Lu Chi replied, "Hello, Auntie, we are from the community and have come to visit you."
"The door isn't locked, come in, cough cough cough."
With permission, Lu Chi gently pushed open the door of the dilapidated house.
What met the eye was a scene of desolation.
Qi Zhenhua, whose legs had been crippled, lay on the bed, covered with a quilt that was already dirty and yellowed.
He was emaciated, with deep-set eyes, and looked like he was on his last legs.
Because no one cleaned up the excrement, the house smelled terrible.
Lu Chi couldn't help but frown.
Wanting to leave, but feeling sorry for Qi Zhenhua, he turned around and went out, saying to his follower Lei Song, "Go to the car and get a few masks."
Lei Song had long been nauseated by the smell in Qi Zhenhua's room and gagged several times. Afraid of upsetting the old woman, he tried to suppress the gagging sounds as much as possible.
Upon hearing Lu Chi's instructions, he put down the two bags of rice and two buckets of oil he was carrying.
As if he had wheels of fire on his feet, he dashed towards the car in a flash.
They quickly retrieved several N96 masks and a pair of disposable gloves from the car.
Lu Chi praised him for being resourceful. He had only asked him to go back and get the mask, and hadn't even thought about getting the disposable gloves. He hadn't expected him to bring them himself.
This is why Lu Chi chose him as his follower; he's quick-witted, resourceful, and has a knack for being sarcastic and humorous.
Wearing a mask and gloves, Lu Chi returned to Qi Zhenhua's house.
Qi Zhenhua struggled to sit up, but no matter what she did, she couldn't. She could only lean back on the pillow, which was a bit more vertical than lying flat.
With his chapped lips moving, he asked, "May I ask who you are?"
Lu Chi's voice, tinged with sympathy, came through a mask: "Auntie, hello, we're from the community. We were deeply moved when we learned about your story and came to offer our condolences."
Several subordinates neatly piled the gifts they brought in the room. Qi Zhenhua glanced at the pile of gifts on the ground, then looked at Lu Chi and his five subordinates, who were all wearing masks. They all had such an air about them and didn't seem like people from the community.
But no matter who they are, I'm very touched that they came to see me.
Some people in the community know about her efforts to seek justice for her daughter, and they occasionally come to her to bring her clothes and food.
There are practically no people with such an elegant air as them. They must be relatively wealthy and kind-hearted people in the capital.
Qi Zhenhua's eyes filled with tears: "Thank you, thank you so much."
Lu Chi nodded to the old man and said:
"I am a community worker and also a doctor. I am very skilled in traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture and massage. If it's convenient for you, ma'am, could you please uncover the blanket?"
Let me take a look at your leg problem and give you acupuncture. I can't guarantee a 100% cure, but it will definitely relieve your pain.
Lu Chi actually wanted to say that he could cure the disease 100%, but he couldn't make such a confident statement, otherwise he was worried that the old man wouldn't believe him.
After all, her left leg had been disabled for more than ten years, and even the most renowned experts in China had not been able to cure it.
If he told Qi Zhenhua that he could cure her 100%, she might become wary and unwilling to cooperate.
Sure enough, Qi Zhenhua was overjoyed to hear that acupuncture could relieve her pain. She had searched on her phone in the past few days and found that her illness could be treated with acupuncture or relieved by acupuncture.
"Excuse me, excuse me. May I ask your name?"
Lu Chi smiled and said, "Just call me Dr. Lu. Auntie, please lift the blanket so I can take a look."
The moment I lifted the covers, a strong stench wafted out of the bed, much stronger than the smell inside the room.
Lu Chi didn't pay attention to the smell. It's normal for a paralyzed old man to smell bad, since he's wearing an N96 mask and the smell doesn't bother him much.
Lu Chi pretended to take Qi Zhenhua's pulse, but in reality, he focused his attention, activated his divine eye, and scanned Qi Zhenhua's body.
Qi Zhenhua stared intently at Lu Chi's resolute brows and eyes, and after two minutes, she saw his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
Qi Zhenhua asked anxiously, "Dr. Lu, is my illness... incurable?"
Lu Chi shook his head: "It's alright, Auntie, it's not serious. You'll get better soon with acupuncture."
In fact, when Lu Chi saw Qi Zhenhua, she already had several different types of late-stage cancer.
If Lu Chi hadn't come today, she wouldn't have lived more than a month.
But don't worry, any illness can be cured by Lu Chi.
However, she had too many types of cancer. Even a miracle doctor like Lu Chi would need a week of acupuncture to fully recover.
"Auntie, please lie down, I'm going to give you acupuncture."
"Okay, sure." Qi Zhenhua supported herself on the bed with both hands and slowly moved her body towards the center of the bed to lie flat.
Lu Chi pretended to go out and cough a few times. Then, with a thought, he walked in with a medicine bag in his hand.
He opened the medicine kit, took out the silver needles inside, dipped the needle tips in a black liquid with a faint fragrance, and began to perform acupuncture on Qi Zhenhua.
Ten minutes later, Qi Zhenhua's eyes shone brightly, and she spoke with excitement: "Dr. Lu, I feel that my leg doesn't hurt anymore, it's amazing!"
Lu Chi nodded: "This is an acupuncture technique passed down from my ancestors, and it has always been very effective."
After administering acupuncture to Qi Zhenhua for another ten minutes, Lu Chi removed the silver needles, wiped them with a tissue, disinfected them with alcohol, put them in a silver needle bag, and placed it by Qi Zhenhua's bedside.
There are many silver needle packs in the system space. Lu Chi only needs to buy a new set. It's not expensive, only 100 points.
"Auntie, I'll come back to give you acupuncture again at this time tomorrow. You'll need to continue for a week. Don't lose this needle that's by your bedside; I'll be using it to give you acupuncture for the next week."
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