After a moment, Lin Chen released the old man's hand.
By this time, the old man had already opened his eyes and looked at Lin Chen: "Thank you, benefactor, you truly are a divine doctor. I feel much better now."
As he spoke, the old man even managed to stand up with difficulty.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man beside them was so shocked that his mouth dropped open.
His father's illness could be said to be the result of years of overwork, and it had been delayed for too long, now reaching a critical stage.
To treat his father's illness, he had almost exhausted all his savings, but neither traditional nor modern medicine seemed to make any noticeable improvement.
Yet, Lin Chen simply took his pulse, and his father's condition significantly improved.
"Sir, thank you so much. I'll give you this knife." The middle-aged man reluctantly caressed the curved blade in his hand and handed it to Lin Chen.
