In the house, not only Lin Jianyu's generation, but also Lin Singhan's generation, there are many people.

But looking at Lin Qinghan's generation, she is the only one with the surname Lin.

"How is grandpa?" Lin Qinghan looked at her father with a worried face.

Lin Jianyu sighed and pointed to the inside of the house, "Inside, you can go in and take a look."

Lin Qinghan nodded and was about to raise her foot when she saw a middle-aged woman in her forties rushing out of the inner room, her face full of panic, "No, Mr. Lin is gone!"

"What!"

The whole room was full of dullness at this moment.

Yinzhou City Suburban Park has become a place for the elderly to practice Tai Chi at some time. Every morning from 6:00 to 11:30 noon, the elderly can be seen everywhere under the shade of the park, in the square, and next to the stone pier.

Zhang Xuan walked in the park wearing his beach pants. Every week, two days, he would come to the park to watch the elderly perform Tai Chi. In that kind of soft and soft movement, Zhang Xuan seemed to be able to restore his manic heart to some peace, but he blamed his past life for being too bloody.

"Young man, do you like Tai Chi?" An old and kind voice sounded behind Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan glanced at him and said that an old man sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a burgundy Tang suit, his hair was gray, but his face was pretty good and he was a little rosy.

"I don't like Tai Chi." Zhang Xuan shook his head, "but it doesn't prevent me from watching, just like some people who know that the medicine is bitter, will still take medicine."

After Zhang Xuan finished speaking, he looked at the old man's legs with his eyes.

The old man looked thoughtful. After a few seconds of silence, he laughed, "Hahaha, young man, you have something to say."

Zhang Xuan blinked at the old man, "Maybe."

"Haha, how did you see it?" The old man patted his legs with his hands.

"Face." Zhang Xuan pointed to the old man's eyebrows, "Chinese medical skills have been passed down for thousands of years. They can also call pulses, and they can also call pulses in the face. In our China, there is a saying that one moves the whole body and can also be used in medicine."

Zhang Xuan looked at the old man's whole body and continued, "Your face is stretched, rosy and shiny, your qi and blood are strong, your meridians are stable, your hair is sparse but smooth, which proves that your body is not weak. You come alone in a wheelchair, your arms are strong, your meridians are intact, your waist is straight, and your legs cannot go down to the ground? If you have a fracture or paralysis, you will not be able to have a strong qi and blood, and you will not sit so straight."

"Awesome!" A smile appeared on the old man's face, and he clapped his hands to applaud Zhang Xuan, "Little brother, are you studying medicine?"

Zhang Xuan shook his head, "No."

"I don't think so." The old man smiled and asked Zhang Xuan, "Do you mind pushing me to go?"

"Mind." Zhang Xuan replied without thinking, "I have something to do, but I have to tell you something."

"Little brother, please speak." The old man looked at listening with a stern look.

"Although your limbs are intact, your days are not long. The wounds of your heart meridians cannot be treated by drugs. The chest pain is getting deeper every night. You have to find someone to treat it as soon as possible." Zhang Xuan patted the old man's shoulder.

The old man's eyes showed a gleam, "Little brother is amazing. My old friend said the same thing to me, but my old friend had already gone three years ago. He told me that if anyone could see my stubborn illness, he would have the ability to save me."
Chapter completed!