The old lady looked at Wu Sishu again: "I heard that you are a Chinese medicine doctor, do you have any good ideas?"
Wu Sishu hesitated for a moment, then said carefully: "Madam, you are suffering from senile fever. There is a way to treat it, but your stomach is weak now and you can't drink Chinese medicine. This, this..."
The old lady interrupted him impatiently: "Okay, okay, what about this and that, is there nothing you can do?"
Wu Sishu's old face turned red and he shut his mouth in embarrassment.
But he was not convinced in his heart.
The old lady was so ill that he didn't dare to give her medicine. If she had listened to his diagnosis and used his prescription earlier, he would have been able to cure the old lady.
But now, he doesn't dare.
The old lady looked at Luo Ziming.
"Young man, what do you say?"
Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Luo Ziming's face.
Wu Sishu became somewhat fond of Luo Ziming after seeing his professional Chinese medicine pulse-taking techniques.
The other experts wanted to see Luo Ziming's jokes, but he broke into a cold sweat for Luo Ziming and couldn't help but wink at him quietly.
What he meant was that Luo Ziming must not be brave or say anything that would displease the old lady.
The old lady's current illness makes her angry. If she is offended, the consequences will be unpredictable.
Luo Ziming seemed to be oblivious to Wu Sishu's hint. He pushed his silver-rimmed glasses and spoke calmly.
"Several experts have failed to cure your illness. How can I, at my young age, see anything? However, I have learned a few massage techniques that may make you feel better. Would you like to try?"
His tone of voice was very soft, which felt indescribably comforting to the ears of Mrs. Du, who had been ill for a long time.
Even several experts felt relieved after hearing this.
They thought to themselves: You are a smart guy. If you dare to say that you can cure the old lady's illness and embarrass us in public, we will never let you go!
For Beijing experts, face is more important than anything else.
The old lady hesitated for a moment and said, "Massage?"
This is useless!
The old lady didn't believe this, but because of Fu Shaobei's face, she was embarrassed to refuse.
Luo Ziming smiled: "Don't worry, Madam. No medicine or injections, just a few simple massage techniques. Even if Madam doesn't believe me, you should trust Fu Shaobei, right?"
He was very smart and saw that the old lady did not believe him, so he brought Fu Shaobei out.
Sure enough, as soon as he said this, the old lady made a decision immediately.
"Okay, let's try your method. No injections or medicine. My old lady likes it."
For three months, she had been taking injections and taking medicine every day.
Taking the medicine made her mouth taste bitter, and when she saw the medicine, she would feel nauseated and vomit acidic water. Later, it became so severe that she could not even drink water.
The infusion made her even more painful, and there was almost no place left for the needle.
This is not the most painful thing.
The most painful thing is that every time something is injected into the body, it cannot be excreted.
Only she herself knows how unbearable this pain is.
Now when she heard Luo Ziming say, "No injections or medicine," these words immediately hit the old lady's heart.
"Okay, let's start the massage." He nodded.
Luo Ziming sat down in front of the bed and began to massage the old lady.
His massage techniques are quite different from those of ordinary masseurs.