"I don't want to be a miracle doctor. I'm just a barefoot doctor."
Mr. Guo waved his hands with a humble look on his face.
The old man carrying the birdcage didn't believe it.
Foreigners came to my door and even said that I was just a barefoot doctor.
"No wonder you gave me the jar of chilblain ointment. My wife felt better after using it."
The old man remembered that he had complained before that his wife had frostbite on her feet when winter came.
The problems that have lasted for decades are hard to bear in winter.
He also felt sorry for his wife, but there was nothing he could do about it.
In fact, he is also tall.
Both of them are like that, no medicine works.
"Those are just gadgets, not worth mentioning."
Chilblains is something that people who are new to it don’t know about.
Only those who get it every year know the pain of frostbite.
When he makes this kind of medicine, it's easy to get, and it's really not worth mentioning.
"It's not worth mentioning. You must be very powerful. Don't be modest."
"Don't worry, if I see you for medical treatment in the future, we will still pay you."
The old man deliberately teased Mengzi.
But old Rosen didn't have this patience.
He glanced at Locke, who immediately stepped forward: "Mr. Guo, can you lend me a moment to speak?"
Mr. Guo was amused. They were obviously two foreigners, but they could speak Chinese very well.
"Go to the pavilion over there."
Mr. Guo pointed and there was a pavilion not far away.
There is no one in the pavilion at the moment.
Locke was a little hesitant. His master probably wanted to find a quiet place.
I'm afraid it's not suitable in the park.
But old Rosen nodded.
Guests do as they please, Chinese people like this saying.
The old man carrying the birdcage watched them leave.
He wants to go back and share this gossip with his wife!
Mr. Guo sat down at the stone table in the pavilion.
"I see that Mr. Luo's complexion is very poor, his movements are sluggish, and he can't breathe. Does his hands and feet occasionally feel numb and he can't work hard?"
Without feeling his pulse at all, Mr. Guo had already told Mr. Rosen's symptoms.
Old Rosen knew that China's medical skills were very powerful, and Guo Xinyi also proved this.
However, his grandfather is indeed more powerful.
"How did Mr. Guo find out?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, asking and feeling. Your physical condition is written on your face. Moreover, brain tumors will most likely affect people's normal life when they reach the advanced stage."
"I have been a Chinese medicine practitioner for decades, so I know your condition very well."
Old Rosen was almost ecstatic.
"Since Mr. Guo can tell me my symptoms and has encountered my situation, he must be able to cure it?"
He looked at Mr. Guo expectantly.
The originally skinny face actually exuded a trace of life.
But Mr. Guo was silent for a long time, but he shook his head: "Your condition should have been discovered for several years, right?"
"If you had come earlier, maybe I could still do something, but now..."
Mr. Guo saw that the foreigner's face turned gray visibly, but he didn't mean what he said.
"Well, let me take your pulse first."
Only then did Old Rosen smile: "Okay."
He put his hand on the stone table and asked Mr. Guo to feel his pulse.
Mr. Guo is also old, and his hands are like sticks.
However, his condition is better than that of old Rosen.
Old Rosen was obviously only in his sixties, but he looked like he was eighty.
Mr. Guo checked the pulse carefully and then changed his hand.
"How about it?"
Old Rosen looked at Mr. Guo expectantly.
Mr. Guo still shook his head: "I'm sorry, it's too late now."
"If it were three years ago, the disease would not have developed to be as dangerous as it is now, and my body would have..."