mind!

Very interested!

Wang Ye knew very well that his so-called medical skills were not real at all, and he relied entirely on healing techniques and acupuncture for treatment.

He has no idea about the so-called pathology, so wouldn’t this discussion be misleading?

What to do now?

When Pan Jingzhuo saw Wang Ye didn't speak, he thought he was acquiescing, so he pointed at the village chief and said: "Old Wang has had Laohan legs for decades, so do you know how Laohan legs are formed? And Laohan legs

How should we carry out symptomatic treatment on the legs to reduce the pain in Lao Han’s legs?”

Wang Ye's expression was a little strange. Could it be that he wanted to say that he didn't know the cause of Lao Han's leg, but did he know how to treat it?

If he said this, he would probably be scolded by Pan Jingzhuo.

You don’t even know the pathology, but you still want to treat the disease?

This is just like a child who hasn't even learned to walk and just starts running.

Before Wang Ye could say anything, the village chief suddenly said: "Old Pan, you don't need to ask now. My old cold leg has been cured by Xiaoye a long time ago."

"What? Cured? Lao Wang, don't lie to me. How can Lao Han's leg be cured? He must have temporarily helped you relieve the symptoms of Lao Han's leg, right?" Pan Jingzhuo looked unbelieving.

There is no cure for Lao Han's leg, and he can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. He knows this very well.

When the village chief heard that his old friend didn't believe him, he blew his beard and glared, and slapped his thigh: "If you don't believe it, I will show you on the spot, Xiaoye, bring a basin of cold water."

Hearing this, Pan Jingzhuo guessed what the village chief meant, and immediately stopped Wang Ye and looked at him angrily: "Well, you old Wang, your temper is still so stubborn after so many years, you have to fight with your body.

What are you going to do if you can't get through? If you really hit the cold water, it won't be long before your cold legs will happen again."

"You're not afraid of the pain, but I'm afraid that your old body won't be able to bear it."

Wang Ye smiled knowingly. Pan Jingzhuo was indeed a good friend of the village chief, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped him like this.

"Go, go, go, you don't believe me even if I tell you. Otherwise, how can you trust our Xiaoye's medical skills?" The village chief didn't bother to pay attention to him, and just asked Wang Ye to bring a basin of cold water.

Most of the water in the village is pumped from wells, and the temperature is very low. If you put your hand in it in the summer, you can feel the bone-chilling chill.

Pan Jingzhuo tried to give the final dissuasion: "Old Wang, there is really no need to do this. I believe it is not okay?"

"This is not possible. I want to prove to you that Ono has really cured me."

As he spoke, the village chief took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and then put his feet into the basin.

"Hiss!" The village chief couldn't help but take a breath.

It was just that the temperature of the well water was too low, which was too exciting for him.

Pan Jingzhuo stood worriedly on the edge. As long as the village chief's old cold legs broke out, he would take out the other person's legs immediately.

But soon, the village chief got used to the temperature, and instead washed his feet in the footbath, looking very comfortable.

Pan Jingzhuo had a look of disbelief on his face. He knew very well how serious the village chief's cold legs were. As long as he came into contact with water or environment with very low temperature, the village chief's cold legs would attack, and the pain would make him cry out in pain.

Sound, not like it is now.

The village chief kept washing for ten minutes before asking Wang Ye to pour the water away.

"How about it, do you believe it now?" The village chief glanced at Pan Jingzhuo, his face full of pride.

Pan Jingzhuo suddenly squatted on the ground and kept checking the village chief's legs. Everything was normal and there were no symptoms of Lao Han's legs.

The village chief's expression didn't look like he was enduring pain, but he knew very well how painful it was when Lao Han's leg was attacked, and he couldn't help it.

"It's impossible, it doesn't make sense. When will Lao Han's leg be cured? How can it be cured?" Pan Jingzhuo kept talking, his eyes never leaving the village chief's leg.

An uninformed person would have thought that Pan Jingzhuo was a pervert, staring hard at the legs of an old man.

"Old Pan, you have to ask Xiao Ye about this, but this is Xiao Ye's ancestral medical skill, so it may not be convenient for me to tell you."

"Ancestral medical skills? I wonder who your ancestor is?" Pan Jingzhuo asked cautiously.

Ever since he saw that the village chief's old cold leg had been cured, Pan Jingzhuo realized that he was indeed ignorant.

Wang Ye's body stiffened and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

The so-called ancestral medical skills were simply made up by him. If his ancestors really had such awesome people, how could they not be famous at all?

Seeing Wang Ye's hesitating, Pan Jingzhuo seemed to have thought of something, and said with an embarrassed look on his face: "I was the one who was abrupt. I think my ancestors should not pursue fame and wealth, otherwise he could just cure Lao Han's leg."

The matter must have spread throughout the medical community."

As an old doctor, he knew very well what Huaxia had gone through in the past. In the past thousands of years, many of the essences of medical skills had been lost, leaving only some superficial knowledge. Now these superficial skills forced them to become Chinese doctors, and they could barely become Henan doctors.

A countervailing force to Western medicine.

If the inheritance of medical skills had not been broken, many so-called terminal diseases today would not be a problem at all.

Wang Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Pan Jingzhuo found a reason for himself, otherwise he really wouldn't know what to do.

"Although I don't have the opportunity to know my ancestor's name and achievements, I would like to ask Dr. Wang shamelessly. Is it okay?"

Pan Jingzhuo kept his attitude very low. If he wasn't worried about scaring Wang Ye, he would even be willing to be Wang Ye's student.

"This is no problem." Wang Ye thought for a while and agreed.

He is still a village doctor now, but when things get more complicated in the future, he is worried that he will not have time to fulfill his duties as a village doctor. If he can build a good relationship with Director Pan and let him send a doctor to be a village doctor in the future, then Mavericks

At least I don't need to go to the hospital for everything.

Pan Jingzhuo was very happy when he heard Wang Ye agreed.

"Dr. Wang, can I ask what method you used to treat Lao Wang's cold legs? Needless to say, you can give me an overview?" Pan Jingzhuo asked.

"Actually, it's nothing. I can cure the village chief's old cold leg. On the one hand, I rely on acupuncture, and on the other hand..."

Before Wang Ye could finish speaking, Pan Jingzhuo almost startled Wang Ye: "What did you say, acupuncture? Impossible. When can acupuncture cure diseases?"
Chapter completed!