Amazing! The mighty dragon is out of prison!!

As soon as Qin Mo finished speaking, Lin Wanqing and the other woman were stunned for a moment, and then Qiu Yue burst out laughing.

Lin Wanqing chuckled, shook her head, and remained silent.

Qiu Yue raised her voice, making it exaggerated:

"Fifteen million? My goodness, that's some serious wealth!"

She made no attempt to hide her sarcasm: "Qin Mo, trying to attract President Lin's attention this way is far too naive."

"You're just a convict who's been released from prison. Forget fifteen million, you probably can't even come up with fifteen hundred dollars. What are you pretending to be, rich guy?"

"Old man, if you don't have dementia, don't believe this kid. He simply can't come up with that much money."

"If you know what's good for you, you'd better sign our contract quickly, or we'll be closing the window!"

Lin Wanqing also looked at Qin Mo with a disappointed expression:

"I thought you'd have improved a bit after you got out of jail."

"I didn't expect you to still be so childish."

"Did you think you could embarrass me and make me regret my actions by doing this?"

"Qin Mo, you are becoming more and more disappointing."

Qin Mo looked bewildered; he had long lost the patience he once had for Lin Wanqing.

He glanced at Lin Wanqing impatiently and said succinctly, "You're sick."

Then, he sincerely said to Master Cui, "Master Cui, I came here with sincerity. If you agree, I will transfer the payment to you within an hour."

Lin Wanqing's face darkened at Qin Mo's words, and she immediately stopped walking, waiting to see what tricks Qin Mo was up to.

Qiu Yue understood her thoughts and immediately smiled, "Wanqing, let's just watch from here and see how he embarrasses himself!"

However, to everyone's surprise, Qin Mo's asking price was three million higher, but Cui Pu still shook his head.

"Young man, thank you for saving me just now, but... I can't sell this clinic to you. You should leave."

Qin Mo frowned slightly: "Why?"

"What else could it be?" Qiu Yue sneered loudly, "They're not senile, why would they believe your nonsense!"

Lin Wanqing's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Qin Mo, not everyone will play along with your act."

Qin Mo ignored them and asked Cui Pu earnestly, "Master Cui, can you give me a reason?"

After they argued for a while, Cui Pu finally realized their relationship.

However, his reason for refusing was not because he was afraid Qin Mo didn't have money.

"Sigh, young man, this is a clinic. I'm in trouble now and have to sell it, but I hope it will still be a clinic in the future, and the Baolintang brand... cannot be changed!"

"This is the name my son chose. It's here as a memento."

"I know this request is a bit demanding, but... this is all I ask for."

Cui Pu patted Qin Mo on the shoulder and said with emotion, "I can see that you're a good lad, but it's a pity. You probably bought my clinic to do other business, right?"

"In that case, I can't sell the clinic to you."

Qin Mo understood and nodded with a smile: "Master Cui, how do you know I didn't buy it to open a clinic?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing his words, Cui Pu released his hand from his shoulder, his expression suddenly turning somewhat angry.

"Then there's even less chance I'll sell it to you!"

Qin Mo was a little confused: "Why is that?"

This old man does have a rather strange temper.

Cui Pu was blunt: "You're so young. Let alone traditional Chinese medicine, you've only recently graduated from Western medicine."

"You're just like them, buying my Baolin Hall only for the empty reputation I've accumulated over the years."

"I may be short of money, but I'm a doctor! I won't let you use Baolintang's name for self-serving fame and fortune!"

"My clinic is only for true healers!"

Cui Pu's words were forceful and made his stance clear.

"You old geezer, who are you accusing of seeking fame and fortune!"

Originally just watching the show, Qiu Yue became furious after being indirectly insulted: "Do you believe that with a single order from our CEO Lin, your clinic can be shut down completely!"

"Whatever." Cui Pu glanced at her. "This only makes me glad that the clinic wasn't sold to you."

"Alright, I have things to do. If you want to argue or yell, get out."

"Goodbye and don't bother seeing me off!"

This is a direct order to leave.

Lin Wanqing was furious.

She naturally hoped Qin Mo would be rejected, but she didn't gain anything from it either.

He had planned to wait until Cui Pu agreed to sell the clinic, and then discover that Qin Mo was putting on a show and had no money at all, before taking over the business himself.

But now, nobody benefits.

It's all Qin Mo's fault. If he hadn't interfered, I might have already persuaded Cui Pu.

She scoffed, "Old man, that scoundrel just made a random offer. You don't actually think your clinic can sell for fifteen million, do you?"

"Yes, we're not doctors, but do you think the doctors who can afford your Baolin Hall would take over your mess?"

"Besides the Lin family, the only person you can afford to offend is a high-sounding, boastful convict like him!"

She pointed at Qin Mo, pressuring Cui Pu while also humiliating him.

But Qin Mo wasn't paying attention to her at the moment; arguing with a woman was irrational.

He glanced at Cui Pu from head to toe and casually said, "Master Cui, you had a serious illness ten years ago, related to your liver, right?"

Cui Pu was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized, "So what if it is? Many people know about my situation."

Ten years ago, he also fell seriously ill after his son and daughter-in-law passed away.

He had a shadow appear on his liver at the time and had a brush with death.

Fortunately, he recovered later.

Qiu Yue scoffed and said to Lin Wanqing, "What is he doing? What kind of miracle doctor is he pretending to be? These things have been spread around the neighborhood for a long time. He could find out by asking around."

Lin Wanqing was completely fed up with Qin Mo: "Do you think this will make me pay attention to him? How disgusting! How childish!"

However, Qin Mo continued, "Yes, so your illness was ultimately cured using the Yuanshan Hall's Sixteen Returning Swallow Needles, plus a set of the Eight Apricot Hands, isn't that common knowledge?"

Upon hearing this, Cui Pu's pupils dilated, and he looked at him incredulously.

How did you know?

The two women were confused. Lin Wanqing frowned instinctively: "What nonsense is he spouting now?"

Qin Mo smiled slightly and continued, "It is said that a doctor cannot heal himself. Over the past year, your nighttime headaches must have become more and more severe."

"You should know yourself that this is a headache, which can be treated with the Chuanlin acupuncture technique."

"But why haven't you cured yourself?"

After Qin Mo finished speaking, Cui Pu, who had been looking irritable, completely calmed down.

He looked at Qin Mo incredulously: "You...you didn't actually figure out my problem just by 'looking' at me, did you?"

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. Even he, as a practitioner, needs to examine the pulse to understand the ailments of others.

How did this young man figure it out at a glance?

Could it be... just luck?

Just then, a commotion erupted outside the door, and someone shouted, "Is Master Cui here?! Quick, look at my man! He's dying!"