western medicine, it is an illness, but traditional Chinese medicine believes that only those originating from within the body are called illnesses.

The lady's situation is caused by external factors, so it does not belong to the category of illness."

He continued: "Traditional Chinese medicine has different classifications for symptoms, such as illness, disease, consumption, madness, cancer, plague, hysteria, numbness, ringworm, etc., nine types of situations. The lady's condition belongs to 'Cold Plague,' and although it will not spread to others, it is particularly tricky to treat."

Hearing this, Long Jianfei's attitude became serious, because the symptoms Lin Yu described indeed matched Yan Yalan's.

Lin Yu continued: "To treat Cold Plague, one must find suitable medicine, otherwise it is difficult to cure, and it may eventually be fatal."

Long Jianfei's heart sank, remembering that his wife had sought medical treatment everywhere for two months to no avail, and her body was deteriorating, so weak that she could barely walk.

Just then, a voice came from outside, interrupting the tense atmosphere.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back." It was the eldest daughter, Long Qinglan, who had returned home.

"You don't work properly at the company, why are you running back?" Long Jianfei frowned and asked.

Long Qinglan didn't care about her father's scolding, pulled a strange woman and walked in, saying: "This is my good friend Li Lin from studying abroad. She now works in the Europa medical team invited by the family, and I specially invited her to treat Mom today."