Lin Qingqian, the 100th generation descendant of Yaowang Valley, went down the mountain for the first time in twenty years.
Master said: Go to the secular world to gain experience and help the world and save people.
Lin Qingqian thought: Okay, let's find out the truth about the disappearance of her parents.
She walked into Jianghai City wearing a cloth skirt that had been washed white, a pair of black cloth shoes on her bare feet, and a blue cloth bag filled with silver needles hanging around her waist.
At Jianghai No. 1 Hospital, the expert shook his head: "This disease is hopeless." Lin Qingqian stepped forward and dropped three silver needles: "One shot will cure it." The whole place was in an uproar.
The patriarch of a wealthy family in the provincial capital is critically ill, and famous doctors are helpless. Lin Qingqian took the pulse for three seconds: "The cold poison penetrates into the marrow and Western medicine cannot cure it." With a pot of pills and three golden needles, the ancestor got out of bed and practiced Tai Chi on the spot.
Su Mobai, the president of the Su Group, was cold, sinister and decisive in killing, but he was tortured by a family genetic disease and died soon. When they met for the first time, Lin Qingqian pinched his wrist and said calmly: "I can cure your disease."
Su Mobai stared at her face as cold as snow, and his heart skipped a beat: "Conditions?"
"The consultation fee is three million."
"Not enough."
"How much do you want?"
"Marry me." From then on, everyone in Jianghai City knew that the cold-blooded miracle doctor in civilian clothes was blocked at the door by Mr. Su and forced to receive the certificate. Lin Qingqian: "... I just want to get good medical treatment." Su Mobai: "It's not a loss if you get married and then get treatment."
