While these people were talking, Du Lin was already at Long Sanbing's place and asked about the identities of these two people.

Mo Lilun is the young man who wears a suit and shorts, the grandson of Mo Lao, a gentleman, his father Mo Aihua is the second son of Mo Lao, and he is also the boss of a famous flower export enterprise in the city.

The thin old man surnamed Hong is named Hong Sanqing, ten years ago in a small village on the outskirts of Zhonghu City opened a clinic, it is said that he can look at qi to diagnose diseases, treat diseases in the air, ten years to see a lot of incurable diseases, in Zhonghu and several surrounding cities are very famous. However, the fees are not cheap, and those who dare to see him for medical treatment are either rich or expensive, and ordinary people do not even have the opportunity to see him.

Hearing He Lao call himself, Du Lin thought for a while and excused himself: "Since this senior Hong is here, let him show Mo Lao first, otherwise he will not live up to Mo Shao's filial piety." ”

"Eh! I remember the last time you treated me, you said that when you were a doctor, there were 'six don't see', and one was 'peers are not allowed to see', doesn't it mean that if the previous doctor doesn't finish reading, the latter doctor can't see it?"

"He Lao is really good at remembering, and he can remember the words he heard in a semi-coma so clearly, but Don't forget He Lao, I didn't allow that doctor to see it at the time, and today I allow it, and even welcome this senior Hong to come to see a doctor first, so naturally it is not a violation. ”

"You kid ......" He Lao looked like he hated iron and steel, and walked over and whispered to Du Lin: "I'm looking at you, you stupid boy, if that surnamed Hong really takes care of Lao Mo, won't he rob you of your credit?"

Du Lin also replied in a low voice: "Don't worry, Old He, Mo Lao's two diseases, even the big man in Zhongjing can't do anything, how capable can he be a rural village doctor?"

"Saying that you are a stupid boy, you are really, and saying that people are rural village doctors, as if you are not what? You are not as good as others, and people surnamed Hong are still a little famous in Zhonghu City, what kind of reputation do you have?"

"No, no, no, in fact, there is another main thing, I think this person is a little suspicious, so I want to get to the bottom of him. ”

"What's the suspicious law? It's a charlatan?"

"I don't know, intuition. ”

"Then I'll let Xiaolong and them help you keep an eye on the point?"

"No, you can rest assured, Old He, don't you believe me?" Du Lin winked at He Lao, He Lao was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.

"Okay, you just have to know it. ”

"Since this colleague has no opinion, I can start to diagnose the patient. Hong Sanqing had the heart to choke Du Lin a few more words, but seeing that He Lao and Du Lin were so close, both of them whispered, so they didn't dare to say anything more, it was nothing to offend Du Lin, in case he annoyed He Lao, it would not be worth it.

I saw Hong Sanqing lift a black lacquered wooden box with dark red patterns painted on the ground next to him, and put it on the small table where He Mo Erlao played chess yesterday.

Du Lin has been observing Hong Sanqing's every move, and when Hong Sanqing picked up the wooden box, Du Lin looked at the dark red pattern drawn on it, frowning, thoughtful. Then he turned around and asked Long Sanbing: "Is there a lighter?"

Besides, Hong Sanqing, he pushed open the lid of the black wooden box, put a pulse pillow wrapped in black cloth, and put it on the table, and then sat opposite Mo Lao, looking at Mo Lao with straight eyes.

After a while, he nodded, "I have a rough idea of Mr. Mo's condition, but for the sake of safety, I have to check the pulse again, please put Mr. Mo here." After speaking, he pointed to the black cloth pillow.

Pulse diagnosis is also called "cutting pulse", Mo Lao has not seen much Chinese medicine over the years, and naturally knows that pulse diagnosis is one of the four basic skills of Chinese medicine. Listening to Hong Sanqing say that he wanted to diagnose the pulse, he did not doubt him, so he had to put his wrist on the pulse pillow according to his words.

At this moment, Du Lin suddenly walked over from the side and grabbed Mo Lao's wrist.

"Since Senior Hong has roughly seen Elder Mo's condition, before diagnosing the pulse, can you tell the junior first, let me also learn from your old man's unique skill of diagnosing diseases?"

Hong Sanqing was a little displeased, "You young man, why are you so impetuous? The patient's illness is too big, how can he talk nonsense before he is diagnosed?"

"Yes, you haven't heard of Mo Lao's illness before, have you?" Du Lin asked, glancing at Mo Lilun.

Hong Sanqing said: "I haven't asked, and Mo Shao hasn't said it." I have always relied on my own ability to see a doctor, and I know what kind of disease the patient has, so I don't need to ask. ”

Mo Lilun also said: "Yes, yes, yes, I never told Mr. Hong about my grandfather's illness. ”

Du Lin nodded and said, "In this way, Senior Hong only needs to point out where Mo Lao's illness is." After speaking, he "inadvertently" glanced at Mo Lao's chest.

Hong Sanqing followed Du Lin's gaze and immediately said, "Mr. Mo's illness is in the heart and lungs, but what the specific condition is, I still need to diagnose the pulse before I can make a conclusion." ”

As soon as Hong Sanqing's words fell, the expressions of everyone present changed, Du Lin's expression was "Sure enough", Mo Lilun's expression was "surprised", and the expressions of Mo Lao and others were "disappointed".

"It seems that Mo Lao's pulse can't let you come to the clinic. With that, Durin grabbed the black pillow.

This grasp was like grabbing Hong Sanqing's tail, only to see Hong Sanqing "Teng" stood up and stretched out his hand to snatch back the pulse pillow.

Du Lin took two steps back, making a gesture to throw the pulse pillow outside the grape trellis, which frightened Hong Sanqing and hurriedly shouted: "Don't! Doctor Du must not throw my pulse pillow!"

"Why can't you throw it? It's not made of glass, and it won't break if you throw it. Durin took the pulse pillow in his hand and squeezed it gently, making a "click-la-click" sound.

"Since Dr. Du is an expert, why should he say it? In the orderly inheritance of the lower teacher, the sect is also regarded as the number one in the rivers and lakes, and there are many brothers in the same sect, which is convenient for others and for themselves. Hong Sanqing's words were very vague and threatening, but no one except Du Lin could understand what they meant.

"Really, what if I don't?" Durin was least afraid of threats.

Just now, when this Hong Sanqing took the black box that looked like a medical box, Du Lin felt that something was wrong, the black lacquered wooden box with dark red patterns looked very simple and simple, and after careful observation, you can find that the reason why it looks simple and simple is actually because the same craftsmanship used to make this box is the same craftsmanship used to make the coffin!

This looks like a medical box, but it's actually a small coffin!

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