Chapter 142

Shen Tiankuo's death would have been major news in the Southwest.

Moreover, he was killed by someone like Zhang Tianhao, and such news is something every newspaper wants to report.

But in the end the Shen family suppressed it, announcing externally that Shen Tiankuo died of a heart attack.

Some reporters wanted to go to the Shen family to ask whether it was true, but those who went never came back.

At this moment, the Shen household was shrouded in white mourning cloth.

Shen Linfeng, who had just endured the pain of losing his son, sat in the living room with a grim expression.

"Chairman, Manager Han has arrived."

"Please let him in."

After Han Wenyu walked in, he showed no restraint whatsoever.

"The grudge for killing one's son must be avenged!"

Shen Linfeng looked at Han Wenyu and spoke in a deep voice.

"You have seen his strength before; that night, even fifty of us could do nothing against him!"

Han Wenyu, hearing this, gave a cold laugh and said.

"I know he's formidable, but there are always people stronger; could it be that no one in this world is stronger than him?"

Shen Linfeng looked at Han Wenyu with some puzzlement.

"When Yunhu died, he was accompanied by Liao BuFan, a member of the Hongmen, who was also killed by Lin Yang."

"We can use the Hongmen's hand to kill this guy."

Upon hearing this, Shen Linfeng's eyes flashed with a sharp gleam.

"Good, tell me what to do!"

"We'll pool some money, invite his master, and kill Lin Yang..."

On Lin Yang's side, as if nothing had happened, he sat seeing patients at the clinic, treating people.

After a while, his business gradually improved.

Because his medical skills were superb, and each visit cost only thirty or fifty yuan.

People with minor ailments all came here for treatment.

Just as Lin Yang finished seeing an elderly patient, a woman in her early twenties sat down in front of him.

Seeing the woman with her hair tied in buns, Lin Yang was taken aback.

"You look healthy and your breathing is steady; you don't seem like a patient."

Upon hearing this, the woman nodded heavily.

"Mm, I'm not a patient."

She confidently extended her hand and said to Lin Yang.

"My name is Du Juan; I'm a medical university student. Can I intern here?"

Lin Yang, hearing this, felt somewhat surprised.

He smiled and said, "This is just a small clinic; you should go to a big hospital for your internship."

Du Juan immediately shook her head and said, "I want to intern here!"

"Why?"

Lin Yang asked curiously.

"I've observed you here for two days; you charge little for treating people, showing you're not a charlatan."

"Chinese and Western medical concepts differ; here you must start from scratch."

Du Juan exclaimed excitedly, "I've taken elective courses in Chinese medicine; I still understand the basics."

Upon hearing Du Juan say that, Lin Yang nodded and said.

"Then help me grab the medicine; show me before you finish a prescription."

"Okay!"

Thus, the two became busy.

By noon, after seeing the patients, Lin Yang generously praised.

"Not bad; your foundation is solid. When I have time, I'll teach you to practice writing."

"Practice writing?"

"Chinese medicine means first practicing writing, then prescribing."

As Du Juan had an epiphany, a mocking voice sounded.

"What era is this, still practicing writing?"

"Nowadays hospitals use computers to prescribe; few write by hand."

Lin Yang looked over; a youth wearing glasses walked in.

Seeing the youth, Du Juan's face showed displeasure.

"Yun Tianfei, what are you doing here?"

"Juanzi, I'm here to take you to intern at the Southwest First Hospital; what can you learn in this broken clinic?"

Upon hearing that, Du Juan frowned and said.

"I won't go; I said I like Chinese medicine."

Hearing Du Juan say that, Yun Tianfei became furious.

"Chinese medicine, Chinese medicine, that's all you talk about; it's all outdated stuff."

"In a big hospital, whatever illness, a scan with equipment tells you right away."

The angry Yun Tianfei pointed his finger at Lin Yang.

This Chinese doctor, talking about inspection, listening, inquiry, and palpation, is simply ridiculous!

Whether good or bad, it's all up to what he says!

Du Juan was furious, he said.

Yun Tianfei, get lost, my business doesn't need you to meddle!

Come with me, I'm doing this for your own good!

If you push me too far, I'll have people smash this clinic!

Originally calm, Lin Yang heard this and looked at Yun Tianfei.

Young man, you're being a bit overbearing, aren't you?

Shut up, a swindler has the right to speak to me.

Hearing him repeatedly call him a swindler, Lin Yang's expression gradually turned solemn.

You said Chinese medicine can't detect anything, then let me tell you your symptoms.

Yun Tianfei heard this and said disdainfully.

Fine, let's see what else you, a swindler, can come up with.

I see your tongue coating is yellow, your tongue has teeth marks, and you're short-tempered—indicating excessive liver fire and insufficient kidney water.

You're wearing so much in this weather and still not feeling hot, plus you feel cold—this shows yin deficiency.

Moreover, your breath smells bad, indicating stomach and spleen issues.

As Lin Yang's words fell, Yun Tianfei's expression gradually changed.

Lin Yang continued: "Let me talk about your lifestyle."

You have yin deficiency with excess fire, your spleen and stomach are out of harmony, likely yin-yang reversed, and you smoke and drink without restraint.

Plus, you lack restraint in that area; if I'm not mistaken, you're currently a silver spear, wax head.

He patted Yun Tianfei's shoulder and said with a smile.

If you don't restrain yourself, don't adjust your schedule, and start taking medicine, you'll likely find it hard to perform later.

Yun Tianfei's face flushed red with anger, and he shouted.

You're talking nonsense, this is slander!

What excessive liver fire, what tooth-marked tongue coating—couldn't I have bitten myself?

I'm this angry not because of anything else but because you pissed me off—don't try to fool me!

Looking at the angry Yun Tianfei, Lin Yang laughed.

You say I'm deceiving you—why don't you let Du Juan take your pulse?

Yun Tianfei became even angrier, he shouted furiously.

Chinese medicine is nothing but a swindle!

Having said that, he turned and ran.

Just as he stepped out, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing Yun Tianfei's sorry state, Du Juan chuckled.

Lin Yang stroked his chin, watching his retreating back.

If the person you like personally judges you as inadequate in that area, you'll probably never be able to hold your head up for the rest of your life.

Master Lin!

Lin Yang turned his head and saw Du Juan with a flushed face, looking at him somewhat annoyed.

After lunch, I'll teach you calligraphy.

After lunch, Lin Yang had just bought a brush when a BMW and two minivans pulled up outside.

After Yun Tianfei got out of the car, the two minivans also let out over a dozen people.

Someone carried an old man inside.

Yun Tianfei looked at Lin Yang smugly and said.

This is an elderly friend of mine—you're so skilled, can you cure him?

Lin Yang looked at the old man with a pale complexion and darkened lips, thought for a moment, and said to Du Juan.

Go take his pulse.

Upon hearing that, Du Juan walked over.

Tsk, are you afraid to take the blame? Having Du Juan do it—how can you be so shameless?

Lin Yang ignored him and instead asked Du Juan, who was taking the pulse.

Did you find anything?

This... this seems to be the 'sparrow-pecking pulse' from the Seven Absolutes pulse!