Jiang Bing and Zheng's mother looked at each other, both with joy in their eyes.
It was the best diagnosis they had ever heard.
In the past, no matter which hospital I went to or which old Chinese doctor I consulted, all I would hear were sighs or words of regret.
Song Yun asked Zheng's mother to add a stove to the room to raise the temperature as soon as possible, otherwise it would be easy to catch a cold during acupuncture.
Zheng's mother immediately went to her eldest son's room and moved the stove over. After a while, the temperature in the room rose a lot.
Song Yun began the acupuncture, asking Jin Zhengyi how it felt with each needle. Initially, he felt nothing, then suddenly felt a sharp, intense sting. But Jin Zhengyi felt this pain was the most wonderful feeling in the world. With a smile on his face and tears in his eyes, he cried out, "It hurts! I feel it. It hurts."
Song Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued with the acupuncture. Jin Zhengyu could feel every needle, some were very painful, some were just slightly painful. Song Yun carefully wrote down the acupuncture points and the degree of pain.
"Okay." She pulled out the last needle.
Zheng's mother asked, "How is it? Can it be cured?"
Song Yun nodded decisively this time. "I'm 80% sure I can cure it, but this process requires your close cooperation and the treatment will be painful. But as long as you persevere, you'll reap amazing rewards."
Zheng'er's mother now looked at Song Yun as if she were Guanyin Bodhisattva. Her words were like imperial decrees, and she nodded emphatically, "Don't worry, no matter how you ask us to cooperate, we can do it. And Zheng'er, he has always been tough and can endure hardships. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to work in the police. We will listen to you."
Song Yun liked this kind of patient's family the most. She smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll first decide on a treatment plan. In addition to acupuncture, medication is also needed. I'll first determine the prescription and other things. I'll tell you when I'm done."
Zheng's mother happily invited Song Yun to the small living room, moved the stove to her and placed it next to her, and asked her to write prescriptions and other things on the dining table in the small living room.
Song Yun not only wrote down the ointment prescription that would be used, but also drew a diagram of the acupuncture points. Based on the results of the test just performed on Jin Zhengli, she customized a set of acupuncture techniques suitable for him.
In addition to these, she also bought a 100ml bottle of repair spray from the system store. According to the drug's instructions, this repair spray not only repairs external injuries but also has a significant effect on muscle, tendon, and ligament injuries. While it can't directly cure high paralysis caused by cervical spine injuries, it can be mixed into ointments to aid in repair, shortening the course of the disease and minimizing the patient's suffering.
Repair spray costs 80 star coins per bottle, and the current balance is only 3660.
Speaking of which, she hasn't had the chance to earn star coins recently. Once she earns a few star coins, if she continues like this, these few star coins will really not be enough. She still has to find a way to earn star coins and save up 5,000 star coins as soon as possible to buy a bottle of high-end nutrient solution that she has been thinking about for a long time.
After determining the treatment plan, Song Yun did not waste any time and immediately started the first pulse acupuncture treatment.
Thirty-nine acupuncture points were needled three times, which means a total of 117 needle insertions. The first forty-nine needles were not felt at all. From the fiftieth needle onwards, Jin Zhengyi felt pain. After the seventy-ninth needle, each needle was extremely painful, as if someone was using an axe to split the bones and dig out the marrow fluid in the bones. The pain was indescribable.
The mother stood in the corner, not daring to look, covering her mouth and not daring to cry out loud. She was happy that her son had such good fortune, but also felt sorry for her son suffering so much, and wished she could take his place.
Even a tough guy like Jiang Bing quietly left the room, unable to bear to watch or listen any longer.
After the last injection, the pained look on Kim Jong-un's face gradually relaxed. He spit out the towel that was in his mouth and continued to breathe heavily.
Song Yun put away the needles, called Jiang Bing over, and asked him to help turn Jin Zhengli over so that she could give him a massage.
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