Originally, the mother and son said that they could just find a place to eat and come back later, but Luo Qiao did not agree.

Because the cloth bags in their hands looked empty, they couldn't even afford to treat their illnesses, so it was probably impossible for them to buy food.

Luo Qiao took the mother and son to the cafeteria. As it was past mealtime, the cafeteria no longer had all the food, so she ordered two dishes, two bowls of soup and ten steamed buns for them.

Afraid that they would feel embarrassed to eat as much as they wanted, I prepared the same meal for them and said, "You guys eat first. I'll go back to the office and call my friend. You guys just wait in the outpatient hall and someone will come to see you."

Zeng Liang tried to stand up by holding onto the table, but Luo Qiao stopped him: "No need to stand up. Your body is not in a good condition right now."

After Luo Qiao left, Zeng Liang lowered his head and wiped the tears from his eyes: "Mom, we are lucky today and met a good person. If my disease can really be cured, I will work hard to make money and become a person like Director Luo's friend."

Zeng Liang's mother nodded vigorously: "Okay, son, mom supports you."

****** Luo Qiao returned to her office at Peking University Health Science Center, took out her cell phone and called Xu Shifan, telling him about Zeng Liang's situation and asking him to expand the current scale of assistance, establish a first-class fund, increase medical assistance for poor families in addition to education poverty alleviation, and prepare supporting measures as soon as possible.

After finishing the story, he added: "The foundation does not accept donations from the public. The source of funds is allocated from the annual income of the first product. We will decide the specific amount in the meeting later."

The two chatted for a few more sentences before hanging up the phone.

Xu Shifan acted quickly. After hanging up the phone, he sent someone over. Zeng Liang and his mother were reluctant to finish the buns, so they put them in a cloth bag, thinking that if they saved them, they could have more meals.

I arrived at the outpatient hall early and waited.

In addition to having a blood test that afternoon, Zeng Liang was required to fast the next morning. Other examinations and X-rays of the lumbar spine and base of the skull were done in the afternoon.

Because Luo Qiao was worried about this matter, she went to the hospital at noon the next day. After looking at the X-rays and test results, she found that the disease was not lumbar muscle strain at all, but ankylosing spondylitis.

This disease is actually an autoimmune disease that can invade multiple joints throughout the body. In its early stages, it is particularly easy to be confused with some strain-related diseases.

With the current medical level, there is no complete cure for this disease. It can only be controlled with medication. Fortunately, it is not too serious now. If it is not treated, I am afraid that walking will be a problem in the future.

Luo Qiao saw that there was not much point in being hospitalized, so he explained his situation to the mother and son again. After they understood, he said, "I see you are from the suburbs of Beijing?"

Zeng Liang's hope, which had been ignited in his heart before, was now completely dampened by Luo Qiao's words. He suddenly lost his energy and nodded: "Yes."

Luo Qiao said: "For now, Western medicine can only control this disease with drugs, but it can't get rid of the root cause."

After a pause, he continued, "I have learned Chinese medicine since I was a kid. I can try to treat you, but I can't guarantee the extent of my treatment. Do you want to give it a try?"

Zeng Liang looked at Luo Qiao in confusion, thinking that since it was already like this, even if it couldn't be cured, he wouldn't waste her kindness, so he nodded and said, "As long as you don't mind me being troublesome, it's fine."

Luo Qiao only prescribed him a box of painkillers and told him to take it when he got home if he couldn't bear it anymore, but not to take it if he could normally bear it.

She brought the man to her office and gave him acupuncture during the lunch break.

After the needles were removed, she asked them to come to her next week to get medicine, and also told them to come to her once a week for acupuncture and the medicine she prescribed. They would discuss the results again after three months.

After explaining everything, I let them leave. I had to go back to school as I had classes in the afternoon.

As soon as Luo Qiao left, a doctor in the corridor started chatting: "This mother and son are really lucky. They caught the eye of Director Luo. Not only did he not let them be hospitalized, but he also only prescribed a box of painkillers.

But she treated him with traditional Chinese medicine in private, and she didn't mind the stench of the patient. I really don't know what she wants?"

Xiao Zhang really couldn't stand it anymore. During the time she had followed Director Luo, Director Luo had taught her a lot of real skills. Xiao Ye really had the nerve to say bad things about Director Luo in front of her.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

So he said coldly, "Xiao Ye, what are you talking about? Even if he is hospitalized, there is no cure for his disease. Director Luo is kind enough to use acupuncture to treat her. Does it bother you?"

Seeing that Xiao Zhang had turned against him because of what he said about Director Luo, Xiao Ye also got angry: "I just told you a few truths. Why are you so angry? You are mad at me. Are you sick?"

Xiao Zhang retorted: "I think you are the one who is sick. Director Luo did a good thing, but you still said that about her. You really have a problem with your thinking."

Because Xiao Zhang had mentioned the rescue earlier, Xiao Ye shouted at this time: "She didn't do it to save money for her friend. She is so vain."

Xiao Zhang was really angry now: "Everyone has their own opinion. You are really a low-brow person. I can't be friends with people like you. I'd better have less contact with you in the future."

(End of this chapter)