Pan Jun was a little nervous. This was his first time treating patients. It was completely different from treating his wife at home. This situation was similar to when he first entered the emergency department, when he first came into contact with patients, and when he first held a scalpel. He was nervous and excited.
He took a few deep breaths and began to massage the two old men.
His movements were slow, but his hands were steady. After all, this was the hand that could hold a scalpel.
Pan Jun already knew the meridians and acupoints of the human body. He had also mastered the basic techniques. Now, he only lacked practical experience. Therefore, he cherished this opportunity very much.
His movements were slow. He used gentle strength at first, then gradually increased the strength. These were the techniques that Wang Yao taught him.
"Ouch." The old man's body suddenly trembled.
"What's wrong?" Pan Jun hurriedly asked.
"It hurts a little," the old man said.
"It's okay. It's normal." Wang Yao said. When massaging, the body did not feel very comfortable. It was normal to feel sore or itchy.
"Continue."
Pan Jun listened and continued. Time passed slowly.
"It's almost time," Wang Yao said.
This time, the massage lasted for nearly an hour.
"Grandpa, please wait for a moment. Do you feel better?" Wang Yao said.
"Okay," the old man said.
The second old man's situation was basically the same as his. However, this time, Pan Jun was obviously much more confident than the first time. His movements were also more skillful. The time was shortened by more than ten minutes.
The two old men were very satisfied with Pan Jun's massage. When they arrived, their legs were still faintly painful. When they walked, they always felt something was wrong. Their legs and their bodies were not very coordinated. They felt much better now.
"Well, you're quite capable," the old man said.
The two old men paid the fee and left.
"How do you feel?" Wang Yao asked Pan Jun, who was next to him.
"It feels like the first time I successfully saved a patient in the emergency department. It's very fulfilling," Pan Jun said with a smile. He was speaking from the bottom of his heart.
"Come often in the future. There will be such opportunities. You can also try your sister's clinic," Wang Yao said with a smile.
A considerable number of patients who came to see him had headaches and leg pain.
In medicine, theory and practice were equally important.
"Alright."
Time passed quickly, and the sky gradually darkened. Pan Jun said goodbye and left the mountain village.
It was a very fulfilling and meaningful day.
"Mom, the hot spring villa in Li Jia Gou has opened for business. I'll go and take a look tomorrow. Can I take you and Dad to the hot spring when I'm free?"
"What's so good about that? I'm not going." Wang Yao had good intentions, but he didn't expect that his mother would refuse him flatly. Obviously, she didn't want to go.
"The day after tomorrow is your sister's engagement. Don't forget."
"I won't forget," Wang Yao said.
This was the first major event for the Wang family this year.
At night, in the rented house.
"Mom, how do you feel?" the young man asked his mother.
"Much better," Wen Wan said.
Wang Yao's medicine was indeed effective. After drinking the medicine twice a day, her body did indeed improve to a certain extent. Although she still felt weak and uncomfortable, it was not as bad as yesterday.
"That's good. Why don't you take a nap?"
"Okay."
Seeing his mother fall asleep, the young man gently tucked her in. Then, he went to the courtyard and lit a cigarette. Professor Lu was also smoking outside.
"Is your mother asleep?"
"She's asleep. The medicine is effective."
"Uncle Lu, if you have something to do, you can go ahead. I'll be fine here alone."
"It's okay. I've already asked for leave from the university. You can't handle it alone here."
The young man was silent for a while.
"We don't know how long we'll have to stay here."
"As long as it can be treated, we'll stay here forever."
In fact, at the very beginning, the young man didn't agree with his mother coming to the clinic. After all, it was a small mountain village. The doctors there were only local doctors. How good could they be? As long as they had the ability, why wouldn't they go to a hospital in a big city? If Professor Lu hadn't done a lot of work, and his mother had told him that the young man was extraordinary.
His mother had also personally admitted that the young man was extraordinary. He would never agree to his mother leaving a famous hospital in the country and coming here to see a doctor.
He seems to be about the same age as me. I didn't expect him to have such ability. Why is he willing to stay in such a small mountain village? As a young man, he was very puzzled about this.
It was windy at night. It was still relatively cold outside.
"Go back to the house. You've been tired all day. Go to bed early."
"OK."
The night in the mountain village was very quiet.
That night, Professor Lu, Wen Wan, and her son rested much better.
The next day, Wang Zecheng came to the clinic after 9 a.m.
He came to buy medicine. His father's medicine had been finished.
"Come and get it in the afternoon. Bring your uncle along. I'll have a look at him."
"OK."
"Take care of yourself."
Wang Yao found that Wang Zecheng's face was very bad. He had deep eye bags, which was a sign of overwork.
"OK," Wang Zecheng said.
He had changed. He had really changed. In the past, he was just farming at home and working outside. He was not serious at all. Now, in order to treat his father's illness, he saw that the money he had saved for several years was quickly consumed. In the long run, he would definitely run out of money. He had secretly vowed that he must make his father happy in the future. He would not have to worry about food and clothing. Naturally, he could not delay the treatment of medicine. For this reason, he had to earn more money, so he found two jobs, which was naturally more tiring.
"The body is the foundation of all life. If the body collapses, everything will be in vain."
"I know this. I just want to make up for it," Wang Zecheng said.
It was not easy for a prodigal to turn over a new leaf.
"Well, I'll still give you the medicine, but you can pay half of the money first," Wang Yao said.
"Is this appropriate?" Wang Zecheng was stunned.
"It's appropriate."
"Well, thank you so much. You can rest assured that I won't be short of money," Wang Zecheng hurriedly said.
In this way, his pressure would be a lot less.
"OK, don't forget to come back in the afternoon."
After Wang Zecheng went back, he told his wife about the matter.
"Pay half of it first? That's good!"
"Well, I can be more relaxed this way."
"By the way, I heard that the building in the county is being built very quickly," Wang Zecheng's wife said. "Don't we still have two old houses in the village? We can just change the building. If it doesn't work, we can sell the building directly!"
"Well, that's also a way."
The people in the village wanted to sell the old houses in the village to live in the city. They wanted to use the houses in the city to exchange money to treat the old man.
In the morning, Wang Yao decocted another medicine.
Now, there were two people in the village who could be said to be terminally ill receiving his treatment.
"I'll see his situation in the afternoon and think about the next treatment plan."
After lunch, Wang Yao came to the clinic early. At about 1 p.m., Wang Zecheng and his son came.
The old man looked good. His face was ruddy, and his eyes were bright. He didn't even look like he was sick.
"Could it be the final radiance of the setting sun?" Wang Yao was shocked when he saw the color of Li Yundong's face.
Originally, it was extremely abnormal for a person with this disease to have such a complexion. It would only appear like this in the final radiance of the setting sun when one was about to die.
"Uncle, please sit down." Wang Yao asked him to sit down and immediately checked him.
"Phew, I'm fine."
After confirming that the old man's body didn't show signs of dying, he was secretly relieved.
The old man's body was very good. It was better than he had imagined, which also confirmed a theory.
A good mood helped the recovery of the disease, even if it was a bad disease.
"Uncle, how have you been feeling recently?"
"Good, very good," the old man said.
"The day before yesterday, I went to the mountain to pick up a handful of grass," the old man happily said.
"Well, how was your meal?"
"I ate more than a few days ago," the old man said. "I slept well. Your medicine is really useful!"
This kind of emotional change was the most obvious. There was a smile on his face, a happy smile.
Contentment made one happy, and the body fat.
The disease in his body was still there, but it was very well suppressed.
Wang Yao's medicine had a certain effect, but he felt that the biggest effect was on the old man himself.
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