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Stepping out of the women's clothing store, the mall outside was bustling with people, noisy and chaotic.

But Lin Wanrou couldn't calm down for a long time.

The scene that had just happened in the store kept replaying in her mind.

When the shop manager announced that the bracelet was worth one million, everyone was speechless with shock, as did Lin Yuan's gentle words.

As she was thinking, a warm hand suddenly took hers.

It's Lin Yuan.

My palms were warm, and the sensation was very clear.

Lin Wanrou's body stiffened instinctively, and her fingers curled up slightly.

They've been married for so long, but they usually keep a distance from each other and rarely do anything this intimate.

But this time, she couldn't break free.

She quietly let Lin Yuan lead her by the hand.

Lin Yuan chuckled softly when he saw that she seemed lost in thought.

"Wanrou, is there anything else we need to buy? Shall we go home?"

The original purpose of our shopping trip today was to give her a bracelet to make her happy. Now that we've achieved our goal, there's no need to continue shopping.

"Okay."

Lin Wanrou responded softly, her mind not on going home at all.

Her gaze unconsciously fell on the jade bracelet on her wrist.

The water is clear and bright, with a full circle of emerald green, and it feels warm and comfortable to the touch.

A bracelet worth one million.

Even if she didn't understand jewelry, she knew that ordinary people simply couldn't afford it.

But just now, Lin Yuan casually dismissed it as a gift from a friend, saying it wasn't worth much, and simply brushed it off.

She had a lot of questions on her mind.

Who exactly does Lin Yuan know?

When did you accumulate such a strong network of connections?

Why would someone give him such an expensive bracelet?

She had just opened her mouth, intending to ask about the bracelet's origin.

Lin Yuan's phone suddenly rang.

The ringing of the bell broke the silence between the two.

Lin Yuan released her hand, took out his phone, glanced at the incoming call, and answered it.

"Hello, Director Li."

The voice of Li Chongde from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine came from the other end of the phone.

"Xiaolin, where are you now? Are you okay?"

"I have a tricky patient I need to see, and I was thinking of asking you to come with me."

Now, whenever the hospital encounters a difficult case, Li Chongde's first thought is Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan said calmly, "I'm at a shopping mall in the city center. I'm fine, you can come over."

"That's perfect. Our ambulance will be leaving the hospital right away. You should get back to the hospital as soon as possible to meet up."

The two exchanged a few words about the general situation and then hung up the phone.

Lin Yuan turned to look at Lin Wanrou, who looked preoccupied.

"Wanrou, the department has arranged for me to make a house call. You should take a taxi home first. I need to go back to the hospital."

"Okay, you go ahead and do your work, work is the priority."

Lin Wanrou nodded, showing remarkable understanding.

Doctors are already often caught in a dilemma, let alone Lin Yuan, who is currently highly regarded at the hospital.

The questions I wanted to ask about the bracelet had to be put aside for now.

I can only wait until he gets home tonight to ask him properly.

Lin Yuan hailed a taxi and opened the back door for her.

Watching Lin Wanrou get in, he waved and watched the car drive away.

Only after the taxi was completely out of sight did he turn around and hail a taxi to the hospital.

On the way, Lin Yuan was making plans in his mind.

With his medical skills becoming more and more solid and his status in the hospital rising, it was time to earn more money and improve his and Lin Wanrou's lives.

The first thing to do is buy a car.

The family does own a BYD Dolphin, but it's mostly driven by my father-in-law, Lin Jianguo.

When he went out with Lin Wanrou, they relied entirely on an electric scooter all year round, suffering greatly in wind and rain.

Buying a car is something we need to put on the agenda as soon as possible.

Lin Yuan arrived at the parking lot of the Municipal People's Hospital after walking for a short while.

A black Denza minivan was parked on the side.

He opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

Besides Li Chongde in the passenger seat, there were two other people in the car.

One of them is Director Ma from the Department of Neurology. We had met before during a consultation and are considered acquaintances.

The other was a young-looking female doctor, dressed in a clean white coat, who looked capable and professional.

Li Chongde turned around and saw Lin Yuan, and immediately introduced him with a smile.

"Kobayashi is here."

"You've met Director Ma before, so I won't go into details."

"This is Dr. Song Yuwei, an attending physician in the Department of Neurology. Today, the patient's neurological symptoms are obvious, so I specifically asked Director Ma and Dr. Song to come together to see the patient, just to be on the safe side."

"Hello, Director Ma," Lin Yuan greeted politely.

Director Ma smiled and nodded: "Dr. Lin, it's been a long time."

Now everyone in the hospital knows that a young doctor has emerged in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Some diseases that Western medicine cannot cure can be cured by Lin Yuan with just one treatment. All the department heads think highly of him.

Lin Yuan turned to look at the female doctor next to him.

"Hello, Dr. Song."

"Hello, Dr. Lin."

Song Yuwei responded and took the initiative to reach out and gently shake his hand before quickly letting go.

During the handshake, she secretly sized up Lin Yuan.

He looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a clean-cut appearance and a calm and composed demeanor.

Recently, news about Lin Yuan has been circulating all over the hospital.

The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine has not produced such a talented young person in many years. He has the lowest seniority, but his medical skills surpass those of many senior TCM doctors in the hospital. Even the hospital leaders value him.

Song Yuwei was filled with curiosity.

She is 28 years old this year. She studied all the way to a medical doctorate and worked hard for several years before she became an attending physician and gained a foothold in the neurology department.

Traditional Chinese medicine is already in decline, making it even more difficult for young practitioners to rise to prominence.

Ke Lin is much younger than her and hasn't been in the industry for long, yet she has made a name for herself at the city hospital.

She was genuinely curious about just how skilled this young traditional Chinese medicine doctor really was.

The car started and slowly drove out of the parking lot, heading towards the patient's residence.

The car slowly drove out of the parking lot. Li Chongde sat in the passenger seat and turned to tell Lin Yuan the details of the patient's condition.

"Xiao Lin, this patient today is someone special, you should keep that in mind."

"It's the patriarch of the local Zheng family. The Zheng family started in the business of commerce and trade. They control most of the building materials and fresh produce channels in the entire Lincheng. They have a very deep pocket."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuwei and Director Ma in the back row both paused subconsciously.

In Lincheng, everyone has heard of the Zheng family's reputation. They are a true local tycoon, and their minor illnesses would never require multiple departments of the hospital to make a house call.

Li Chongde then sighed.

"Old Master Zheng has been suffering from migraines for almost half a month and can't sleep at night."

"I went to three major hospitals, had CT scans and MRIs done, and was prescribed various medications by the neurology department, but there was no relief whatsoever, and the instruments couldn't find anything wrong with me."

At this point, Li Chongde looked at Lin Yuan.

"You just cured Old Wang's stubborn migraine yesterday. His symptoms were almost exactly the same as Old Master Zheng's. Today, we'll mainly have to rely on you to handle this mess."

Lin Yuan had resolved all the difficult and complicated cases in the hospital, and Li Chongde had long regarded him as his trump card.

Lin Yuan nodded slightly, his tone calm.

"Don't worry, Director Li, I will diagnose it carefully."

He agreed verbally, but secretly made some plans in his mind.

The Zheng family?

Those who run big businesses also have such substantial wealth.

This is a perfect opportunity.

This wealthy family, who are not short of money, will definitely not treat him unfairly as long as he can cure the old man's headache; the consultation fee will be substantial.

He was also planning to buy a car, so having more money on hand would make things easier.

Song Yuwei, who was standing to the side, frowned slightly after hearing the whole story.

She clutched a stack of pre-printed medical reports in her hand, flipping through them several times.

All indicators were normal, and there were no organic lesions in the blood vessels, nerves, or brain tissue.

Western medicine is completely at a loss.

She turned her head to look at Lin Yuan, who was sitting quietly beside her, and her doubts deepened.

She had heard a little about how Wang Lao had been cured yesterday, but she remained skeptical.

Can a headache that no instruments can find the root cause be cured by a few needles and massages from traditional Chinese medicine?