Guo Xinyi is a Chinese medicine practitioner and is good at observing colors, so naturally he did not miss the interaction between the two.
"Did Dr. Guo tell the condition of our boss from his pulse?"
Old Rosen didn't speak, but Locke asked.
"Judging from the pulse, the old gentleman has a brain disease, a tumor disease... which is what we modern people call tumors."
Locke's eyes flashed, this young man really has two skills.
"Then can you cure it?"
"Judging from the pulse, the tumor has had a serious impact on the old man, and your body has even shown some signs, such as occasional paralysis and inability to move."
"Maybe it's not the whole body, but a part of it, but the impact is very scary."
"When a brain tumor compresses nerves to a certain extent, it can cause hemiplegia, stroke, or general paralysis."
"The old gentleman hasn't had any surgery yet. He should have taken X-rays. The doctor is not sure about surgical treatment, right?"
Guo Xinyi is deeply impressed by Dr. Guo's true biography, and he really has two brushes at this time.
Locke glanced at his boss and saw him nodding inconspicuously, and then he said: "That's right, we heard that the Chinese medicine doctors in China are very powerful."
"Our boss has sought medical treatment numerous times, but no one has been able to cure his illness."
"Doctor Guo must have something to do, right?"
"I'm sorry, if it was my grandpa... I have nothing to do now. The most I can do is use medicine to relieve the old gentleman's pain."
relief the pain?
Old Rosen was obviously not satisfied with this answer.
"You seemed to have mentioned your grandfather just now?"
Although many of Rosen's body organs began to fail, his hearing was still OK.
The main thing is that when Locke mentioned his grandfather just now, old Rosen felt like he heard the smell of life-saving straw.
"I don't!"
Guo Xinyi quickly denied it.
He didn't think grandpa could withstand a major acupuncture treatment.
What's more, for cancers like Luo Changsheng's, one session of acupuncture may not be enough. It will take multiple acupuncture treatments to shrink the lesions, or seal the lesions to prevent them from growing further.
But even though my old man's hand doesn't shake when holding a long needle, he can't hold it for half an hour.
What's more, the treatment of late-stage cancer can be done in more than half an hour.
It might take eight to twelve hours.
Grandpa's physical condition is too bad and he can't hold on anymore.
There was no way he would risk the old man's life.
"Doctor Guo——" Luo Changsheng looked at Guo Xinyi, "I heard that there is an old saying in your country, which is that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."
"I still have some unfulfilled wishes. I can't just die like this. I hope Dr. Guo can recommend me to you, Dr. Guo."
Guo Xinyi had a feeling in her heart that "it's true".
"My old man really can no longer treat people because his own health is not very good."
"If you just prescribe medicine, that's fine. But in your current situation, you need to find someone for acupuncture."
"Moreover, even if my grandfather is in good health, acupuncture may not be able to completely cure your brain tumor."
"This is cancer after all, and the treatment methods of traditional Chinese medicine are different from Western medicine and are very complicated."
"You are in an advanced stage. I am afraid that my old man can only extend your life, but for how long, I don't know."
But this is always a hope, isn't it?
"It's enough to extend your life."
Old Rosen was very excited.
Sure enough, there is still something in China's ancient heritage.