Chapter 57

Ten minutes later, the manager of winter took back his previous contempt.

"Little brother, you are a person who knows how to do things. It's me who has lost sight of you."

Put down the medicine in his hand, the winter boss nodded to Murong Kai: "master Murong, the test has passed."

"I hope you can forgive me, fange."

After paying for the medicine quickly, Murong Kai said with a smile, "I'm also for the sake of my sister's good. I'm afraid..."

"Murong brother, you don't have to say, I understand your mood."

After taking the medicine, Lin Fan's heart was full of excitement: "go, find a quiet place for me to refine medicine."

Manager Dong, it's not good. Something's wrong, manager Dong.

Just as they were about to leave, there was a cry at the door of the pharmacy.

A middle-aged man with an old man on his back walked in quickly and called to the winter shopkeeper: "manager winter, please help my father. My father was still good just now, and suddenly fainted."

"Come on, put the old man on the bed."

Quickly came out from the backstage, the winter shopkeeper grabbed the old man's wrist to feel the pulse.

"Van Gogh, why don't you go?"

Murong Kai, who had already arrived at the door, looked back curiously at Lin Fan's failure to catch up.

"Wait a minute, no hurry."

Lin Fan's eyes flashed a ray of brilliance when he saw the shopkeeper's pulse to the old man.

It's normal for the pharmacy owner to be a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, but Lin Fan wants to see how good the manager is.

He was tested by manager Dong just now. Although it's just a small matter, Lin Fan feels happy in his heart.

The feeling of being suspected is not good.

"Bring me my silver needle."

Put down the old man's wrist, winter shopkeeper to the middle-aged man comfort way: "should be syncope, wait for me to prick a few needles will be OK."

"I'm scared. Thank you, manager Dong." He bowed down to the shopkeeper in winter, and the middle-aged man continued to thank him.

When the winter shopkeeper applied the needle, Lin Fan frowned slightly. It doesn't seem to be syncope. It's something else.

After the injection, the winter shopkeeper did not feel relieved, but his face became dignified.

"Strange, according to normal, after I go down these three needles, the old man should wake up."

Hurry to give the old man pulse, winter shopkeeper's eyes suddenly opened: "the old man's breath of life has been declining, how is this going on?"

"Manager Dong, what's wrong with my father?"

Seeing the anxious face of the shopkeeper in winter, the middle-aged man was also flustered: "didn't you say nothing just now?"

"Just now, now."

Quickly put out his hand to hold the old man's neck, and the winter shopkeeper motioned for the man to come over: "be careful and help the old man up."

Manager Dong, wait a minute.

See the winter shopkeeper's action, Lin Fan immediately opened his mouth to stop: "now can't help the old man up, help up will have an accident."

Just ready to stretch out the hand of the man was so scared, immediately took back the palm, winter shopkeeper is also careful to put down the old man.

"What do you mean, little brother?"

Turning around and looking at Lin fan, the winter shopkeeper frowned tightly: "now the old man's breath is getting weaker and weaker. It's not a time for fun."

"Don't you find out, shopkeeper Dong?"

Put the medicine in murongkai's hand, Lin Fan went directly to him: "the old man didn't faint, but choked into his nose. If I'm not wrong, you were eating noodles when the accident happened?"

The middle-aged man Leng Leng, hurriedly should way: "yes, yes, at that time, my father and I were eating noodles, eating the ground, my father fainted."

"Little brother, is syncope related to eating noodles?"