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Lin Yuan, who was at the back of the crowd, was also slightly surprised.

He had assumed that even if Shen Zhenlin was a skilled doctor, he could at most diagnose a deficiency of spirit and blockage of meridians.

They may not be able to accurately see through the root cause of illness caused by evil spirits disturbing the mind.

After all, ordinary traditional Chinese medicine practitioners cannot detect this kind of invisible evil energy.

But to my surprise, the other party saw through the root of the problem at a glance.

He truly is a renowned master of traditional Chinese medicine in Jiangnan Province.

This skill is absolutely genuine, without a trace of exaggeration.

Lin Yuan sighed inwardly.

Now that the root cause of the problem has been identified, the next step is to see if Shen Zhenlin can completely cure it.

Zheng Jiwen, who was standing to the side, was feeling very uneasy.

The idea that evil spirits can enter the body is really too mystical.

He had lived for over forty years and always believed in science and Western medical instruments; he had never encountered such a strange thing before.

However, his father's treatments were ineffective, and no medical methods could find the problem.

Right now, he has no other choice but to trust Shen Zhenlin.

He took a deep breath and looked at Shen Zhenlin with a look of urgency.

"Mr. Shen, do you have a way to resolve this?"

"As long as my father's strange illness can be completely cured, the Zheng family will not haggle over the consultation fee, no matter how much it is, and will fully cooperate!"

Now, he's willing to spend any amount of money as long as it can relieve the old man's pain.

Shen Zhenlin remained calm, appearing confident and composed.

He gently stroked his beard and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"There are solutions, of course."

"This disease does not require Western medicine or ordinary herbal decoctions."

"I first used ancient silver needles to unblock the meridians and calm the mind, combined with simple esoteric techniques to dispel evil spirits, and then I prescribed a special exorcising and calming medicine."

"After seven days of continuous treatment, the evil influences in his body will be completely dispelled, and the old man will recover completely and will never have a recurring attack again."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jiwen's anxiety, which had been hanging over him for half a month, instantly eased considerably.

A long-lost look of joy finally appeared on his face.

Director Ma and Song Yuwei exchanged a glance, still half-believing and half-doubting.

Their long-standing understanding of Western medicine makes it difficult for them to accept the idea of ​​healing through mystical methods.

But with all scientific methods now ineffective, they can't come up with any reason to refute it.

Lin Yuan, standing at the very end, silently nodded to himself.

Shen Zhenlin's treatment approach is completely effective.

Acupuncture to calm the mind, mystical arts to exorcise evil spirits, and herbal medicine to strengthen the body—these three steps are just enough to eradicate the evil spirits that have invaded the body.

There is no problem.

Lin Yuan instantly understood.

It seems I'm out of luck for today's house call.

Originally, I was hoping to cure the old man, earn a hefty medical fee, and raise money to buy a car.

It seems that it's not even my turn to take action now.

As expected of a veteran doctor, their skills are truly exceptional.

Lin Yuan felt no jealousy; instead, he secretly memorized the name Shen Zhenlin.

A truly skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor deserves our respect.

Just when everyone thought that Shen Zhenlin was about to perform acupuncture to treat the patient.

Shen Zhenlin's gaze swept across the entire room, finally landing on Li Chongde, and he slowly began to speak.

"Chongde, since you're here, come and lend a hand and help me with the acupuncture."

Li Chongde was taken aback for a moment, then immediately nodded respectfully.

"Yes, Uncle-Master!"

Everyone's attention instantly focused on the hospital bed.

We'll just have to wait and see how this renowned doctor from Jiangnan uses his skills to cure this strange disease whose cause cannot be found.

Upon hearing his uncle's instructions, Li Chongde immediately stepped forward, becoming fully alert.

The opportunity to assist the renowned physician Shen Zhenlin from Jiangnan was extremely rare.

Not only can you learn real skills, but it's also a form of recognition.

Shen Zhenlin took out a set of silver needles of varying lengths from an antique wooden box he carried with him.

The silver needles were shiny and finely polished, clearly treasured items that had been used for many years.

"Prepare warm water and sterilize the silver needles."

Shen Zhenlin spoke calmly and composedly.

Zheng Jiwen didn't dare to delay and immediately asked the housekeeper to bring warm water and disinfectant cotton.

They were extremely respectful throughout, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Everyone in the bedroom held their breath and watched silently.

Director Ma and Song Yuwei stared intently at the silver needles, eager to see for themselves what the principle behind the so-called exorcism and healing was.

Lin Yuan remained standing at the back, his expression calm, silently observing.

Shen Zhenlin's technique was extremely skillful.

Pinching the needle, disinfecting, and inserting the needle—the whole process was fluid and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

With a few swift movements, more than a dozen silver needles were precisely inserted into several key acupoints on the old man's head, temples, and back of the neck.

The location was tricky, and the angle was exquisite.

His needle-handling skills alone were enough to impress everyone present.

Li Chongde stood aside to assist, nodding in approval as he watched.

My uncle's acupuncture skills over the past few decades are indeed well-deserved.

After the needle was inserted, Shen Zhenlin put his two fingers together and gently twisted the end of the needle.

A slight, subtle vibration traveled through the silver needle to the acupoint.

Immediately afterwards, he formed a simple, ancient hand seal with one hand and gently brushed it over the old man's head.

Outsiders couldn't understand the intricacies, but the oppressive, gloomy atmosphere in the air visibly faded slightly.

This is what he calls mystical exorcism.

The whole process was smooth and unhurried.

Three minutes passed in a flash.

Old Master Zheng lay on the bed, his brows furrowed and groaning softly.

His tense expression visibly relaxed.

The severe headache that had plagued him for half a month was rapidly subsiding.

Two more minutes passed.

The old man exhaled a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were no longer cloudy and dull, and he felt much more refreshed.

"It doesn't hurt anymore... my head really doesn't hurt anymore!"

Grandpa Zheng's voice was hoarse, but it carried an undisguised excitement.

Half a month!

I suffered from insomnia and unbearable pain for two whole weeks!

I visited three major hospitals, spent countless amounts of money, and suffered countless hardships, but it was all for naught.

As a result, Shen Zhenlin cured the pain in just a few minutes!

Zheng Jiwen, who was standing to the side, was overjoyed. The huge weight that had been hanging over him for half a month had finally been lifted off his feet.

With a face full of gratitude, he quickly stepped forward to express his thanks: "Old Shen's skills are amazing! You are truly a miracle doctor! Thank you so much!"

Director Ma and Song Yuwei were completely stunned.

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

Strange diseases that cannot be detected by instruments, and intractable ailments that Western medicine is helpless against.

A few silver needles and a simple technique can cure it directly?

At this moment, Song Yuwei's understanding of Western medicine, which she had built up over many years, began to falter for the first time.

Is Traditional Chinese Medicine really that amazing?

Li Chongde spoke with a proud smile.

"My uncle's acupuncture technique is specifically designed to cure all sorts of strange illnesses caused by evil spirits and demons. This little problem is not a difficult task for him."

Shen Zhenlin withdrew the silver needles with calm and composed movements, showing no trace of pride on his face.

He said calmly, "Most of the Yin energy has been dispelled, and my headache has subsided."

"Drink the herbal medicine I prescribed for the next seven days as prescribed, rest and recuperate, and once the pathogenic factors are completely expelled, it will not recur."

Zheng Jiwen nodded repeatedly, his attitude extremely respectful.

"I will definitely follow your instructions strictly! Dr. Shen, please wait a moment, I'll prepare the consultation fee for you right away!"

After saying that, he turned around to write the check.

Just when everyone thought that the matter had come to a satisfactory conclusion and a perfect end.

Lin Yuan, who had been quietly observing, suddenly focused his gaze.