Lin Fan calmly explained, "Just now, it was the effect of the Profound Ice Pill taking action. The reason it's called Profound Ice Grass is because the extracted dicinal effect naturally carries a cold aura. But this coldness can help detoxify the body. Once the toxins are cleared, the body naturally recovers."
Secretary Ma smiled and said, "Divine Doctor Lin's dical skill is truly awe-inspiring. I've been completely won over by Divine Doctor Lin."
Mayor Long still couldn't quite believe it and said, "Old Ma, are you really okay? Could it be an illusion, or might there be so aftereffects? How about this, let's have the doctor check you over so that everyone can be reassured."
Secretary Ma waved his hand, "No need, I trust Divine Doctor Lin's dical skills completely. I'm very aware of my condition; without Divine Doctor Lin, I would be a dead man now."
Lin Fan, however, said, "Since the doctor is here and the mayor isn't at ease, it wouldn't hurt to have the doctor take a look. Doctor, please."
Mayor Long imdiately said, "Doctor, sorry to trouble you."
He still remained a bit uneasy about Lin Fan.
The doctor then stepped forward as requested and conducted a simple check-up on Secretary Ma.
Afterwards, the doctor stated, "Secretary Ma's physical condition is very healthy, no issues at all, at least I can't see any. Whatever illness Secretary Ma had before, I think he's already recovered."
What?
Mayor Long was taken aback. Given the doctor's confirmation, he had no choice but to believe it—Secretary Ma was really okay!
Lin Fan was indeed as legendary as rumored, curing Secretary Ma in such a manner; truly a divine doctor!
"Holy crap, this young man's dical skill is truly amazing."
"This thod of treating illness with alchemy is unprecedented and unheard of!"
"I can see the essence of traditional Chinese dicine in this! This is how it's described in legends!"
"So impressive, and he's so young. I'm not feeling well either; I want to consult him too. Money is not an issue!"
The crowd was buzzing, all eager to have a try.
Especially those investors, they all have money. However, regardless of wealth, no one can escape the cycle of life, old age, illness, and death. Everyone's body has its problems, so of which can't be cured no matter how much money is spent.
It's not about money; it's the limit of current dical technology. dicine has its bottlenecks, and there are still many incurable diseases at the current level, like cancer. Humanity is far from being able to eradicate cancer.
Not to ntion cancer, should an unknown virus accidentally erge and spread widely, it could deal a devastating blow to humanity.
No one escapes life, old age, illness, and death, be you a national leader, the world's richest, a rural villager, or a street beggar, all are equal in the face of this. The world is filled with injustices; so are born with a silver spoon and retire upon birth, while others toil day and night yet live in hardship. So are born beautiful, with exceptional appearances, while others still fail after costic surgeries, looking stranger and eventually disfigured.
Only life, old age, illness, and death treat everyone equally, sparing no one.
So are superstar icons, living in lavish mansions with countless assets, yet are tornted by untreatable diseases, restless and uneasy.
So shine brightly, showered with love as soon as they appear, but behind the spotlight, they're grimacing in pain, awkward and disheveled.
Sotis, driven mad by illness, they're willing to spend their entire fortune for a healthy body.
The investors present, who aren't billionaires? All their bodies have various maladies, more or less.
If their health issues could be cured, they wouldn't mind sparing no expense.
Having witnessed Lin Fan heal Secretary Ma firsthand, everyone beca restless, contemplating seeking treatnt from Lin Fan.
"Hahaha..."
With his health restored, Secretary Ma appeared exceptionally spirited, his mood particularly high, and he couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter.
"Oh yes, Divine Doctor Lin, you've cured ; I must express my gratitude. This ti, the treatnt wasn't easy. I know my own condition well. Divine Doctor Lin, just na your price; I'll pay for the dical expenses," Secretary Ma said.
Lin Fan seriously thought for a mont and said, "This treatnt did have so difficulty, and Profound Ice Grass is indeed very rare..."
Everyone glanced at each other with ambiguous expressions.
Here it cos, the main event.
Such a familiar taste. Lin Fan intends to na a high price; it's clear the treatnt cost won't be small!
Perhaps starting at a hundred thousand!
A million isn't impossible!
Those present are either wealthy or high-ranking, with much experience of being scamd by various "divine doctors"—illness never cured, yet the money never short.
An old traditional doctor opens his mouth, and it's an easy hundred thousand. A retired maestro charges several ten thousand per prescription, begging him to write it. In the end, the money's spent, and the illness may still persist.
After all, they're old traditional doctors and maestros, renowned, money duly received, yet there's no guarantee of a cure. If you question why it's not cured, they claim your illness is too severe; not even an immortal could cure it.
Now Lin Fan says the treatnt is difficult, the herbs are rare; it's that familiar flavor, the next step is a high price, typical of those old doctors and maestros!
Lin Fan continued, "Profound Ice Grass is hard to co by, and since this is an out-of-town consultation, I need to charge so travel expenses. So, it might be a bit expensive this ti."
Here it is!
The crowd's expression grew increasingly ambiguous; all the sa routine.
Secretary Ma laughed, "Divine Doctor Lin, I completely understand. This treatnt was indeed tough."
Lin Fan said, "Alright, since Secretary Ma understands, please settle the dical fee, totaling 1200 yuan."
What?
The entire room was stunned.
Everyone thought they heard it wrong—could there be sothing wrong with their ears? A mistake with the number? 1200, how could that be?
This is so damn cheap!
Did he forget a zero or two?
Sure it's not 12000, or 120000?
What the hell!
Only 1200?
Not following the usual script; everyone thought Lin Fan would demand a huge fee after all that build-up. This 1200 is supposed to be a hefty charge? It's so damn cheap, it's making cry, seriously!
Rich folks used to being fleeced by old traditional doctors were stunned when they heard Lin Fan only charged Secretary Ma 1200.
Secretary Ma was a bit surprised too, "Divine Doctor Lin, what did you just say?"
Lin Fan said, "1200, did Secretary Ma find that a bit expensive? No problem, I can give you a discount."
With these words, everyone was stunned!
What the hell!
Only 1200, and there's a discount!
Didn't hear wrong, did they? Really didn't hear wrong?
The wealthy were sweating profusely, constantly wiping their sweat. Was the sun rising in the west today? Old quacks couldn't cure illnesses and charged exorbitant fees, yet a genuine divine doctor cured the illness and charged only 1200, with a discount!
Secretary Ma hurriedly said, "No, no, not finding it expensive. I'll pay Divine Doctor Lin imdiately."
Afraid Lin Fan might really give him a discount, Secretary Ma quickly transferred 1200 to Lin Fan. Too conscientious, truly too conscientious; he almost wanted to add another zero for Lin Fan.
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