Age: My Small World

So, while waiting for Mr. Hu to treat Old Man Yan, the neighbors who had received the news came closer and waited outside the door.

In the room.

An old man in a white vest got up from the bed with a painful look on his face. He was covered with three layers of quilts. One layer seemed to be reed fluff, another layer was tattered clothes, and the last layer was a bit worn and blackened cotton. It didn't look good, but it was warm enough when winter came.

Old Man Yan's son was standing nearby, and he asked with some concern, "Eighth Master, do you think my father's illness can be cured?"

He looks like he is almost 40 years old, but still single.

It is said that women are reluctant to marry him because he has a burdensome father.

It would be fine if he had a proper job, then the country girls would consider him, but he didn't.

"It's nothing. You just got blown by the wind for a while, so you can't stand up. I'll give you a massage and you'll feel much better. Then take the medicine according to the prescription I gave you, and you'll feel much better. It may not be possible to cure it." Mr. Hu shook his head.

"Okay, as long as it can be slowed down, we haven't thought about curing it."

After all, our family’s conditions are limited, so it is still difficult to cure this disease.

Mr. Hu nodded and looked at the old man who stood up on the bed.

"Brother, how are you?"

Mr. Yan is nearly seventy years old, with gray hair. He looks much older than Mr. Hu, and he doesn't even have many intact teeth left.

When he smiled, his bald mouth was exposed, and three or four teeth could be vaguely seen in his mouth. I wonder what function they could have.

"Doctor Hu, I'm sorry to bother you this time."

"Don't worry about it. It's fate that we met. I will do my best to heal you."

After saying that, Mr. Hu opened the medical box he brought with him.

This was made after he came to the capital. Before that, he could only carry things on his shoulders.

"Xiaoshan, prepare fire and knife."

"Yes, Master."

Fire is used for disinfection, and the knife is for emergency use. Sometimes, if the skin and flesh are stiff or necrotic, they have to be cut off.

Old man Yan has cooperated by taking off his clothes.

"Brother, bear with it, I'm going to give you a cupping treatment first."

Mr. Hu took out bamboo tubes from the box, and then used flames to create an oxygen-free environment so that the bamboo tubes could be put on.

Cupping can dispel wind and cold, and can help dispel the cold and relieve related discomfort caused by wind, cold and dampness, such as joint pain and muscle stiffness.

This lasted for about ten minutes, and then Mr. Hu took the bamboo tube off again. At this moment, red marks were left on the places where the bamboo tube had been inserted.

Old Man Yan breathed a sigh of relief, seeming to feel a lot better.

Then Mr. Hu took out a row of silver needles.

Instead of rushing to give him acupuncture, I first pinched the painful joints with my hands, mainly the knees. As the cold November wind blew, the old man couldn't even stand steadily.

"Xiaoshan, you try it."

Mr. Hu did not forget to teach his apprentice, nor did he care about other people's eyes, and let Yang Jun take over.

He was not afraid of anything and just reached out and pinched it.

"Master, something seems wrong with the bones."

Mr. Hu nodded and said, "That's indeed not right. If he continues like this, his bones will be ground into pieces, and it will be even more difficult for him to stand up."

Rheumatism can cause many complications in the joints, such as redness, swelling, inflammation, increased friction between bones, etc.

In particular, increased friction will cause the two connected bones to be dislocated. If they cannot recover, it will lead to paralysis, etc.

"Look, let's put the bones back in place first."

Mr. Hu got to work right away, using massage to realign the bones. He then quickly took out a silver needle and inserted it directly into the acupuncture point on the knee. Immediately, Old Man Yan's foot became unable to move.

Fortunately, they knew it was treatment, so they didn't ask too many questions.

The silver needles continued to pierce his body, and in just a dozen seconds, ten more silver needles were placed on his knees. This was not the end, as Mr. Hu aimed at his neck and head.

The needles continued to pierce down, and in a blink of an eye, his head and neck were covered with dazzling silver needles.

"Have you memorized all the acupuncture points on your head? Did you remember where I pierced your head just now?"

"remember."

Yang Jun did not have the opportunity to practice this time because the head was too important and Mr. Hu would not give him someone else's head to practice on.

"Okay, I still need a little time here, you go take a look first."

Mr. Hu allowed him to start free diagnosis.

Yang Jun put the things down, said something, and walked out of the door.

He was a little dumbfounded when he came out.

I saw that there were nearly twenty old men and women gathered outside, and they looked to be quite old.

"Look, the young doctor is coming out."

As soon as he came out, many people surrounded him.

"Wait a minute, everyone come one by one, I will diagnose them carefully, don't crowd together."

Unfortunately, no one listened to him. Several old ladies immediately squeezed to the front and stretched out their hands for him to start taking their pulses.

"Auntie, you're fine. You just drank too much water and are a little swollen."

Yang Jun had no choice but to speed up to avoid getting stuck here.

"I said I was fine, but you insisted on saying I was sick."

"Auntie, even though you're not sick, don't drink so much water. You'll get water poisoning, which is not easy to cure."

"What kind of poison can you get from drinking water? Stop talking nonsense, young man."

A person's cognition determines his vision. Yang Jun has always understood such people, but he is too lazy to explain.

next.

"Auntie, your hand hurts because the skin is broken. It will be fine after it heals."

Yang Jun was quite speechless. Actually, the old men and women didn't have any serious illnesses and most of them were in good health. However, due to the difficult life in their early years, their bodies were worn out, which had a great impact on their lifespan. Most of them might not even live to be seventy years old.

However, the question of lifespan is not something Yang Jun can explain.

He could only urge them to get more rest and eat more meals on weekdays.

Even so, most people just laugh it off.

If I really want to take a break, what should I eat tomorrow?
Where do we get rice and flour to cook?
Real problems always limit people from living as they wish.

When Mr. Hu came out, Yang Jun was still diagnosing the case.

This time his expression grew stern.

Looking at the somewhat weak old man in front of him, Yang Jun's perception had already figured out his situation.

"Uncle, you must have cancer."

"What is cancer?"

I don't really know what cancer is.

"Young man, how serious is this cancer? Will it delay my work later?"

Yang Jun sighed, but couldn't say the words.

In the end he could only produce a small bottle.

"This is a free medicine for you. Take a sip a day, and you'll feel better in ten or eight days." (End of this chapter)