Yu Gangan took the old man home, let him sit on the sofa, poured him a glass of warm water, and then went upstairs to get his medicine box.
The old man took a sip of water from the cup and looked around the room without revealing anything.
His eyes glanced at the bodyguard lady standing nearby. The old man smiled subconsciously, then took another sip of water. When he put the cup on the coffee table, he felt inexplicably panicked.
Looking at the direction of the stairs, Yu Gangan has been holding the medicine box for a long time, why hasn't he come down yet
The old man was obviously restless and wanted to get up and leave. At this time, Yu Gangan came down with the medicine box.
She apologized: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting."
Yu Gangan trotted down, put the box on the coffee table, opened it, and explained the reason for her long delay: "I forgot to pack it during practice yesterday, and I didn't know where I put the needle bag. I spent a long time looking for it."
She took out the needle bag and put it next to her: "Before acupuncture, I will take your pulse. The effect will be better if the decoction and acupuncture are used together."
The old man had no choice but to sit down again: "Thank you then, Miss Yu."
Yu Gangan sat down opposite him, put the middle three fingers on the old man's hand, and began to feel the pulse.
A few minutes later, Yu Gangan took back his hand, frowned slightly and said, "Old man, your legs hurt so badly when it's windy or rainy, because your legs were injured a long time ago. This injury should be seventeen or eighteen years old." Alright."
There was a hint of astonishment in the old man's eyes. Although there was no change on his face, he clenched his fist and put it back on his thigh: "You can find old wounds just by checking the pulse?"
"The rise and fall of qi and blood in the organs, meridians and meridians of the whole body can be reflected from the pulse, which can be done by ordinary traditional Chinese medicine practitioners." Yu Gangan smiled lightly and continued to talk about his condition: "You... The injury was not properly treated at the time, so it left a hidden danger. It’s usually fine, but when it’s windy or rainy, it hurts. And as you get older, the pain becomes more severe. I’d like to take the liberty to ask. , how did you get injured?"
As if he was talking about the old man's sadness, his body froze slightly, and he took a sip of water while holding the cup.
"About seventeen years ago, I was beaten. There was a special reason at that time, so I worked before I was cured so that I could recover from the injury." He looked at Yu Gangan, paused for a moment and then asked: "Can it be cured? ?”
Yu Gangan replied: "It is unlikely to be completely cured. Your injury has been delayed for too long, but after treatment, you will definitely no longer be in such pain that you can't walk."
The old man smiled: "That's good."
That's enough.
He had already given up hope for the old injury, and came with Yu Gangan just to relieve the pain.
In the past, it was just a little painful and he could just bear it. However, in the past two years, the pain often made him unable to walk. The pain was excruciating even if he could only take a few steps.
It's not like he hasn't seen a doctor for this, but there's no cure.
In the beginning, I could only take painkillers to get better. But in the past six months, I have become immune to painkillers, and even taking them cannot suppress the severe pain.
"There is no acupuncture bed at home, so you just lie down on the sofa."
"Okay." The old man responded with a smile, then bent down and pulled up the corners of his trousers. Looking forward, he saw the leather shoes not far away.
It's not Yu Gangan's, but the female bodyguard's.
(End of chapter)