Uncle Qin said, "Professor Yang used to be on the farm. She was a very good doctor. I believe her. Besides, I'm already in this state. How much worse can I get?"

Seeing his son remained silent, Uncle Qin continued, "Luo Qiao took the initiative to treat me, so I can't be ungrateful. If she wasn't sure, she wouldn't have said this. If it weren't for our previous friendship, who would be willing to take responsibility so easily?

I'm going to say this today. If it can be cured, it's my good luck. If it can't be cured, it's my fate. Don't think about it in the future."

The youngest son of the Qin family felt hot on his face: "Dad, I am doing this for your own good. Since you trust her so much, I am definitely hoping that you will get better soon."

Turning around and looking at Luo Qiao, he said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm just a little worried."

Luo Qiao smiled and said, "I understand, but don't worry, since I've spoken, I'm at least somewhat confident."

Luo Qiao asked the youngest son of the Qin family to help Uncle Qin lie down, lift up his clothes, and reach into the cross-body bag to take out the silver needle, which was actually taken out from the space.

Looking at Uncle Qin's daughter-in-law, he said, "Please prepare some alcohol. If you don't have any, white wine will do."

When everything was ready, Luo Qiao began to give the needle skillfully. Qin's youngest son and his wife stood there watching. They had not expected that this little girl was so skillful in giving the needle.

Uncle Qin felt a stream of warmth slowly entering his body, which made him feel very comfortable. A quarter of an hour later, Uncle Qin felt that the pain in his waist had been reduced a lot.

He said, "Luo Qiao, thank you, uncle. My waist feels much better now."

Luo Qiao said, "Uncle, I'll send some plasters to you later. You can't apply the plaster to the same place every day, or your skin won't be able to bear it and it will easily get injured and blistered. You should apply it to different places every day."

Uncle Qin seemed to see hope: "Okay, I'll listen to you. If it really gets better, I won't have to drag them down anymore."

Forty minutes later, Luo Qiao pulled out the needle, disinfected the silver needle and put it away.

He smiled and said, "As expected of Professor Yang, a good teacher produces good students."

Luo Qiao packed up her things, checked the time, and said, "Uncle Qin, my second brother and I have to catch the bus, so we won't stay any longer."

He took out a small notebook from his messenger bag and said, "Please write my address on it. I will send the plaster to you directly after it is made."

Uncle Qin's youngest son wrote down the address, handed it over, and asked, "How much is the medical fee?"

Uncle Qin also said: "Yes, you can't refuse this. It's only natural to spend money on medical treatment."

Luo Qiao said: "Uncle Qin, you helped us a lot on the farm before. Maybe it's not a big deal in your eyes, but at that time, even a kind word can warm people's hearts.

What's more, you occasionally help me, and I, Luo Qiao, have always remembered this kindness in my heart. Now that I have some ability, it is only right for me to repay you, what do you think? "

Uncle Qin said, "I didn't do anything. I just wanted to do more, but I don't have the ability. You have to accept the money for the plaster, otherwise I will feel bad."

Luo Qiao said, "Uncle Qin, please listen to me. I made this plaster myself. It really didn't cost much. Can you give me a chance to repay you?"

Having said that, Uncle Qin couldn't say anything more, so he could only say, "I got a great deal and took advantage of it."

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Originally, the Qin family wanted to keep the brother and sister for dinner, but Luo Qiao said that the train tickets had already been bought and they would miss the train if they were any later.

(End of this chapter)