"This bragging is really getting bigger and bigger..."
"Okay, I can wait ten minutes. It all depends on how you end it."
Many passers-by in the barrage began to speak, and their sarcastic gestures had a familiar flavor.
But at this moment, even the few fans who had left thought Ye Lan’s actions were outrageous, and they had no confidence to stand up and support her.
So wave after wave of ridicule attracted more attention and traffic, and the photographer had no choice but to zoom in again.
This time everyone suppressed their nausea and watched carefully.
The tumor on the old man's leg is clearly visible, and the pulsating blue veins can be seen in the thin skin tissue. It is definitely not a fake special effect.
In the first few minutes, the tumor in the smoke did not change at all. Not only the audience, but even the old man himself showed disappointment visibly on his face.
Knowing that Ye Lan was recording a program, the old man didn't want to embarrass her, so he took the initiative to give her a way out and said, "I feel better now. Why don't you come back tomorrow for the rest? I happen to have something to do at home."
As he spoke, he had already bent his legs and was about to put them down, thinking that he could use an excuse to be busy tomorrow, so the girl's ambition to let go would not be in vain.
Unfortunately, as soon as he moved, his leg was held down by a hand.
"Don't move." The girl's voice was cold, with the light and pleasant sound of an orchid in a valley, but also a little distant. "It will be fine soon."
How fast?
Ten minutes are almost up!
The old man was helpless. He wanted to remind her not to be stupid, but he also didn't want to embarrass the little girl who could be his granddaughter because of his illness. "No, I really have something to do at home. I, hiss..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly felt a heat on his leg, as if burned by something. He looked down and was suddenly stunned.
At this time, under the camera of the live broadcast room, everyone clearly saw that the surface of the sarcoma on the old man's leg was quickly dissolved like a layer of melted transparent film.
The skin became thinner and thinner due to the smoke, and finally cracked and dissolved, with a large amount of thick liquid flowing out from inside.
"Hiss, it's so hot!" The old man's forehead was covered with sweat, but his expression was not ferocious. Instead, he let out a long sigh and slowly closed his eyes, "It feels so comfortable."
As he spoke, he supported his head with his hands and fell asleep leaning against the table.
As the snoring sounded, the tumor on his leg had been completely dissolved, leaving only a thin layer of skin covering it, and then a layer of black scab quickly formed in the smoke.
After another minute, the scabs began to fall off, turning into round pieces of intact skin. The swelling in the legs also gradually subsided, and they became lean and fit in line with the torso.
One audience member looked up and found that the time was exactly ten minutes, neither more nor less.
At this time, Ye Lan also extinguished the wooden stick, gently patted the old man's shoulder, and woke him up.
"Hmm... am I asleep?" The old man mumbled several times before slowly opening his eyes. Then he scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "It's really because your cigarettes are so comfortable. For years, my legs have been aching and I couldn't sleep well at night. Lately, even my waist has been ailing. But just now, all the pain seemed to disappear... Huh? My legs!"
When he said this, he noticed that his legs were still on the chair. He took a closer look and was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
He just closed his eyes for a moment, and his leg is already healed?!
The old man couldn't believe it. He stood up, stretched a few times, and even twisted his waist. Then he said with a look of surprise, "It's all right. Even my back pain is gone. Miracle doctor, how did you do that? My previous surgery only removed the tumor, but my legs are still swollen."
Not to mention his curiosity, the audience in the live broadcast room were also very anxious.
They didn't fall asleep. They witnessed the healing process of the old man's legs more intuitively. The previous ridicule and suspicion were slapped back in their faces like a tornado. In addition to being shocked, they also wanted to find out the truth.
What exactly is this sarcoma?
Ye Lan clearly had no intention of hiding anything. As he packed his things, he said calmly, "This place is low-lying, close to the water. The humidity is too high, which easily breeds toxins that invade the human body. The soil in the fields you work on is fertile, so the humidity is even higher. When you return, prepare the herbs according to this prescription, burn them to ashes, and pour them into the pond. Do this once a year to remove the toxins."
As she spoke, she handed over the prescription she had just written on the table.
The old man took a look at it and saw that most of them were free herbs grown wild in the mountains and forests, and some of the others were only a few dollars. He couldn't help but exclaim, "So cheap?!"
Ye Lan raised his eyebrows slightly.
The old man scratched his head embarrassedly and explained, "It's not that I don't believe it, but after so many years of treatment, I didn't expect it to be cured so easily. Moreover, you can tell at a glance that my land is the most fertile. This is more accurate than a fortune teller."
Ye Lan: “…”
She wouldn't care about such trivial matters.
But the old man had already happily put the prescription in his pocket, then he felt his pocket and asked, "How much do you want, doctor? Just tell me. I just happened to bring some money for seeds today."
The seed money is used to buy rice seedlings for the next season.
However, now nothing can compare to Ye Lan's grace in saving his life.
Soon, he took out a handful of crumpled money from his pocket, and a rough glance showed that there were thousands of yuan.
At this time, Ye Lan shook his head and refused.
"No charge." She pushed his hand back, her expression still cold and indifferent. "Just give me a bowl after you finish cooking lunch at noon."
"Ah? How can this be..." The old man disagreed as soon as he heard it. As a simple country man, he was unwilling to let Ye Lan suffer any loss.
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