The yellow-haired boy was forced to shut up, and a look of horror immediately appeared on his face.
"Hahaha, you deserve it!"
Liang Sicheng, who had been holding back and not refuting, finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.
After this interruption, the Chinese medicine doctors and adults who were concentrating on taking the patient's pulse finally noticed Song Jinshu's arrival.
The old Chinese doctor frowned slightly.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Liang Sicheng's uncle immediately stepped forward to apologize to Song Jinshu.
"I was so focused just now that I didn't notice you, Master."
Song Jinshu shook his head and said he didn't mind.
The old Chinese doctor glanced at his apprentice.
The young disciple understood and immediately stepped forward, shouting, "Everyone be quiet!
Don't disturb my master from taking my pulse again.
Your old man is just waiting to die!"
What he said was really rude.
But after a flash of anger in the Liang family's eyes, they still endured it.
"Excuse me, Mr. Li, please continue."
Song Jinshu understood clearly.
She didn't mention seeing the old man again.
Instead, he stood next to everyone and observed together.
The old man's face was pale and bloodless.
His breathing was rapid and his eyes were half open.
Sometimes my body would twitch reflexively, and there would be a lot of cold sweat on my forehead.
He was obviously suffering from pain that ordinary people could not endure.
There's something wrong with my nerves.
Song Jinshu thought about what Liang Sicheng had told her before and had some guesses in her mind.
Who would have thought.
"Xiao Liu, prepare the tools."
After taking the old man's pulse, Mr. Li turned around and started to give him acupuncture without any explanation.
Song Jinshu frowned.
I didn't want to speak.
But seeing that Mr. Li just inserted the needle directly into the acupuncture point that calmed the mind, he did not take any other action.
I couldn't help but be speechless.
"You're only treating the symptoms and not the root cause."
Considering the 12 million, Song Jinshu couldn't help but speak.
"What do you know!"
Before Master Li could speak, the young disciple started shouting again.
Song Jinshu was too lazy to pay attention to him.
He took a step forward and felt the old man's pulse.
"The old man has metal poisoning and has a nerve problem."
"Metal poisoning? Are you kidding me?"
"Ever since my dad fell ill, I've carefully prepared everything he eats, drinks, and uses. How could he have metal poisoning?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone started to refute them.
Although they were dissatisfied with what their young disciple had said before, they obviously did not trust Song Jinshu much either.
"What do you know?"
Liang Sicheng was a little anxious.
I just wanted to speak up for Song Jinshu.
Mr. Li, who had been silent all this time, pondered for a moment and actually took the old man's pulse again.
"There are definitely signs of metal poisoning."
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
Since Mr. Li is known as the "National Doctor", no matter what his character is like, his level is still convincing.
He looked at the Liu family.
"I remember when we were looking at the case before, you said that the old man had been shot in the head before?"
Liang Sicheng's uncle Liu Chengjiang nodded immediately.
"Yes, but the bullet was blocked by my helmet at the time, and only half of my head was embedded. Fortunately, it was removed."
Mr. Li frowned slightly.
"You haven't taken the old man for a checkup in all these years, have you?"
Liu Chengjiang immediately showed an embarrassed look: "Mr. Li, you know, my father is very stubborn. He only trusts traditional Chinese medicine and doesn't even want to go to the hospital."
"Aren't you guys kidding me?"
Elder Li was a little angry, "I thought it was some difficult and complicated disease, that's why I couldn't make up my mind."
"It turns out to be just a small matter."
"Okay, come here and take the old man directly to the hospital for surgery."
Liu Chengjiang quickly apologized with a smile, but still said, "Is there no other way?
My dad really doesn’t trust Western medicine.”
Mr. Li didn't say anything.
Song Jinshu glanced at him and spoke again, "Since it's just shrapnel residue, it shouldn't be big. Perhaps we can try acupuncture."
Everyone looked at her in embarrassment.
Ignored her.
Instead, he looked at Mr. Li with an extremely earnest gaze.
Song Jinshu smiled broadly.
Mr. Li was also very unhappy.
He looked Song Jinshu up and down. "Even if the shrapnel is small, it can't be cured by acupuncture. Young man, you are so young, don't talk nonsense just because you want to show off."
"Oh."
Song Jinshu didn't want to argue with this old man who was quite capable.
But seeing that he was so ungrateful, he couldn't help but frown.
"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't."
“Get out of the way!”
She glanced at the Liu family.
The Liu family didn't know why, but they felt a tightness in their hearts.
They were a little hesitant.
The old man woke up at some point.
He looked directly at Song Jinshu and said, "Let her try. Anyway, I'm not going to the hospital."
After saying that, he closed his eyes again.
The Liu family no longer hesitated.
Only the young disciple's voice rang out, somewhat puzzled. "Master, you gave Mr. Liu an acupuncture treatment. Logically, shouldn't he sleep until tomorrow morning?"
Mr. Li didn't say anything.
The veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he glared at his young disciple fiercely.
As Song Jinshu removed the silver needle from Mr. Liu's calming acupuncture point, he said, "If you use these remedies that only treat the symptoms but not the root cause too much, they will eventually become ineffective."
Mr. Li's expression became even uglier.
I really want to walk away.
But he firmly believed in his own abilities and really didn't believe that Song Jinshu could do what he couldn't.
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