Being able to teach yourself and apply what you have learned is very good in itself and something to be proud of.
Then, Qi Xinsheng selected acupuncture points such as Huantiao, Zusanli, Yanglingquan, and Taichong based on Uncle Lao Gen's lower limb failure.
Still the same mistake, and there was also a deviation, and the acupuncture points were not found correctly.
"Dr. Qi, you are at the Huantiao point. I feel you should move it 2 millimeters to the left. That is the Huantiao point."
"Also, Yanglingquan here should be 1 mm deeper."
Qin Fan is a person who absolutely demands perfection. This is his rigorous attitude as a doctor.
At first he reminded Qi Xinsheng, but Qi Xinsheng just looked at him. Later, Qi Xinsheng became more and more annoyed.
"Young man, do you mean to say that I am all wrong?"
"Don't cause trouble here and pretend to understand!"
His tone was cold, and he felt that Qin Fan was just being picky and deliberately looking for trouble.
"Yes, young man, don't interrupt and delay Doctor Qi's treatment."
An old man also advised me.
"Haha, Doctor Qi, since I can also do acupuncture, how about we make a bet?"
"You know acupuncture?!" Qi Xinsheng took a breath and looked at Qin Fan suspiciously.
"Haha, you want to bet with me, what are you betting on?"
Song Xingxian was also a little surprised, but he saw that Qin Fan was not in a hurry, and he saw that Xiaowen and Lu Gang were calm and composed.
He didn't stop it.
"I bet that my acupuncture method will allow Uncle Gen to speak fluently and improve his behavior significantly after just one session of acupuncture."
"How about we just communicate." Qin Fan said with a provocative smile.
In fact, his time did not allow him to wait patiently.
Another reason is that I really can't stand Qi Xinsheng's wrong methods and want to help correct them.
"Young man, acupuncture is not something you just do casually. Don't be ridiculous."
The old man next to him intervened to persuade me.
"Don't worry, old man, I'm sure."
Qi Xinsheng saw that Qin Fan was so determined, and he also wanted to teach Qin Fan a lesson.
Then he said: "Okay, I'll bet with you."
"But if you can't achieve the effect before you say ugly words, I only want you to apologize for your previous behavior!"
"no problem."
Qin Fan walked to the acupuncture site in a few steps and began to adjust the depth and position of Qi Xinsheng's needles.
I also took out a few filiform needles and changed the acupuncture points again.
Everyone found it novel and adopted a wait-and-see attitude.
When Qi Xinsheng saw Qin Fanzhen starting acupuncture, he thought to himself: "I really don't know the heights of the world. I see you..."
But in the blink of an eye, he was immediately stunned by Qin Fan's tactics.
Qin Fan skillfully twists, turns, lifts and inserts, he is not a novice at all.
Moreover, the newly selected acupuncture points gave Qi Xinsheng a feeling of enlightenment.
"Why didn't I think of that?"
He knew that he had met a real master, and his face couldn't help but feel hot.
It's a bit embarrassing and embarrassing.
Qin Fan naturally saw Qi Xinsheng's expression out of the corner of his eyes and couldn't help but laugh secretly.
He was not stingy either, talking to himself while sewing.
"Using acupuncture to treat diseases involves performing various movements on acupoints to adjust the balance of the body and correct pathological phenomena."
"The depth of the thrust, the lightness of the force, the range of twisting, the speed of advance and retreat..."
Qi Xinsheng was enlightened and knew in his heart that Qin Fan was teaching him.
He put aside the embarrassment in his heart and quickly walked to Qin Fan's side, listening and observing the techniques.
He completely forgot that the two of them were making a bet just now.
After leaving the needle in for 30 minutes, when the needle was taken out, Uncle Gen fell asleep during the acupuncture.
Because there is no pain at all from Qin Fan's acupuncture, only comfortable warmth.
"Uncle Lao Gen, Uncle Lao Gen!"
Qin Fan shouted softly a few times.
"Who! Who is calling me?" Uncle Gen asked clearly.
Then he sat up, his movements obviously much quicker than before.
Everyone looked at this scene in shock. An hour ago, Uncle Gen still had slurred speech and difficulty moving.
But now, it's like it never happened.
"A miraculous doctor, what a miraculous doctor!" The old people next to him couldn't help but admire.
When Qi Xinsheng heard the word "miraculous doctor", his heart moved and he looked at Qin Fan carefully.
He is a doctor, so naturally he pays great attention to the circle of doctors.
Suddenly there was excitement in his heart: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Qin from Bian Que Medical Clinic?"
Qin Fan nodded in acquiescence.
Qi Xinsheng quickly arranged his clothes and bowed deeply to Qin Fan.
"I apologize to you sir. I was too arrogant. Thank you sir for your teaching just now."
"Haha, Doctor Qi doesn't need to pay such a courtesy." Qin Fan quickly pulled Qi Xinsheng up.
"Ah ~ he is Mr. Qin, the little miracle doctor!"
"Mr. Qin, I heard your name a long time ago. Could you please give us a doctor?"
"Yes, Linhai is more than a hundred kilometers away, and we all have limited mobility."
The elderly people were also overjoyed, and they all expressed requests, hoping that Qin Fan could treat them.
In the nursing home, there is usually only one doctor, Qi Xinsheng.
However, he still focuses on Western medicine, and he is self-taught in acupuncture.
"Xiaofan, why don't you delay for a while, they are all lonely old people."
"There are not many elderly people in the nursing home, only twenty or thirty people."
Lu Gang also advised.
"Okay, then I'll do a free clinic here all afternoon, Dean Song, is that okay?!"
Qin Fan asked Song Xingxian, who was still in shock.
"Haha, of course, of course!"
"By the way, I have some good news for you. Mr. Qin has sent you nutritional supplements such as black sesame paste and oatmeal."
"We will collect them together during the free clinic in the afternoon."
When the old people heard this, they all praised Qin Fan, saying that he was kind and that good intentions would be rewarded.
"Xiaofan! You are Xiaofan!" At this time, Uncle Gen also recognized Qin Fan.
"Uncle Lao Gen, do you still remember me?" Qin Fan looked at Uncle Lao Gen.
"You brat, you steal my walnut tree every year. Do you remember? It's so slippery that I can't even catch it."
Uncle Gen still looked a little angry.
"And you, Gangzi, actually blocked the exit of my beehive with your rotten shoes."
"Hahaha, it seems that Uncle Gen has remembered it." Lu Gang was also overjoyed.
Xiaowen couldn't help but grin when he didn't expect that his usually very steady husband could be so naughty when he was a child.
"Two bad boys, how come you have time to come and see us today?"
"Uncle Lao Gen, it's Xiaofan who comes to see you for something." Lu Gang said.
"Who were the neighbors who lived here back then?"
"Oh, there are also Yang Geda, Zhang Dashui... Sister Li fell ill and passed away last year."
"Xiao Fan, Dean Song and I will help you find someone. You can push Uncle Gen to sit over there."
Qin Fan nodded in agreement and pushed Uncle Gen under the shade of the tree.
He saw that Uncle Gen had a problem with his cervical vertebra, so he massaged it and started chatting.
After a while, Song Xingxian and Lu Gang pushed the two old people over.
They are naturally the Yang Geda and Zhang Dashui that Uncle Gen calls them.
Yang Geda is naturally the nickname given to him by Uncle Lao Gen. His real name is Yang Fugui.
Both Zhang Dashui and Yang Fugui recognized Qin Fan, after all they had watched him grow up.
When Qin Fan told the story.
Unexpectedly, none of the three old people were surprised. Uncle Gen gave a long sigh.
"Hey! Xiaofan, I didn't expect you to find out in the end."
"It's not that your parents didn't tell you, it's just that the time didn't come, when your mother brought you back from outside."
"Our neighbors all know it. The reason why we didn't say anything is because you are still young."
"Your parents planned to wait until you were in college and you were an adult before telling you, but before they had time to say it, they~"
Qin Fan himself had guessed this to some extent, and now Uncle Gen's words confirmed his inference.
"Uncle Lao Gen, my mother brought me back from outside. Didn't she tell me whose child I am?"
Uncle Gen thought for a long time before shaking his head, "Your mother is tight-lipped."
At this time, Zhang Dashui added, "Xiaofan, I remember your dad got drunk once."
"When we asked about this matter, your father kept waving his hands and saying, "I can't tell you, I can't tell you. If I tell you, there will be big trouble."
"Yes, there was this one time. At that time, we just thought it was your father who was talking about drinking." Yang Fugui also recalled.
"Xiaofan, did you know that your parents had a child who was a few months younger than you?"
"Well, I know, my mother said that my brother died early due to illness."
Qin Fan had a vague impression about this matter.
When he was a child, his mother often looked at the photos and told him that that was his younger brother.
He once asked his mother, and she told him that his brother had gone to a place far away.
For a long time, Qin Fan thought that his younger brother was ill and died young.
But what Yang Fugui said next shocked Qin Fan again.