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He knelt down before Qin Jiang with a thud, grabbing Qin Jiang's leg. He was determined to live and leave the doctor, no matter what.

Then he would have no chance at all, and his son was already unfilial. He had to seize every opportunity to keep himself alive.

"Doctor, I'm begging you. Please forgive me. I may have been bad to my daughter, but I don't deserve to die. I've tried my best all my life. You know, even a farmer has to weigh the pros and cons. With so many children in the family, our abilities are limited."

"If we could treat everyone equally, who wouldn't want to do that? Rich people can treat everyone equally, giving their sons one house and their daughters the same house, but we don't have that ability."

As he spoke, tears streamed down his face, perfectly expressing his grievances.

When Qin Jiang heard the other person crying, he also felt a headache coming on. What was going on?

"Please stop crying, okay?"

"Of course I can not cry, but you should take my pulse first."

As the other party was saying this, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor immediately came out from the crowd. The doctor looked bald, but he was wearing glasses. Since Qin Jiang was unwilling, he had at least some medical knowledge and was certainly qualified to treat patients.

He immediately explained his identity. Although the old man still didn't believe him, he was happy to receive free medical treatment.

"Then you'd better take a good look at me, and don't you dare find anything wrong with my body."

The old Chinese medicine doctor immediately regretted his actions. What did you mean?
You think I can tell whether it's good or bad for you? I've been practicing medicine for several years now.

Our family has been practicing traditional Chinese medicine for generations. If you say something like that, who would dare to treat you? You already have health problems, and if we treat you, we might end up making things worse for you.

Everyone's faces darkened. They all said that the old man was too greedy. It was not easy for someone to treat him, and yet he spoke rudely to them.

After the old man sensed everyone's anger, he realized that he shouldn't have spoken like that and made them angry. So these people were pointing fingers at him, their tone full of resentment.

He didn't say anything, but when the old Chinese medicine doctor took his pulse, his expression changed instantly. It turned out that although Qin Jiang was a young man, he was very perceptive. Immediately, the students following behind the old Chinese medicine doctor also stood there.

"Teacher, can we learn something after you've taken our pulse?"

The old Chinese medicine doctor had originally planned to teach his students how to identify the death pulse at the moment of the fourth-level death, since such opportunities are rare. However, an example was immediately presented on the spot, which allowed his students to learn properly.

“Take a look at this pulse, everyone. This is a death pulse. You may never encounter one in your lifetime.”

Upon hearing what the old Chinese medicine doctor said, the middle-aged man instantly exploded. What did that mean?

You're saying I'm about to die, and you're using me as a role model. "Believe it or not, I'll chop you up right now. You treated me, fine, but now you're cursing me to die. Even Dr. Qin didn't say I was going to die, he just said my illness was incurable. But you're saying this now. I'm telling you, I'm not done with you."

He was so angry he was about to jump up and down, but the doctor in front of him was not in a hurry. No matter how anxious you are, your physical condition is already laid out in front of you, and everyone can see it clearly. Why are you in such a hurry?

“You’ve already gotten to this state. If you don’t believe me, have Dr. Qin examine you again. You’ve been traveling a lot on the way here, and you’ve been smoking non-stop these past two days. Your body has already broken down.”

Qin Jiang had to admit that this old Chinese medicine doctor was quite capable. Indeed, the particularly greedy man in front of him had already exhausted his physical strength and only had a couple of days left to live.

The man looked at Qin Jiang, who nodded, and then immediately collapsed to the ground.

In their eagerness to learn more, the students swarmed around him, each taking his pulse, and finally understood what a "dead pulse" looked like.

The surrounding crowd dispersed. It was such bad luck; they might even witness the other person's death here.

Therefore, no one wants to get involved in such matters, and almost everyone stays far away, trying to avoid any involvement with these things.

By this time, everyone who had been standing in the corner had left. Seeing that there was nothing more to it, the law enforcement team gave them some advice.

"You should go back and prepare your own coffin. While you're still alive, you can decide whether you want peach wood or pear wood. Otherwise, once you're dead, you won't be able to decide anymore. They might just take you to the crematorium and burn you to ashes. Anyway, you should hurry back and prepare it for yourself."

After the law enforcement team finished speaking, the man got up from the ground. He no longer dared to argue with anyone. He was only thinking about whether he could use the money from his family to prepare for his funeral.

Most importantly, after he dies, given the attitude of his son and wife towards him, it will certainly not be good. He might just be wrapped up in a straw mat and his life will end in mediocrity.

"How can a person live such a miserable life? Everyone says that raising children is for old age security. What's so good about raising a son? No one has ever told me this before. Raising a son doesn't provide any security in old age. If anyone had told me this, I wouldn't have treated my son so well."

As he said these words, he felt an intense bitterness in his heart, as if someone had sprinkled a handful of bitter herbs on his heart, making it impossible for him to ever escape from this sea of ​​suffering for the rest of his life.

When he got home, he immediately told his wife what the doctor had said, and he also took out the family's money to buy himself a coffin. His wife, who was playing mahjong, threw away the cigarette in her mouth.

"You old codger, what do you mean? People have already said that evil people live for a thousand years. How could you possibly die? You insist on using the family's money to buy your coffin. What happened in the last time? And your son doesn't even have a house yet. You're thinking about taking care of your own funeral first. I think you've gone mad."

"If you dare to use your money to buy a coffin today, don't blame me for being impolite."

His son was inside. Hearing the commotion outside, he came out as well, knowing that his father had been acting strangely lately. (End of Chapter)