Yang Wangxiong was also stunned, and then laughed loudly: "Old Wu, I said Nan Tian's medical skills are amazing! Just let Nan Tian show you!"
He had great faith in Su Nantian's medical skills since he could cure his heart disease.
But now, Su Nantian was able to accurately judge the condition just by looking at the external image, which amazed him even more.
Wu Lin was still immersed in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.
No, this is impossible!
No matter how good a doctor is, he can only judge the condition by taking the pulse, looking at the tongue coating, or using various instruments.
But Su Nantian told him his condition accurately without any examination.
How could there be such powerful medical skills in the world?
When Yang Wangxiong spoke, he seemed to have thought of something, and his heart suddenly became enlightened.
"Lao Yang, you must have told him about my condition in advance!"
Wu Lin smiled contemptuously.
In his opinion, this explanation made sense.
Lao Yang is so biased towards this Su Nantian!
The smile on Yang Wangxiong's face suddenly solidified, and he explained: "I didn't disclose your condition to Nan Tian!"
Wu Lin waved his hand, not wanting to continue this topic: "Hurry up and serve the food. I'm hungry. It's been a long time since I tasted your cooking!"
Hearing this, Yang Wangxiong could only sigh, looked at Su Nantian with an apologetic look, and went to the kitchen to serve the food.
After all, he felt very uncomfortable having Su Nantian looked down upon by his old friend.
Su Nantian just smiled lightly and didn't care.
If the other party really sincerely asks him to treat him, he can treat him for the sake of Mr. Yang.
But the other party is obviously unwilling, so forget it.
Soon, Yang Wangxiong put the dishes on the table.
Four dishes and one soup, all delicious and delicious.
It can be seen that Mr. Yang's cooking skills are really good.
"How about waiting for Lao Qiu?"
Yang Wangxiong said.
"Lao Qiu said there's no need to wait for him to eat, so we'll start right away."
Wu Lin took a sip of wine and tasted another bite of food: "Your cooking skills are still as good as before, Lao Yang!"
"Among us, your cooking skills, Lao Qiu's treasure appraisal, and Lao Zhang's calligraphy are really outstanding!"
Suddenly, he thought of something again and asked, "Lao Yang, how is your relationship with your son now?"
"It's still the same!"
A trace of loneliness flashed across Yang Wangxiong's face.
"I said, Lao Yang, how come Wen Bin is also your son? It's been ten years, why can't you let go of that matter?"
"Besides, that incident wasn't Wen Bin's fault!"
Wu Lin advised.
"Don't talk about this anymore, or I'll get in trouble with you!"
Yang Wangxiong served the wine and took a deep sip.
Wu Lin could only shake his head and smile bitterly, and drank a few glasses of wine with Yang Wangxiong.
But Su Nantian was a little curious.
What happened between Mr. Yang and his son?
However, seeing that he seemed to be very resistant to this matter, he didn't hesitate to ask.
At this moment, the sky suddenly started to rain.
Wu Lin suddenly covered his chest, his face was pale and his expression was painful.
"Old Wu, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Wangxiong stood up in a hurry and suddenly realized what he was doing when he saw the rain falling outside.
Lao Wu, this is an attack of illness!
"Medicine...give me medicine!"
Wu Lin fell to the ground in pain.
"Where's your medicine?"
Yang Wangxiong touched Wu Lin's bag but found no medicine.
Wu Lin suddenly thought of something, and his face turned even pale: "Leave it at home."
"You said you!"
Yang Wangxiong complained: "Don't you always take medicine without leaving your body?"
Wu Lin was in so much pain that he could not speak, and his heart was full of helplessness.
When he left home today, he did find that he had forgotten his medicine on the way.
I wanted to go back to get it, but I checked the weather forecast and found that it would not rain today, so I didn't go back.
But who knows, the weather forecast may still be inaccurate!
At this moment, Wu Lin began to twitch all over.
serious condition!
Yang Wangxiong looked at Su Nantian as if asking for help.
In this case, only Su Nantian can save Lao Wu!
Su Nantian nodded, walked over quickly, and took out the silver needle.
Seeing the silver needle flashing coldly under the light, Wu Lin shrank his neck and shouted with all his strength: "You... don't come over!"
In his opinion, as long as he can survive the pain, he can survive.
But if he was treated by Su Nantian, the miracle doctor boasted by Yang Wangxiong, he would probably die suddenly.
Yang Wangxiong couldn't control that much, so he held Wu Lin down and shouted: "Nan Tian, stab him!"
…
Half an hour later.
"Ah, how comfortable!"
"Little friend Nantian, I made a mistake! I was so offended just now, please forgive me!"
"With this glass of wine, I apologize to you!"
At the dinner table, Wu Lin's face was full of apology, and he drank a full glass of wine in one gulp.
At first, he really didn't believe how superb Su Nantian's medical skills were.
In his opinion, it was just because Su Nantian saved Yang Wangxiong that Yang Wangxiong developed a mentality of worship, which was bragging.
But after Su Nantian took action, he found that his illness was miraculously cured.
Only then did he have to believe that Su Nantian's medical skills were really amazing!
Of course, in addition to guilt, there is more gratitude.
After all, this disease has tortured him for more than ten years!
Now, he is relaxed!
"Mr. Wu, you don't need to apologize. I never took it to heart."
"After all, I'm so young, so if you don't believe my medical skills are normal."
Su Nantian smiled.
To be honest, it was because Wu Lin had such a good relationship with the old man and he was actually a nice person that he was so polite.
If it were anyone else, he wouldn't look at him well at all.
Seeing Su Nantian like this, Wu Lin felt even more embarrassed and said, "Nantian, if you need help in the future, just ask!"
"Nan Tian, please agree quickly!"
Yang Wangxiong smiled and said: "Lao Wu is a leader in Jiangcheng's antique collecting world. From now on, you can contact him for anything related to antiques!"
He said this naturally to help Su Nantian.
After all, Su Nantian saved him without even asking for medical fees, so he could only compensate in other ways.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Wu!"
Seeing this, Su Nantian could only smile and agree.
However, he was a little surprised.
If Mr. Yang can meet such a friend, his identity will not be simple, right?
"Lao Yang, speaking of collecting, let me show you a new string of Buddhist beads that I recently collected!"
Wu Lin seemed to have thought of something and took off a string of Buddhist beads from his wrist.
The beads are overall dark red.
"Rudraksha!"
Yang Wangxiong was a little excited and quickly took the beads in his hand to observe: "They all have more than 15 petals! It looks like they are older, right?"
"This thing is hard to come by. I didn't expect you to be able to get it!"
Seeing this, Wu Lin said proudly: "Not bad, right? I spent two million to collect it last month. It was worn by Tantra Master Zang Man four hundred years ago!"
These old men are all involved in antiques, so they naturally have a desire to compare.
There is such a rare bracelet, of course he wants to show it off.
Hearing this, Yang Wangxiong was even more envious.
However, at this moment, Su Nantian suddenly said: "Mr. Wu, this string of beads must be fake!"
The words are astonishing.
Yang Wangxiong and Wu Lin were both dumbstruck.