Ye Qingqing couldn't hide her disappointment. They wouldn't even let her try. She had medical skills, but she couldn't use them!

The old lady, however, had a good impression of the pretty Ye Qingqing. The little girl was both pretty and clean, and she was wearing a red dress, which was very festive. Just looking at her made her happy. Anyway, her legs were already like this, so it wouldn't hurt to let the little girl try it out!

"Young lady, let me take a look. I'm in a lot of pain today, but please don't think I'm dirty." The old lady smiled and waved to Ye Qingqing.

The top leader (it does sound awkward, but it's a sensitive time, please forgive me) got anxious and said, "Mom, I'll take you to see a specialist this weekend."

"Let this young girl take a look. I've seen so many specialists, wasted so much money, and my leg still isn't better. I'm not going anymore." The old lady didn't have a good impression of specialists; their fees were ridiculously high, and they couldn't even cure her leg. She was never going to give specialists money again.

Ye Qingqing's eyes lit up; it seemed there was a chance.

She smiled sweetly and said, "Grandma, I can definitely cure you. Don't underestimate me because of my young age. My ancestors were imperial physicians who treated several emperors!"

"That's incredible! You have to take a look at me!" The old lady was extremely excited. The imperial physician was amazing; perhaps the young girl could really cure her leg!

The leader smirked. Nine out of ten quack doctors would claim their ancestors were imperial physicians, but you could tell it was a lie the moment you heard it.

But he was a dutiful son, and since the old lady had spoken, he dared not object anymore. He could only let Ye Qingqing try, and kick her out if anything went wrong.

"Okay, let me check your legs first, roll up your pants."

Ye Qingqing rolled up the old lady's trouser legs, revealing her calves, which were swollen like radishes and the skin was shiny, as if they were about to burst open at any moment.

There is a noticeable old scar on my left ankle, which looks quite gruesome now. It's easy to imagine that the wound must have been very deep back then, and it wasn't treated in time.

"You're lucky you didn't injure any tendons, otherwise your leg would be useless!"

The old lady smiled and said, "God saw how hard it was for me, a widow and her orphan, and took care of me!"

She had no problems with her legs when she was young, but now that her son is successful, her leg injury has flared up. She doesn't feel any pain at all. She has done everything she needed to do, so even if she is crippled, it doesn't matter.

Ye Qingqing really liked this optimistic and strong old lady. Even if it weren't for the clinic, she would have cured the old lady.

"Let me give you acupuncture first."

Ye Qingqing took out the needle case, candles, and jade knife, and placed them on the table one by one. The head of the household and his wife looked hesitant, but they seemed quite capable. Could they really have some skills?

After disinfecting the needles, Ye Qingqing deliberately showed off by speeding up the needle insertion. The silver needles became phantoms, and it was impossible to see her movements. The head of the group felt that he had only blinked, and his mother had more than a dozen silver needles on her leg.

The top leader was shocked. He exchanged glances with his wife and leaned closer to get a better look.

Ye Qingqing flicked the needle tip with her finger, and more than a dozen silver needles vibrated simultaneously, making a buzzing sound like music. This move completely stunned the man, who finally believed that Ye Qingqing was a truly skilled doctor.

The old lady's ankles were even more swollen, and her skin was becoming increasingly shiny, as if it might burst open at any moment.

Ye Qingqing gently cut the old wound with the jade knife, then flicked the end of the needle. From the cut, black blood that smelled foul flowed out. It was very viscous and looked particularly disgusting.

The old lady shrank her legs in embarrassment, but Ye Qingqing held them down. She was oblivious to the stench and continued to flick the silver needles. The black blood flowed even more, and she wiped it with cotton balls, soon accumulating many dirty cotton balls.

Ye Qingqing stopped when the blood turned from pale to red. She then removed the silver needles one by one and applied hemostatic medicine. The wound miraculously healed, much to the astonishment of the leader.