If it were someone else encountering this emergency, they might not be able to cover it up today.
But Gavin Lin is different. In his previous life, he not only studied for seven years for a bachelor's and master's degree in clinical medicine, but in this life he was born in the Lin's Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall of the White Horse Temple in Luocheng. Not only is his level of Western medicine far ahead of this era, he also has a deep family background in traditional Chinese medicine.
Even though he was completely unprepared, he was confident that he could cope with the current difficulties thanks to his profound medical knowledge and experience.
"Who, who said that growing rice will definitely cause onychomycosis?" Gavin Lin stretched his neck and looked at Toyama Jingye, "There are more than ten people in my family who grow rice, and none of them have ever had onychomycosis!"
"Haha!" Fu Shanjing also sneered, thinking that Gavin Lin's words were simply challenging his IQ, "Liu Dahei, could it be that your ancestors passed down some magic medicine, so other people's rice-growing families have onychomycosis, but yours doesn't?"
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