Looking at the old man and the young man in front of him, Wang Tao felt strangely embarrassed.
Someone actually said in front of me: I really like you. This makes me feel so embarrassed.
"Do you know me?" Wang Tao asked the young man who called himself Qin Hanmo.
"I've seen reports about you on TV a lot before, and I've often heard Lao Hou mention you." Qin Hanmo said with a smile.
Wang Tao also had to admit that the smile of the man with gold-rimmed glasses in front of him was very warm. It made people feel very comfortable. He was not annoying at all.
"I brought grandpa here to invite you for treatment." Qin Hanmo said straight to the point.
Wang Tao looked down at the old man sitting in the wheelchair. When Wang Tao looked down at the old man, the old man also looked up at him.
The old man's eyes are a little cloudy, but not dim. There are a few red blood streaks on the white eyeballs of the old man, which is due to poor sleep. The black eyeballs are slightly yellow. Generally, people with liver disease will have yellowish black eyes. Of course, this is not the case.
It is said that the elderly have liver disease, but as people age, the detoxification function of the liver will deteriorate. This is a normal symptom.
Wang Tao was three meters away from the old man, but he could still smell the turbid gas exhaled by the old man. This is a symptom of the accumulation of toxins in the body.
After staring at the old man for a while, Wang Tao smiled and said: "The old man is not sick at all."
Qin Hanmo frowned, looked at Wang Tao as if he were a monster, and said: "My grandfather has been in a wheelchair for more than half a year. The doctor said it was liver and ascites. Look." As he said that, Qin Hanmo walked to the old man's side and gently
Lifting up the clothes on the old man's upper body, a surprising scene appeared.
The old man's body was skinny, but his belly was very swollen. At first glance, he looked like the belly of a deformed child who had suffered from starvation and malnutrition in a disaster area in Africa.
The action here immediately attracted several reporters, and they all came over enthusiastically.
After staring at the old man's belly with squinted eyes for a while, Wang Tao asked Qin Hanmo: "Is this really what the doctor diagnosed?"
"Is this still false?" Qin Hanmo said in a low voice. "We have been to no less than ten hospitals, including the capital, but we all came to the same conclusion." At this moment, Qin Hanmo looked at the old man sitting in the wheelchair,
His eyes were full of attachment and reluctance.
Suddenly, Qin Hanmo grabbed Wang Tao's hand and said excitedly: "I beg you, please save my grandpa----"
"Why are you so sure that I can save your grandfather?" Wang Tao asked.
His hand was held by a man so "affectionately". Wang Tao felt uncomfortable all over. He thought to himself: Is he so handsome that even men are attracted by him?
Seemingly realizing that he was presumptuous, Qin Hanmo quickly let go of Wang Tao's hand, looked at Wang Tao firmly, and said: "I believe you. From the first time I saw you on TV, I believed you could cure my grandfather.
disease."
Believe? A blind belief? Wang Tao secretly thought.
"Your grandpa is not sick." Wang Tao repeated again.
"Impossible, my grandpa is obviously sick. He can't walk with his legs and can't eat anything. He has relied on nutritional supplements for most of the past six months to nourish his body. How can he say he is not sick?" Qin Hanmo said angrily.
The expression on the old man's face was very calm, neither happy nor worried, neither sad nor complaining. It seemed that what his grandson was talking about was not him at all.
"You haven't heard me finish yet," Wang Tao said. "I said he is not sick, but he is sub-healthy."
"Sub-healthy? What do you mean?" Qin Hanmo asked in confusion.
"Sub-health means that the body is unhealthy, but it is not sick. In terms of people's living conditions, sub-health is between illness and health," Wang Tao said.
"Can you cure it?" Qin Hanmo looked at Wang Tao seriously and asked.
Looking at the old man sitting in the wheelchair, Wang Tao suddenly thought of his grandfather. He could see that Qin Hanmo was a filial son. Wang Tao felt that he had an obligation to help him.
"I can try." Wang Tao said.
"Great. My grandfather is saved!" Qin Hanmo said overjoyed.
Wang Tao waved his hand and said: "Don't be too happy too early, I'm not completely sure either."
"I believe you." Qin Hanmo said firmly.
Wang Tao was a little dumbfounded. This was the first time in his life that he met someone who believed in him more than himself.
Wang Tao put his hand on the old man's pulse and once again confirmed the old man's condition. He smiled at the old man and said, "Old man, stand up and take two steps."
Qin Hanmo stood aside and said: "My grandfather has been unable to walk for more than half a year, and he can't stand up at all."
Wang Tao shook his head and shouted: "Han Xue, Silver Needle!"
Han Xue agreed, and immediately appeared next to Wang Tao, reaching out and handing over the sterilized silver needle. Wang Tao reached out to take the silver needle, but this time he accidentally grabbed Han Xue's soft little hand.
Han Xue shook her little hand slightly and immediately retracted from the air. She was very shy in her heart. She hadn't seen Wang Tao for several days and was looking forward to seeing him. However, when she saw him, Han Xue didn't know what to say.
She wanted to stand next to him, watch him talk quietly, and watch him treat people. Looking at his handsome and delicate profile, Han Xue felt very satisfied.
Did he hold his hand just now to comfort himself? Han Xue secretly thought. Isn't he afraid of spoiling himself?
Ever since Han Xue drowned last time and Wang Tao used artificial respiration to revive Han Xue, Han Xue has become obsessed with this feeling.
Hazy and sweet.
This time, he gently grabbed his little hand and could easily satisfy himself. But next time, he might want his hand, and the next time, he would want him to hold him, and the next time.
, she might want his kiss----Looking at Wang Tao's angular, tightly pursed lips, Han Xue blushed suddenly.
This time the 'affair' between the two was very hidden, so hidden that it escaped Lu Wushuang's eyes.
Holding the silver needle in his hand, Wang Tao became very calm. He squatted down, rolled up the old man's trouser legs, and inserted a needle into the Sanyinjiao, Zusanli and Guangming acupuncture points on the old man's legs. Then he gently twisted the needle.
Move the silver needle.
"Does it hurt?" Wang Tao asked the old man.
The old man shook his head.
Wang Tao loosened the needle again and asked the old man how he felt.
"I don't feel it." The old man finally spoke. His voice was vicissitudes of life and solemn. It reminded people of the sound of the bells of the ancient Hanshan Temple.
Wang Tao used Qigong and began to massage several main meridians on the old man's legs.
Five minutes later, Wang Tao was sweating profusely. The condition of the old man's legs was completely beyond his imagination. Because he had been sitting in a wheelchair for a long time, the old man's muscles had become stiff, so he used the "Shenlong Water Absorption" to give the old man a full massage.
It took five minutes to help the old man knead the muscles on his legs until they were soft.
Reaching out and taking off the six silver needles, Wang Tao wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Old man, try taking two steps."
Qin Hanmo reached out to help the old man, but was stopped by Wang Tao.