As the scene went haywire, the nurse staring at the heart rate monitor let out a scream.

In addition to heartbeat monitoring, other devices that monitor vital signs also have new data, and the overall data shows that Mr. Lin's condition is gradually improving.

The pale face is gradually returning to its rosiness.

"Mr. Song, how did you do that?"

Lin Shiya said in astonishment.

"Of course, it depends on Chinese medicine and acupuncture."

Song Feng said lightly: "When I gave Mr. Lin acupuncture, I took his pulse by the way, the old man has been ill for many years, and his body has long been overwhelmed, and the recent sudden deterioration of his condition has further affected his health."

"I temporarily activated his life potential through acupuncture, but this method can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause, and I still need to study how to treat it next."

After talking about Mr. Lin's situation, Song Feng looked at Kang Hua, "Do you still think that Chinese medicine is a thing that pretends to be a ghost?"

"Luck, it's all luck!"

Kang Hua said stiffly: "Unless Mr. Lin completely improves, otherwise, I will never change my impression of Chinese medicine for the rest of my life."

"Existence is reasonable, what you see in Chinese medicine is only a corner of all Chinese medicine, Chinese medicine is broad and profound, and you can't reach it in your life."

Leaving this sentence, Song Feng turned around and left, too lazy to popularize the greatness of Chinese medicine to Kanghua.

Those who understand naturally understand.

People who don't believe it won't believe it, even if they talk about it for three days and three nights, and Song Feng will talk dry, he won't believe it.

"Mr. Song, wait a minute."

After a while, Lin Shiya chased out from inside and called Song Feng out of breath.

"Mr. Song, when are you going to start post-treatment for my grandfather?"

Song Feng smiled lightly: "You have to wait for me to find a place to live first, I can't hide it, if it weren't for Lina's phone call, I would have returned to Xiangcheng by now."

Knowing that Song Feng had withdrawn from the hotel room, Lin Shiya said without thinking, "If you don't mind, you can go to my house to stay."

"To your house?"

Song Feng said unexpectedly, "Lonely men and widows are in the same room, so you are not afraid of other people gossiping about you?"

Lin Shiya shook her head with a bitter expression and said, "Since I was a child, I have had a lot of gossip on my body, and one more sentence or one sentence is nothing to me."

"You are the benefactor of my family, and inviting you to live in my house is also a way for me to express my gratitude."

"Tomorrow is the weekend, the local hotels must be very tight, you may not be able to book a room now, Mr. Song, you can go to my house for two days temporarily."

Lin Shiya invited Song Feng to live in her house, not only to repay Song Feng, but also for Song Feng's safety.

From Song Feng's appearance to the present, he has offended countless people in a row.

Lin Kun must have hated Song Feng to the core.

As a blood relative, Lin Shiya knows Lin Kun's character very well.

Under the pampering of his grandfather, Lin Kun had no one in his eyes and acted without scruples.

Song Feng first beat his subordinates, and then embarrassed Lin Kun in public, with Lin Kun's careful eyes, he would never let Song Feng go.

If Song Feng lived in a hotel outside, Lin Kun could have countless ways to deal with him.

Inviting Song Feng to live in his own house can somewhat reduce some of the dangers.

Unable to resist Lin Shiya's repeated invitations, Song Feng said, "Okay, let's go to your house for a few days."

Seeing that Song Feng agreed, Lin Shiya invited Song Feng into the car.

Drive away from the villa area and back to the city to a mid-range community.

"Is this your home?"

Song Feng was surprised.

In his mind, although Lin Shiya is not welcomed, she is the daughter of a wealthy family after all.

I can't live in a big villa, I have to live in a small villa.

Who would have thought that Lin Shiya's home turned out to be an ordinary unit.

The room is divided into two rooms,

The overall area is about 80 square meters, very clean, the house is simple, and there is nothing of value in sight.

The descendants and grandchildren of the big family actually lived in two bedrooms and one living room, and Song Feng was also an eye-opener.

Lin Shiya smiled bitterly: "I have been used to living a hard life since I was a child, and my needs for life are not very high."

Afterwards, Song Feng learned that in order to support the trading company left by his father, Lin Shiya invested all the money in it.

A two-room set was her only additional possession.

Lin Shiya was about to go into the kitchen to pour water for Song Feng, when the phone in her bag suddenly rang.

"Okay, I see, I'll go right now."

After answering the phone, Lin Shiya said with an anxious expression: "Mr. Song, I'm really sorry, there is something urgent in my company that I need to deal with."

"You need to rest now, and I'll arrange for you to stay when I get back in the evening."

"You go get busy first."

It can be seen that Lin Shiya is really anxious, and she doesn't dare to delay for a minute, Song Feng said considerately: "I will take care of myself alone, you hurry up and go busy with your affairs."

"I'll go first."

Even if she was in a hurry, Lin Shiya didn't forget to leave a key for Song Feng.

Looking at Lin Shiya's departing back, Song Feng shook his head.

From the perspective of the palace of life, Lin Shiya was born to work hard, and her life has been bumpy since she was a child.

Pressured like never before by his peers.

After resting for half an hour, Song Feng got up and opened the door and left.

If what he expected was right, at this moment, the old man of the Lin family, who had fallen into a coma, had woken up, but his body was very weak.

When she comes back in the evening, Lin Shiya will definitely ask about this matter.

Song Feng decided to go to the local Chinese herbal medicine wholesale market to get some Chinese herbal medicines to nourish the body and temporarily stabilize Mr. Lin's body.

After that, the next treatment plan is considered.

According to the mobile phone navigation, Song Feng came to the Jiangcheng Chinese herbal medicine wholesale market.

The market is as lively as the Chinese New Year, and you can see all kinds of rare Chinese medicine everywhere.

"Take a walk, take a look, the best wild ginseng, after this village, there will be no such shop."

"Today's tearful sale, if you sell it, you will make money, come and see."

After walking a few steps, a shout attracted Song Feng's attention.

Not far away, there is a stall with many kinds of ginseng, large and small.

There are many onlookers, but very few people actually spend money to buy it.

The stall owner praised his own ginseng, all of which were wild ginseng from the north.

The price is cheap and the medicinal properties are immediate.

"How much does this cost?"

Song Feng walked to the front of the stall and took a ginseng more than forty centimeters in his hand.

Seeing that someone wanted to buy it, the onlookers had expressions on their faces waiting to see a good show.

People who come and go know that the ginseng on the stall is not wild ginseng at all, and there are very few real wild ginseng.

It is impossible to put it in a stall and sell it in public.

What's more, the price given by the boss is only a few hundred yuan.

If you want to buy wild ginseng at this price, the probability of winning the lottery is even smaller.

It is also because of this that there are many onlookers and few people who pay for it.