Chapter 601: Chapter 601

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 medicinal 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 medical 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 some 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 medical 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 immediately 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."

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 medical skill is truly amazing."

"This method of treating illness with alchemy is unprecedented and unheard of!"

"I can see the essence of traditional Chinese medicine 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, some of which can't be cured no matter how much money is spent.

It's not about money; it's the limit of current medical technology. Medicine 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 mention cancer, should an unknown virus accidentally emerge 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; some are born with a silver spoon and retire upon birth, while others toil day and night yet live in hardship. Some are born beautiful, with exceptional appearances, while others still fail after cosmetic surgeries, looking stranger and eventually disfigured.

Only life, old age, illness, and death treat everyone equally, sparing no one.

Some are superstar icons, living in lavish mansions with countless assets, yet are tormented by untreatable diseases, restless and uneasy.

Some shine brightly, showered with love as soon as they appear, but behind the spotlight, they're grimacing in pain, awkward and disheveled.

Sometimes, 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 became restless, contemplating seeking treatment from Lin Fan.

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 me; I must express my gratitude. This time, the treatment wasn't easy. I know my own condition well. Divine Doctor Lin, just name your price; I'll pay for the medical expenses," Secretary Ma said.

Lin Fan seriously thought for a moment and said, "This treatment did have some difficulty, and Profound Ice Grass is indeed very rare..."

Everyone glanced at each other with ambiguous expressions.

Here it comes, the main event.

Such a familiar taste. Lin Fan intends to name a high price; it's clear the treatment 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 scammed 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 treatment 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 come by, and since this is an out-of-town consultation, I need to charge some travel expenses. So, it might be a bit expensive this time."

The crowd's expression grew increasingly ambiguous; all the same routine.

Secretary Ma laughed, "Divine Doctor Lin, I completely understand. This treatment was indeed tough."

Lin Fan said, "Alright, since Secretary Ma understands, please settle the medical fee, totaling 1200 yuan."

The entire room was stunned.

Everyone thought they heard it wrong—could there be something 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? ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩

Sure it's not 12000, or 120000?

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 me 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!

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 immediately."

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.