It's more like a piece of dead bark than an arm!
There were dense, crisscross scars on it.
It spreads out like a giant spider web!
It looks shocking.
"This scar was caused by a firebomb when I was a young soldier trying to save a comrade."
"Later, that comrade and I became brothers who shared life and death."
Li Chungang smiled faintly and explained, "That comrade is Mingzhi's father."
"Yes."
Qian Mingzhi nodded.
Then, Li Chungang rolled up his right sleeve.
There are also two deep scars and a bullet hole on the right arm.
"These two scars were left when I was a police officer."
"The gangster was holding a dagger hostage. When I was struggling with him, I was stabbed twice by the dagger and my artery was almost cut."
"As for this bullet hole... that has a much more interesting story."
"The June 3rd Bank robbery that shocked the nation that year involved criminals armed with submachine guns, which had an extremely detrimental impact."
"We engaged in a firefight with the criminal despite being completely outnumbered in both police numbers and firepower."
"I was shot once in the arm and once in the chest!"
"Fortunately, I was lucky. The bullet in my chest deviated slightly from my heart."
“…”
Li Chungang talked freely as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
As Lin Fan listened, he was filled with awe.
“When people get old, they become more talkative.”
Li Chungang finally sighed and stopped chattering at the right time.
"No! Mr. Li, if it weren't for people like you, China wouldn't have the peace and stability it has today."
"These are not just scars, they are more like your personal eternal medals of honor!"
Lin Fan spoke sincerely.
"Eternal Medal of Merit? That's an interesting statement!"
"Xiao Ding, you can show off your arms from now on. Show them off openly!"
"A man's medal of honor, isn't that the same as hanging a first-class merit on his arm?"
Li Chungang burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, I think it's okay!"
Ding Changchuan nodded in agreement.
How many police officers of the older generation don’t have scars on their bodies from handling cases?
His wife always disliked the scar on his arm where the bullet had pierced his arm.
Therefore, Ding Changchuan wears long-sleeved shirts all year round to cover himself up.
After hearing what Lin Fan said, he seemed to feel that everything he had done back then was meaningful.
After some conversation, everyone became closer.
Lin Fan carefully took Ding Changchuan's pulse.
After taking the pulse, he said nothing.
It can be said that Li Chungang's condition is more serious than imagined.
His body was like an oil lamp that was about to run out of fuel, and the flame could go out at any moment.
"Xiao Lin, I understand even if you don't say it."
"Having lived to this age, I've had enough."
"As long as I am worthy of the Party, the organization, the people, and myself, my life on earth will not be in vain."
Li Chungang is as open-minded as ever.
"Xiao Lin, is there no other way?"
Ding Changchuan was somewhat unwilling.
He couldn't bear to watch his old leader die.
"There are ways."
Lin Fan finally spoke.
"If you have any solution, just tell me."
"As long as there is any glimmer of hope, you can try!"
"At any cost!"
Ding Changchuan immediately said excitedly.
"Acupuncture and moxibustion, combined with the heart-nourishing formula."
Lin Fan said seriously.
"oh?"
Li Chungang and Ding Changchuan looked at each other.
"Are you talking nonsense?"
Qian Mingzhi spoke coldly.
"Oh? Brother Qian, you don't believe me?"
Lin Fan asked back.
"Mr. Li has tried acupuncture and medication before, but they didn't work at all."
"Not only did it have no effect, it actually made Mr. Li's condition worse."
"So, these things are all crooked ways!"
Qian Mingzhi said coldly.
"It seems like this is another person who is prejudiced against traditional Chinese medicine."
Lin Fan shrugged without commenting.
"It's not that I'm biased, but I totally don't believe it!"
"You Chinese medicine practitioners will prescribe extremely expensive medicines that won't kill you."
"This isn't a liar, it's..."
Qian Mingzhi became more and more excited as he spoke, and was about to get angry.
Li Chungang stopped him with a look in time, which made him swallow the second half of his words.
"Brother Qian, I don't deny that you have seen some counterfeits."
"But they are all uneducated people who are defrauding people under the guise of traditional Chinese medicine."
“True Traditional Chinese Medicine is a treasure passed down by the Chinese people. Only those who understand and learn its most essential parts are qualified to be called practitioners of Traditional Chinese Medicine.”
Lin Fan said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
"So you mean you're an orthodox Chinese medicine practitioner?"
Qian Mingzhi sneered and scoffed.
"My ancestors were imperial physicians, and the medical skills have been passed down from generation to generation."
"If you really say that I am the inheritor of traditional Chinese medicine, then it can be considered as such."
Lin Fan nodded.
"If you are really that capable, why doesn't the country recruit talents like you? Why are you still staying in a small county?"
"You still say you're not a charlatan?"
Qian Mingzhi is very aggressive.
"My stay in the county hospital, does it have anything to do with my abilities?"
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