A middle-aged man of half a hundred was holding a stethoscope to check on him.

On the sleeper next to it, there sat a couple with worried faces, in their thirties, with a deep temperament, who often sat in high positions.

"Grandpa."

At this time, a young man came over and was anxious to squeeze in the sleeper.

"Ashin, don't squeeze, Mr. Xu is treating your grandfather."

At this time, the half-hundred doctors stood up and sighed.

"I have lived half my life in vain, I have lived to the belly of a dog, I can't do anything about this old gentleman's illness, his five organs were injured in his early years, and at this time the old disease recurred, and the medicine stone is difficult to treat, I am afraid that you will have to prepare for the future."

"What are you talking about old fellow, my grandfather is fine."

The young man roared angrily.

The middle-aged man and woman were pale, and if they hadn't supported each other, they would have fainted at this time.

"I really can't help it, but modern medicine is developed, if it is in an international hospital at this time, there may be instruments and drugs that can save it, but there is a shortage of things on this train, and the old man is just a Chinese medicine practitioner who is not proficient, alas."

The half-hundred-year-old man shook his head and sighed again.

"Grandpa, you can't be fine, you must hold on, let's get off the train immediately at the next stop."

The young man shouted, threw himself on top of the old man and began to cry.

The people in the carriage sighed, life and death are fateful, this time is the most powerless, what can they do in a hurry.

"Why don't you let me see, maybe the old man can still be saved."

Lin An walked out of the crowd, and the people in the sleeper were shocked when they heard the words, and collectively looked at Lin An.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"Xiaoyou, are you a Chinese medicine or a Western doctor?" The half-hundred old man also looked over, looked at Lin Anxin's movement, and asked.

"Is this important, can it save people?" Lin An said lightly and walked over.

"Boy, what the hell are you doing, don't make it clear, I'll throw you out of here, the master is very angry now!"

The young man stared at Lin An deadly.

Lin An sighed, pointed at the old man and said, "In another fifteen minutes, if the old man is not saved, he will really die." Are you sure you won't let me save it? ”

"You!" The middle-aged man's face sank and he stared at Lin An coldly.

"You bastard, dare to curse my grandfather, don't let him go!" The young man roared angrily.

His mother, who was already in pain, noticed that at the young man's words, she almost fainted, and was so angry that he wanted to kill the crazy bastard now.

The middle-aged man was obviously more mature and steady, took a deep breath to suppress his anger, and stared at Lin An.

"Stranger, if you are here to make trouble, I advise you to apologize immediately while I am still calm, otherwise ......"

"This old man is not seriously ill, but the poison on his body in his early years has not been completely eliminated, and now he has reached the age of qi and blood, and he has been corroded by the poison for a long time, and he has reached the point where the oil has run out and the lamp has dried up."

Lin An looked at the middle-aged man lightly, his face did not fluctuate, he just described what he knew.

And everyone heard the sound of ridicule such as poison, but when they found that the middle-aged man's face was getting more and more serious, everyone faintly realized that something was wrong.

"You bastard still dare to talk nonsense, how can my grandfather be poisoned, you get out of here, or I'll throw you off the train!"

The young man roared angrily at Lin An, his fists clenched and creaked.

The old man who saw the doctor was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Lin An:

"Xiaoyou, if it is really poisoned into the viscera, isn't it difficult to cure the gods and immortals, but you just said that you can save it, but the truth?"

"Mr. Xu, even you said that my grandfather was not saved, this person is a liar at all, and he came to deceive my family!" The young man said angrily.

The middle-aged man looked at Lin An coldly, obviously thinking the same.

Lin An frowned, they didn't believe what he said, but they couldn't watch the old man die in front of his eyes.

Thinking of this, Lin An walked towards the old man.

"What are you doing!" The young man's face changed, and he rushed to block Lin An angrily.

Lin An waved his hand, and the young man was thrown out of the aisle.

"Who the hell sent you?"

The middle-aged man was frightened and protected his wife and retreated.

"I'll double how much you want!"

"Shut up."

Lin An snorted coldly, walked to the old man's side and stretched out his hand to check his pulse.

"I just can't bear to see the old gentleman die tragically for no reason, and if I dare to make noise, don't blame me for not saving me!"

With a cold drink, the whole carriage suddenly fell silent.

The young man was helped up by Mr. Xu and walked next to the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged woman said with concern:

"Ashin, how are you?"

"Don't worry, madam, this little brother is very measured and not hurt." Mr. Xu said.

The middle-aged man looked at Lin An with a face when he heard this, but his face changed several times, and he whispered:

"Mr. Xu, according to you, my father is really poisoned?"

"I don't know."

Mr. Xu smiled bitterly:

"But then again, the old gentleman is really not in good shape, even if he goes to the nearest hospital for more than an hour, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on, so you might as well let the little brother give it a try."

The middle-aged man sighed, nodded, and said in a deep voice to Lin An.

"Little brother, Fang is not right for me, if you can really cure my father, no matter what you need, just mention it, as long as my Han family can do it, I will definitely help you."

Lin An's face was indifferent, and he turned over two silver needles in his hand and pierced the old man's acupuncture points, and said lightly:

"Do you think I lack that little commitment from your Han family?"

"This ......"

Han Shangyun hesitated, and finally reacted.

If this young man is really a doctor of skill, how can he covet this little affection of his Han family.

Han Shangyun is a person who has been through ups and downs for a long time, and after thinking about this, he said:

"Then it's troublesome little brother, Ashin, let's stand back and leave it to the little doctor to see grandpa."

"No, I'm going to watch him, I'm going to watch grandpa." The young man Ashin shook his head stubbornly.

"Whatever you want, but if you dare to make any more noise, be careful that I smoke you."

Lin An glanced at him, and there was a threat between the words blessed by the internal qi, and Ashin only felt that his brain was shocked and he was a little distracted.

Lin An held the silver needle in his hand, and the micro-operation of his hands constantly changed the acupuncture points stimulated by the silver needle.

In the blink of an eye, it was like a flash of silver light.

As Lin An continued to inject internal qi to purify the old man's viscera, the silver needle that pierced the old man's body suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.

The silver needles suddenly turned black, and drops of black blood converged from the tips of the silver needles into blood water.

Ashin was the closest, suddenly covered his mouth and nose, and bent down in pain.

"Xin'er, what's wrong with you, Xin'er!" The middle-aged beautiful woman suddenly panicked.

In just a few seconds, Ashin's face turned pale.

Seeing Ashin's extremely poisoned appearance, this scene frightened the middle-aged man's face drastically.

"Little brother, it's all because I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, please save my family Xin'er."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he bowed heavily to Lin An three times.

Lin An is at the critical moment of forcing drugs, how can he stop.

It's just that this kid just got too close and inhaled the poison gas.

Look at his fine skin and tender flesh, he is obviously pampered, and he can't bear the torture of poisonous gas at all, and he is afraid that he will pass out in a while.