"Are you fucking sick?" the little monk cursed.

"Amitabha, monks even curse people!" Mr. Bin shook his head in disappointment. "Little monk, you have a STD, and it's very serious. Are you saying I'm right?"

The little monk opposite was obviously cold, and then he became angry with a little concealment, "You are talking nonsense!"

"Okay, stop pretending! You met me today, this is your fortune. Otherwise, at the speed of your lifeline being ulcerated, even if you send a knife to the hospital, you may not be able to save your life!"

The little monk looked at Mr. Bin with a pale face. His complicated expression showed that Mr. Bin said everything was true.

He was indeed infected with the STD and could not cure any number of hospitals he had gone to. Now the doctor directly told him to remove it as soon as possible, otherwise it would endanger his life.

He is still very young, how could he accept this cruel fact?

The little monk's throat squirmed a few times and looked at Mr. Bin, "You, how did you know?"

You, who have become extremely respectful, can see that the little monk has now completely believed in Mr. Bin.

"I am an expert in this field. In this case, I can help you completely cure it in less than a month!" said Mr. Bin, who was very good at pretending to behave.

"Really?" The little monk looked at Mr. Bin with his eyes lit up.

"No hurry!" Mr. Bin ignored him. Instead, he walked to the monk next to him who looked stronger and healthy than him. "This little monk, have you had a little inexplicable itching in your lower body recently?"

"No!" The monk responded very firmly.

"That's over!" Young Master Bin slapped his thighs suddenly. "You are already terminally ill!"

"Ah?" The monk was confused. Why did he have no symptoms and he had problems.

"His symptoms are chronic, so the symptoms are more obvious. Yours is acute, and you skip the first stage directly. There is no disease, which is the most serious situation. Have you been in this area recently?

"How do you know?" The monk couldn't believe it at all.

"You are terminally ill, don't I know?" Bin Shao shook his head and sighed. "Your symptoms are even more difficult than him. Your thing has begun to degenerate and shrink. As early as three or five days, or as many as half a month, you will completely not feel the existence of that thing!"

"Ah? Miracle Doctor, save me, save me!" The monk was so scared that his face turned pale.

"Well, I have something to do today. You call me tomorrow!" Mr. Bin threw a business card to them.

"Thank you, the miracle doctor, thank you!" The two monks knelt in front of Mr. Bin and kowtowed to Mr. Bin. They had never been so pious when they knelt on the Buddha on weekdays.

"Then we can go in now, right?"

"This..." The two little monks were a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, we are here to treat Mayor Ying. When I cure Mayor Ying, not only will no one blame you, but mayor Ying will also reward you!" Mr. Bin is like this, he is a liar.

"Well, okay, we believe in your miracle doctor!" The two little monks nodded. "But he can't go in, right?"

The two of them looked at Xing Nan with a little embarrassed.

"He?" Mr. Bin pointed at Xing Nan in disbelief. "Little monk, that's my senior brother. His medical skills are much better than mine! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be sure to treat the mayor well!"

The two little monks were so surprised that they couldn't stop talking. It turned out that this man who had been standing there, shook his legs and smoked like a ruffian, was actually the senior brother of such a powerful miracle doctor?

"You should not behave like a person!" The little monk was full of admiration.

"Talented people will have a little sting!" Bin Shao said in a low voice. "The personality is very quirky. Don't make him angry. Otherwise, no one can save you!"

"Oh, oh!" The two little monks were fooled by Mr. Bin.

Seeing that Young Master Bin was just not moving, he made the two little monks obey. Xing Man was so surprised.

The two little monks led the way, Xing Man deliberately walked behind and approached Mr. Bin, "Can you really see their illness?"

"Nonsense, Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, listening, asking and touching!" Bin Shao said pretentiously. "That thin man really has a venereal disease. And that fat man is completely fooling him."

Xing Man was full of black lines and sincerely sighed, "I finally understand why doctors are a money-making industry. Damn, you can be fooled by you if you are not sick!"

"Please, I'm not trying to help you?" Bin Shao gave him a blank look.

"Uh...... Then did you mess with me now?" Xing Nan asked back and looked at him.

Behind the main hall of Jinguang Temple is the Zen Room.

In an independent Zen room on the south, there is an old monk living in the same status as the abbot.

Proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, especially acupuncture.

It was precisely because I heard of this old monk's medical skills that Mayor Ying could not cure him in major hospitals, so he could only come to ask for help from this old monk.

In the room, Mayor Ying took off his clothes and lay on the hard bed, and a few acupuncture needles were still shaking on his back.

"Master, how long will it take for me to recover?" Mayor Ying couldn't help asking.

An old monk who looked a little fat had wrinkles on his face and his eyebrows were drooping to the corners of his eyes. He squinted his eyes and said carefully: "Mayor, your body is seriously deficient. Take some kidney-tonifying medicinal herbs with acupuncture. You can recover in three to five years!"

"Three or five years?" Mayor Ying suddenly lost his patience when he heard this. "I can't wait for three or five months!"

"Mayor, I dare not boast about Haikou in the country. But in Jianhu area, I rank second in terms of traditional Chinese medicine and medical skills, and absolutely did not dare to take the first place. I can't cure it within three to five months. I believe others don't have the strength!" The old monk didn't understand what modesty mean at all.

"Tsk tsk, this monk's awesomeness is indeed fresh and refined!" The door was pushed open all of a sudden.

Mayor Ying and others inside were shocked.

Mayor Ying's secretary quickly blocked him and looked at Xing Nan and said, "Who are you? Who told you to break in, go out!"

"Since you've broken through, who else can I have permission?" Xing Nan rolled his eyes.

"Slow down!" the old monk stood up. "My friend, are you not convinced by my medical skills?"
Chapter completed!