Houkeng Village, adjacent to Shangdong Village, is divided by a main road.
Chen Minxue drove, taking Wan Yunting, Gu Luotang, and their group. It took them about ten minutes to reach the small square in front of the stage in Houkeng Village and park. However, the village clinic was not in Houkeng Village but in Shangdong Village!
It was more like one large village than two.
The people of Houkeng Village all had the surname Hou, while the people of Shangdong Village all had the surname Yang.
The village doctor of this clinic was named Yang Kuan, an elder in his sixties. He was also a doctor from the older generation and practiced traditional Chinese medicine!
As Chen Minxue led Wan Yunting, Gu Luotang, and their group to the clinic in Shangdong Village, Yang Kuan's home was a two-story building. Next to it stood an old, dilapidated house with two connected rooms. One room served as the doctor's consultation area, and the other was for patients to receive injections and rest.
However, Village Doctor Yang Kuan had already retired due to his age. His son, Yang Mingjie, had now taken over.
"Mingjie, is your dad here?"
Chen Minxue walked in first and asked Yang Mingjie, who was examining a villager, "Team Leader Chen, why are you here? My dad is in the back."
Yang Mingjie looked up and said to Chen Minxue, "Team Leader Chen, why are you here? My dad is in the back." He then saw Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang at the entrance and smiled, "Are these the people you mentioned from above, sent to support the work and conduct an inspection?"
"Yes."
Chen Minxue smiled and nodded, then turned to introduce Wan Yunting and the others, "This is Uncle Kuan's son, Yang Mingjie."
"Hello..."
Wan Yunting, Gu Luotang, and the others politely greeted him. Yang Mingjie also smiled and nodded, "Team Leader Chen, if you're looking for my dad, you can go to the back."
"Alright, we'll visit Uncle Kuan first, and then we'll come back to chat with you." Chen Minxue said, then led Wan Yunting and the group to an extremely old house behind them. In the courtyard, several elderly people were sitting on lounge chairs under a large jackfruit tree. They were all in their sixties and seventies.
One of them, an elderly man in a grey shirt and shorts, was slightly thin. His right leg was extended, and he was sitting on a chair, taking the pulse of another elder.
Chen Minxue and the group entered. He was still engrossed in taking the pulse. A moment later, he released his fingers and smiled, "My old friend, it's your old problem acting up again. Try not to get angry. I'll find some herbs for you later and tell your daughter-in-law to make you a bone broth. That should help."
"Oh, how can I not get angry?"
The elder said indignantly, "My kid insisted on going into aquaculture despite my warnings. Now he's lost all his capital."
Yang Kuan waved his hand and smiled. He then noticed Chen Minxue and said, "Isn't this Xiao Chen? Why have you come to my place today?"
"Uncle Kuan, you're still so robust." Chen Minxue went forward and asked with a smile.
"Haha, I can still live for another ten or eight years."
Yang Kuan laughed heartily. He looked at Wan Yunting, Gu Luotang, and their group, all wearing the same work uniforms, and asked, "Who are they?"
"Uncle Kuan, let me introduce them. They are leaders from above sent to support and help our village clinic. This is Wan Yunting, the person in charge." Chen Minxue pointed to Wan Yunting and the others and introduced them.
"Hello, Uncle Kuan."
Wan Yunting stepped forward and politely smiled at Yang Kuan.
"So you're here to support our work. Good, good, please have a seat." Yang Kuan smiled and gestured. Chen Minxue also asked everyone to sit. However, there weren't enough stools. Yang Kuan stood up, but due to a past injury to his right leg, he hobbled as he went to get stools from inside. This scene made Wan Yunting, Gu Luotang, and Qi Miaomiao confused.
"Uncle Kuan, let me help you..."
Chen Minxue immediately rushed to help move the stools.
Seeing the confused expressions on Wan Yunting's face, the other elders said, "Old Kuan, he fell while collecting herbs on the mountain years ago and injured his right leg badly."
Hearing this, Wan Yunting and the others nodded. Chen Minxue helped Yang Kuan bring out the stools. Qi Miaomiao and the others thanked him, and everyone then quietly sat down.
Wan Yunting had been observing Yang Kuan's right leg and asked, "Uncle Kuan, have you had your leg examined at a large hospital?"
Yang Kuan was surprised that the young man suddenly asked about his leg. He smiled and replied, "Of course, I have. My son took me to a county hospital before. But later, they examined it and diagnosed it as a disability, beyond medical help."
However, Wan Yunting smiled and said, "Uncle Kuan, if you don't mind, may I take a look?"
Yang Kuan paused, not quite understanding. Chen Minxue quickly said, "Uncle Kuan, don't judge him by his age. These people are all legitimate traditional Chinese medicine doctors."
"Especially Vice Chairman Wan. Yesterday, on our way here, we encountered a car accident, and he saved a child's life. His medical skills are remarkable."
"Is that so?"
Yang Kuan was surprised. He had initially thought that Wan Yunting and his group were just ordinary staff sent from above to conduct an inspection.
Wan Yunting moved a stool closer to Yang Kuan and smiled, "Come, Uncle Kuan, place your leg on mine, and I'll have a look."
Yang Kuan did not refuse. Although he heard that these young people were doctors, he still had some doubts about Wan Yunting.
But to avoid discouraging the young man, Yang Kuan smiled and used his hand to lift his right leg, which Wan Yunting caught and placed directly onto his own legs...
Gu Luotang, Huang Jingshan, and the others also gathered around. Wan Yunting placed his hands on Yang Kuan's right thigh and asked, "Uncle Kuan, do you feel anything?"
"No," Yang Kuan smiled and shook his head. Wan Yunting then continued to press his lower leg, "How about here?"
"Yes, I feel it here."
Yang Kuan nodded and smiled, "It's just that the muscles in my thigh have atrophied, which is why I walk with a limp. But I can still take care of myself."
Wan Yunting nodded, then took down his backpack and took out a set of silver needles. He smiled and said, "Uncle Kuan, do you mind if I give you an acupuncture treatment to see?"
"Silver needles?"
Yang Kuan was somewhat surprised. As a village doctor, he had also learned some traditional Chinese medicine knowledge from a TCM doctor. However, he was not very familiar with acupuncture treatments. He only understood pulse-taking and identifying medicinal herbs.
"I'll try using silver needles to see if your muscles still react," Wan Yunting said.
"Okay, please try. I've never had acupuncture before," Yang Kuan said with a smile.
Wan Yunting also smiled, then selected a ten-inch long silver needle. He pressed a very stiff muscle on Yang Kuan's thigh with his left hand and slowly inserted the silver needle, asking with each inch of insertion, "Do you feel anything?"
"No..." Yang Kuan shook his head.
He inserted another inch and asked, "Do you feel anything?"
"No..."
He inserted another inch, and Wan Yunting asked, "Do you feel anything?"
"No..."
After inserting six inches consecutively, Yang Kuan's thigh muscles suddenly contracted a few times, startling him. He quickly nodded, "Yes, now I do. A tingling sensation."
Wan Yunting then withdrew the silver needle and smiled, "Uncle Kuan, your leg can still be saved!"
Yang Kuan's old face was stunned. Chen Minxue and the other elders were also surprised. "Uncle Kuan's leg can be cured?"
"Yes."
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled, "Actually, it's just that the tendons in his thigh have hardened, and the blood vessels are not smooth, which has led to muscle atrophy. So, with frequent stimulation from silver needles and combined with Chinese herbal treatment, it can be cured."
"Young man, don't try to trick us. Can Old Kuan's leg really be cured?" The elderly villagers, who were all Yang Kuan's old friends, asked incredulously.
"Yes, it can."
Wan Yunting nodded with a smile, his expression serious.
At this point, Yang Kuan's heart was filled with excitement. Although he was at this age, and whether his leg was cured or not was no longer of great importance, ever since his leg became disabled, Yang Kuan had always harbored the fantasy of one day being able to stand up normally again before entering his coffin...
"Dad, Dad, hurry! Aunt Cui Lan has fainted!"
Suddenly, Yang Mingjie's anxious shouts came from the clinic above, startling everyone. Yang Kuan immediately pulled his right leg off Wan Yunting's legs, got up, and shouted back, "How did she faint...?"
"Let's go see..."
Chen Minxue, Wan Yunting, and the others also quickly got up and followed the limping Yang Kuan back to the clinic above...