The old man smiled and nodded at Wang Xiaolan.
"Doctor Wang, thank you for your help today."
Wang Xiaolan quickly invited the old man to sit down in the clinic.
"Uncle, please sit down and let me take your pulse."
Everyone sat there quietly, waiting for Wang Xiaolan's diagnosis results.
After Wang Xiaolan finished the examination, she said, "Uncle, do you often have headaches and feel weak all over?"
The old man nodded: "You are right, I have taken many medicines but it has not helped."
"Uncle, did you get hurt on the head?"
The old man was startled and asked, "How did you know?"
"I've seen that there's a piece of shrapnel, about three to five millimeters, stuck in your head."
"You're amazing! You knew it before I even told you. This shrapnel was left over from when we were fighting the Japanese devils. It's almost thirty years old."
"Uncle, this little thing is the main reason for your physical discomfort. Let me give you acupuncture treatment first, and then use Chinese medicine to regulate your body."
"As long as it can cure my illness, anything is fine."
"My treatment plan can only temporarily relieve your current symptoms."
When the old man heard this, his face showed obvious disappointment.
"This disease has tormented me for decades, and as long as it can be alleviated, it will be fine."
"Uncle, the only way to cure your illness is through surgery. Your current body is not suitable for surgery and you need to recuperate for a period of time before you can undergo a craniotomy. I don't have the conditions here. Please go back and discuss it with Dean Bai. I will go to his hospital to perform the surgery on you. What do you think?"
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