"Lin Qingquan." The old man casually picked up the pen and paper on the table and wrote down three characters. Then he said, "If you still don't believe me, you can take my prescription to a reputable Grade III hospital. Find some experts and have them look at my prescription to see if there's anything wrong.
You can even tell them that the prescription is from me, Lin Qingquan... The name 'Lin Qingquan' still holds some weight in the field of traditional Chinese medicine."
Seeing the old man so confident and assertive, Chen Yan's intention to find fault with him diminished a bit.
It seemed... to be just as he said.
"You and I have no grudges, why would I harm you? Me harming you? Besides, I live right next door to you. I spent more than twenty million yuan to buy such a big house. If I harmed you, I could run, but I couldn't hide.
Besides, I gave you a prescription without charging you a single penny—if I wanted to harm you, what would I gain?"
