The female president's fierce medical son-in-law

"In less than half a year, Happiness Pharmaceuticals can sweep the entire weight loss market. With 5000 billion cakes, we can eat as much as we want."

The audience was silent at first, and then there was an uproar. Zha Guifang's eyes lit up, and her face glowed with spring.

"But I can't see the names of these two medicines, what should I do?"

"I'm dying of anxiety. Where is this man? I need to see him soon. What if I can't see him?"

Old Long's face was full of anxiety, and his words contained complaints:
"Such an important prescription, Mr. Zha, why did you wash it in the washing machine?"

Everyone looked at the beautiful CEO, with dissatisfaction and regret on their faces.

"I'm calling my brother."

Zha Guifang said a word, and announced the end of the meeting with embarrassment.

The renovation of the medical building was progressing very quickly. Some rooms were finished first, and Lin Tong tidied up one room. He slept here when it got late at night.

That day, he was late in discussing medical skills with Jiang Zhilin, so he slept in the medical hall.

The next morning, when he was about to go out to the dinner with Wu Xuewen and his wife, Hua Siming hurried over with a very anxious expression:
"Little master, it's not good, old man Song fainted."

"He said he had a stomachache and came to see a doctor. I told him to wait. There were still a few people in front of him. After waiting for a while, he collapsed."

When Lin Tong heard this, he hurriedly got up and ran towards the backyard.

Hua Siming, Jiang Zhilin, and Wang Xiaoling each occupied one of the four rooms in the backyard that had been renovated, and the remaining one was temporarily used as a consulting room.

Lin Tong rushed into the consultation room, surrounded by more than a dozen elderly people, and Uncle Song fell back on the chair and remained motionless.

His face was gray, his breathing was labored, and there was foam at the corners of his mouth.

Uncle Song's wife, who had chased after hearing the news, had already thrown himself in front of Uncle Song and cried:

"Old Song, what's the matter with you? Something happened to you, what will my daughter and I do?"

"I can't live anymore, just take me with you."

She cried miserably and shouted to the sky, Hua Siming was terrified and panicked.

"Don't cry! I'll show him."

Lin Tong pulled away Uncle Song's wife to stop her from crying, and he knelt down to feel Uncle Song's pulse.

"The heart attack caused him to go into shock."

Once touched, Lin Tong quickly made a judgment, immediately picked up the silver needle, and gave Uncle Song the third method among the eighteen methods of Qimen, Sanguangtongshuan.

At the same time, he asked Hua Siming to give him Suxiao Jiuxin Pills and aspirin.

Lin Tong quickly pricked three needles around his heart, and then twisted it carefully. Uncle Song's gray-black face slowly turned red, and he touched it with his fingers.

After Lin Tong twisted the last stitch for him, Uncle Song's eyes slowly opened:

"Okay, I'm fine."

"Ah, he's all right."

Everyone was surprised and looked at each other.

After a while, Uncle Song's health improved obviously, and he was able to sit up from the chair:
"Just now, my chest was suddenly blocked and I couldn't breathe. As soon as my eyes went dark, I fell down."

Hua Siming breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Lin Tong, full of admiration and gratitude.

Uncle Song's wife is even more grateful:

"Master Lin, thank you, you are the great benefactor of our family."

Uncle Song looked at Lin Tong with gratitude and doubts:

"Doctor Lin, why did I suddenly go into shock?"

"You had a heart attack, you stopped taking the medicine suddenly, and you got angry again last night. Are you angry with someone?"

Lin Tong kindly held Uncle Song's hand and smiled and told him:

"Don't be angry in the future, just look at everything."

Uncle Song's eyes lit up, and he admired Lin Tong even more:
"You're right. Last week, my wife didn't listen to my dissuasion. She was dragged to attend a health care class and bought more than 1 yuan of health care mouth."

"It turned out yesterday that these health care products are counterfeit and shoddy products that have no effect. When I went to find those people, they all ran away and turned off their mobile phones. Are you angry?"

Uncle Song's wife looked puzzled:
"Then I'm also very angry, my chest hurts from anger, why didn't I go into shock?"

Lin Tong smiled:

"You don't have a heart attack, so of course you won't go into shock. But if you get angry for a long time, it's not good for your body. Be careful in the future, don't trust those so-called health-preserving courses that are hyped up, let alone buy health-preserving medicines that are promoted in this way. "

Uncle Song and his wife both nodded in agreement, and then insisted on leaving two hundred yuan for the consultation fee, and left after thanking each other repeatedly.

Lin Tong saw a few more patients and asked Hua Siming to stand aside to see the doctor.

After seeing the patient, he and Cao Xiaoyang drove to the restaurant in Meiyuan Village.

They hurried into the "Red Rose" private room, and Wu Xuewen and his wife stood up quickly, smiling apologetically on their faces:

"Brother Lin, I'm sorry, I underestimated you yesterday, I'm really sorry."

Cha Guifang poured a glass of red wine:
"Please forgive my sister for her superficial knowledge and ignorance, for throwing the weight loss secret recipe you wrote into the washing machine and washing it."

Lin Tong's expression froze:
"Washed off?"

"I didn't do it on purpose. I forgot that there was such an important thing in my pocket after taking a shower, so I threw it in."

After Zha Guifang sincerely apologized, she quickly introduced to Long Shibao:
"Come on, Old Long, he is the one who wrote the secret recipe, my brother Lin Tong."

Long Shibao was already stunned, his eyes blinked wildly, he wondered if he was dazzled, why the person who wrote this secret recipe was not an old man with hair and hair, but an ordinary young man.

He quickly stood up, smiled the biggest, and held Lin Tong's hand tightly:
"Did you really write this secret recipe? It's amazing, you are better than a doctoral supervisor, and an expert in traditional Chinese medicine. Really, you only have two words on it, which makes my eyes shine, and I am enlightened."

Lin Tong smiled and said:

"Old Long is too much, I just wrote it casually, and I am very relieved that you didn't laugh at me."

After the two sat down, they toasted each other and started talking again.

Wu Xuewen poured two taels of white wine, stood up and bent slightly:

"Brother, I am also responsible, old brain, I think you have extraordinary medical skills at your age, how can you still have such a profound knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Especially the secret recipe for weight loss, which is the result of countless trials and trials."

The two drank the white wine in one gulp, and were about to pick up the bottle to pour it, but Lin Tong held it down:
"Sister, brother-in-law, I don't blame you. After all, I am young. Who would believe that I can prescribe a secret recipe for weight loss so casually."

"Besides, I am the major shareholder of the company, but my sister has been busy all the time. I feel really sorry. Even if I suffer a little bit of grievance, it's nothing?"

"Don't mention this matter again. We have Long Lao to cooperate with me. This secret recipe can be made more perfect."

Seeing Lin Tong's sincerity, Zha Guifang felt relieved:

"Brother Tong has a big belly. My sister will not do this again in the future. I absolutely believe in you."

"Brother Tong, there are still two kinds of medicine names on the paper, and Mr. Long can't read them clearly. Can you rewrite them?"

Lin Tong glanced at Long Shibao, picked up a brush and made a few strokes, rewrote a prescription, and handed it to Zha Guifang: