The difficulty of seeing a doctor has always been the biggest drawback for Chinese people. Especially for farmers who make a living from the land, being sick and hospitalized is an unimaginable burden.
Some of the audience in the live broadcast room felt sad after hearing the comments and spontaneously expressed their willingness to donate in the comments.
"Let the old man leave his name and address. I will help him and hope to ease his pain."
"Don't let Ye Lan mess around with this kind of disease that requires surgery. Go to the hospital as soon as possible."
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However, before the barrage of comments was finished, Ye Lan patted the old man's knee and said, "It can be cured. No surgery is needed."
"Ah?" The old man opened his mouth, his eyes suddenly filled with hope, "Really?"
"Well, don't move. I'll get ready." After Ye Lan answered, he stood up and took the ointment from the backpack, poured it out and smeared it on a wooden stick, then lit it with a lighter.
A wisp of smoke rose, and just when everyone was curious about how she was going to treat the old man, Ye Lan put the old man's legs on another stool, then placed a wooden stick underneath and fumigated him with smoke.
Everyone: “…”
That’s it?
That's it!
Both the audience in the live broadcast room and the old man were silent at this moment.
After a long while, the old man hesitated and asked, "Can this cure it?"
"Yeah." Ye Lan looked at the speed at which the smoke burned and gave a precise time, "Ten minutes."
“…” The old man was embarrassed and couldn’t suppress the doubt on his face.
But even the big hospitals were helpless and could only perform repeated surgeries to remove the sarcoma, but according to the young girl, it could be cured in just ten minutes of smoking and burning... It seemed impossible no matter how you thought about it.
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