Jiang Bing entered the room and called out to the middle-aged woman who was sitting on a chair in the living room, wiping her tears, "Auntie!"

When the woman saw Jiang Bing, she quickly wiped away her tears and forced a smile, "Bingzi is here. Have you had breakfast?"

Jiang Bing smiled and said, "I've eaten." He pointed at Song Yun who had followed him in and introduced her, "Aunt, this is Dr. Song, the Chinese medicine doctor I found out about. I brought her here today to see Zhengping."

Zhengping's mother's eyes turned red again, and she held Jiang Bing's hand, "Now you are the only one who remembers Zhengping."

Although she didn't believe in her heart that such a young girl could be very capable, and Zhengping's severe paralysis was deemed incurable even by the local hospital, and the few old Chinese doctors she consulted were also helpless, she had now completely given up hope.

But this was Jiang Bing's good intention, so she naturally wouldn't refuse his kindness.

"Zhengping is in the room. I'll take you inside."

Song Yun estimated that the house was no more than 40 square meters, with two small rooms and a small living room, a very cramped space.

Zhengping's mother pushed open the door of the room on the left, and an indescribable odor hit her nose.

There was a coal stove burning in the house for heating, and the windows were ajar. The temperature was not high, but it was enough to require wearing a cotton jacket.

The young man lying on the bed turned his head and forced a smile on his thin face, "Brother Bing, you're here."

Jiang Bing walked quickly to the bedside and said with a smile, "Didn't I say I'd come see you in a few days? I always keep my word." He pointed at Song Yun and said, "I've even found you a great doctor. Even the military commander in Sichuan Province has specially transferred her to treat you. She's really talented."

Zhengping's mother's eyes lit up when she heard this. "Really? Even the leader of Sichuan Province asked you to treat his illness?"

Song Yun placed the medicine box on the small desk and said with a smile, "It's true. I just came back a few days ago."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did hope ignite in Zhengping's mother's heart, but even Jin Zhengping, who had long been disheartened, also showed hope in his eyes.

"Let me check it first." Song Yun said.

Jiang Bing quickly stepped back and made room.

Song Yun gave Jin Zhengping a basic examination and asked him some questions.

In fact, Jin Zhengping is not suffering from high paralysis in the true sense. He sometimes feels a little, but the feeling disappears quickly. Others with high paralysis are completely unconscious and don't feel any pain, but he feels pain, and his limbs are extremely weak. The hospital said he was suffering from phantom pain, not real pain.

The hospital's statement is not entirely wrong, but from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, this cannot be considered phantom pain. It is a signal from the body, sending a distress signal to the owner of the body.

Of course, this signal will not exist forever. If it is not treated for a long time, the pain will disappear and you will become truly paralyzed.

In other words, Jin Zhengping can actually be cured, but it is difficult and not something most people can do.

"How is it?" Jiang Bing asked.

Zhengping's mother also looked at Song Yun with anticipation, her heart beating wildly.

Song Yun said, "The situation is not as bad as I thought. I'll try a set of acupuncture first. If he can feel it, then it can be treated. If not, then I'll think of other ways."

She had thought it through before coming. If her own medical skills couldn't cure the disease, she would look for suitable medicine in the traditional shopping mall. No matter what, she wanted to give this people's hero the blessing he deserved.