Luo Ziling felt trust from the old man's laughter and his eyes became softer, and he felt proud. He squatted down beside the old man and said in a very sincere tone: "I'll check you first, and then consider what treatment plan to use."

"Okay!" The old man agreed without hesitation.

"Go back to the room!" Luo Ziling suggested in a low voice.

"Please me back to the room," the old man agreed to Luo Ziling's request without any hesitation and asked two full-time nurses to carry him back to the room.

Lin Lan also rushed forward to help, and Luo Ziling was naturally embarrassed to stand by and watch in front of several women.

So, several people carried the old man into the room on the first floor.

The room on the first floor is very wide, with a living room, study room and bedroom, which should be the usual residence of the elderly.

The old man lost his ability to move, and it was inconvenient to live upstairs, so he could only be arranged on the first floor, which is what Luo Ziling thought in his heart.

The elderly’s residence is not luxurious, and can even be described as simple. From this point of view, the elderly’s life style can be seen.

After carrying the old man into the house and moving it to the wide wooden bed, Luo Ziling ordered the old man to untie his clothes and pull his wide pants up.

The two nurses quickly untied the old man's clothes and pulled his pants up, Luo Ziling took a breath.

There were countless scars on the old man's body, just like he was chopped away with a knife.

Seeing the wounds on the old man's body, Luo Ziling couldn't help but think of Lin Lan's body, and there were many scars on this woman's body.

What exactly is going on with these people? Why are there so many scars? Do they often fight with people?

Luo Ziling quickly believed his inference because Lin Lan had a gun in her hand when she was injured and the gunshot wounds on her body.

But he was a little puzzled. It was a time of peace, so how could there be so many battles?

"Are you scared?" Seeing Luo Ziling staring at the scars on his body, the old man laughed again, "I wonder if you have ever heard of scars as the best honor for soldiers. This is the pride of our soldiers and our lifetime honor."

Luo Ziling slapped his mouth twice, but finally said nothing.

He completely disagrees with the old man's words. Why do you say that scars are the honor of soldiers?

A beautiful woman like Lin Lan has suffered so many injuries on her body, so what can I be proud of?

Women need to have smooth skin and healthy body, and they are covered with scars. How can they wear clothes in summer? It would be strange if they don’t scare people.

Luo Ziling also believed that even in summer, Lin Lan would not wear short-sleeved skirts, because there were scars on her arms, chest, and back, and there were a few quite scars. He thought about the idea of ​​completely eliminating scars for Lin Lan again. Such a beautiful woman with so many scars on her body would be heart-wrenching when she thought of them, let alone seeing them.

I will talk to Lin Lan about this later and ask her if she wants treatment.

After a careful examination, Luo Ziling also came to a preliminary conclusion.

"It should be the sequelae caused by the poison that was previously infected, and the multiple serious injuries were not treated in time, nor the treatment was improved. The nerves and muscle tissues were damaged, the poison caused the nerve conduction, the movement of the limbs was hindered, and the muscles slowly atrophy occurred, which eventually led to the inability to move hands and feet now." He told the old man and Lin Lan who was waiting aside.

"The results of the diagnosis and examinations of other doctors are similar," the old man praised Luo Ziling, "You did not use modern instruments to check. You can find out the cause by looking, listening, asking and touching, which is better than them."

"Can it be cured?" Lin Lan asked in a low voice.

She herself forgot what she had told Luo Ziling before coming and asked him to speak less.

"I can't guarantee that I can only do my best," although Luo Ziling had a preliminary treatment plan and a certain degree of self-confidence, but he did not dare to say all the things.

Medical things often happen unexpectedly.

He didn't want to be looked down upon by Lin Lan after he was boasting about Haikou, and was punished by the old man and his subordinates.

This is a group of perverted soldiers, and he is afraid of them.

"I know, you have some confidence in your heart, otherwise you wouldn't say that," the old man laughed as if he understood Luo Ziling's thoughts: "Just be sure to treat it. Even if it doesn't cure it in the end, I won't blame you, and I won't allow them to blame you."

Luo Ziling completely relieved his heart when the old man said.

"I will do my best," he promised again, and encouraged the old man: "The senior has a good mentality, which is a very important condition for physical recovery; and, the senior is now willing to cooperate with the treatment and strive to reduce my psychological burden and reduce my concerns, which is more beneficial to treatment. If I had only 10% of the treatment before, then now it would be at least 20%."

"When will the treatment start?" After hearing Luo Ziling's words, Lin Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The communication between the two old and the young is very harmonious, and this is the first time that it is unprecedented.

In the past, when doctors came to treat the leader, they always had an unpleasant quarrel.

Those doctors were trembling in their work, frightened by the majesty of the chief, and did not dare to speak, and they were also rude in their work, and they did not dare to take any reckless measures. The chief was irritable and cursed at the slogan. Several of the medical masters were scolded by him and their blood pressure increased, and they fainted at the treatment site. Later, the chief was disgusted with the treatment, and some doctors came to check on him, but they all refused rudely.

She dared to ask Luo Ziling to help with the treatment. She didn't have much confidence or confidence, but now she knew that her bold proposal was very wise. The leader's illness had hope of curing.

Of course, it's just hope.

"I'll start treatment now," Luo Ziling asked two accompanying servants to wipe the old man's body with wet water, and began to prepare for treatment himself.

Acupuncture, massage and medicine are the only choice for treating this disease. Luo Ziling is going to start the treatment with his own specialty acupuncture.

After Lin Lan prepared alcohol, warm water and cloth for wiping his hands, Luo Ziling took out the silver needle he brought.

The silver needles he used for acupuncture were specially made by his grandfather, and were different from those used by ordinary Chinese medicine practitioners. The length and toughness were very different. When making the silver needles, some special things were mixed into them.

As for what was mixed in, Luo Ziling didn't know, it was grandpa's secret.

He used alcohol to disinfect the silver needle, Luo Ziling moistened his hands with warm water, then wiped his hands dry, and then began to gently press and pinch the old man's knees.

After a while of massage, the skin on that part became slightly rosy and no longer shriveled like before. Luo Ziling picked up a silver needle and quickly pierced into the old man's knee joint with a thunderous momentum.

Luo Ziling's use of needles was so fast that Lin Lan, who had always been known for his speed, was shocked when he saw it.

This kid is definitely not easy to do.

It seems that medical skills are not simple, and maybe they can really bring surprises to everyone.

Thinking of this, Lin Lan couldn't help but feel happy.
Chapter completed!