Jiang Ning opened his eyes and looked at Old Man Qin. "Don't worry, Grandpa Qin, you're not seriously ill. Just relax."
"Grandpa Qin, does your right hand often tremble, and do you sometimes feel a sourness in your jaw?"
"Yes! My hand is always shaking, so I haven't practiced calligraphy much this year. And, my jaw does feel sour; I thought it was because of my dentures."
At this moment, Old Man Qin was frightened by Jiang Ning's accurate diagnosis, thinking he had a serious illness.
"It's nothing, Grandpa Qin, you don't have a major illness, just some minor symptoms. Grandpa Qin, Uncle Qin, do you trust me?"
"In half an hour, I can make Grandpa Qin's legs move freely."
"But I have to state beforehand that I don't have a medical license," Jiang Ning said with a wry smile.
"Really? Can you make my dad mobile again?"
Qin Shuhan asked, surprised and expectant.
"Yes. With half an hour of acupuncture, Grandpa Qin will be able to walk around freely as usual, without needing anyone's support," Jiang Ning said confidently.
Qin Shuhan looked at Old Man Qin, seeking his opinion: "Dad, what do you think?"
"I trust Jiang Ning. Let him try. He could tell my condition just by taking my pulse.
Jiang Ning is more capable than those with medical licenses.
Shuhan, get a medical license for Jiang Ning some other day, you hear?"
"Yes, I'll have someone take care of it tomorrow. Jiang Ning, I'm counting on you with my father's legs."
Qin Shuhan's emotions were mixed at this moment, both nervous and excited.
On the one hand, Jiang Ning didn't have a medical license, and his father's legs weren't very mobile.
But he could still walk with assistance, and the eighty-year-old birthday banquet was fast approaching.
Whether Jiang Ning could actually do it was still unknown.
On the other hand, he was happy because his father's legs hadn't been cured even after visiting many high-level hospitals.
He had already lost hope, but he never expected Jiang Ning to say he could make his father move freely in half an hour.
This was practically a miracle doctor, and if his father could move around easily...
Not only would many political figures attend his eightieth birthday, including the powerful figures his father knew in Kyoto, but his father could handle it all with ease.
Old Man Qin, Qin Shuhan, Su Yunlong, and Jiang Ning entered the guest room.
Old Man Qin lay on the bed, removing his pants.
Jiang Ning began to apply needles to Old Man Qin's legs, inserting nineteen needles into each.
The needles were densely packed on his calves and thighs.
Su Yunlong was very nervous at this moment, afraid that Jiang Ning would make a mistake.
Originally, with someone's help, Old Man Qin could still walk. He was worried that Jiang Ning's actions would backfire, and Old Man Qin would end up in a wheelchair.
His forehead was sweating, and his nervousness was no less than Qin Shuhan's.
Jiang Ning's every needle was inserted at the locations where Old Man Qin's blood vessels were blocked.
When people get old, their blood becomes viscous and easily gets blocked.
Accumulated over time, the blockages increase, forming dead blood.
Then, walking becomes difficult.
Now, Jiang Ning was at the Martial Arts Grandmaster level, naturally possessing Internal Energy.
He flicked the needles at the severely blocked areas.
With the guidance of Internal Energy.
Soon, that dead blood flowed out drop by drop along the needles, releasing a dark red color.
"Wh-what, Jiang Ning, what are you doing?"
Seeing the silver needles bleeding, Su Yunlong asked nervously, thinking Jiang Ning had made a mistake.
Because he had never seen a patient bleed during acupuncture, and not just a drop, but drop after drop.
"Dad, don't be nervous. That's all stagnant blood. There will be more soon.
Only after expelling all this stagnant blood will Grandpa Qin be able to recover completely. He might even be more agile than before."
Jiang Ning explained without looking up.
"In short, your Grandpa Qin's legs cannot have any problems, you better be careful."
Su Yunlong warned, full of worry.
Qin Shuhan and the others, as outsiders, couldn't say much. However, he wouldn't indulge Jiang Ning.
"Don't worry, Dad, I know what I'm doing."
Jiang Ning was very helpless. If others saw this, they'd have the same thought as Su Yunlong.
This was similar to a typical blood transfusion, no, it should be called bloodletting, except what was being drawn out was stagnant blood, dead blood clots.
As Jiang Ning had said before, after half an hour.
Jiang Ning pulled out all the silver needles.
He wiped away the thick, black-red stagnant blood on Old Man Qin's leg with a tissue.
"Alright, Grandpa Qin, you can get up and put your pants on. The needling is finished," Jiang Ning said as he wiped the silver needles.
Old Man Qin got up and started walking. "Good, good, hey, Jiang Ning, I, I can really walk."
"Shuhan, get out of the way and let me walk on my own."
Old Man Qin felt his legs were strong, unlike before when they were weak.
He pushed away his son, Qin Shuhan, who was supporting him, and walked back and forth in the bedroom of the guest room.
"Haha, Jiang Ning, you really are a miracle doctor. My legs are much more nimble now,"
Old Man Qin said happily.
"Grandpa Qin, I'll write you a prescription later.
You must drink one dose of medicine every day within a week to ensure your legs are fully recovered and the previous symptoms do not reappear."
Jiang Ning thought for a moment, still choosing to conceal some information before speaking.
"Alright, alright, alright, Shuhan, you stay here and get the prescription to buy the medicine for me later.
I'm going to Old Man Yang next door right now. I'm going to give him a big surprise.
I'm going to play chess with him, too. Yunlong, you chat with Shuhan for a bit. I'm off."
Old Man Qin was in a great mood now that he could walk.
"Dad, do you really not need anyone to help you?"
Qin Shuhan was still worried, asking.
"Don't worry, your old man's legs are as nimble as a young man's now, I don't need any help."
Old Man Qin said happily and turned to leave.
Seeing his father had already left.
Qin Shuhan then looked at Jiang Ning. "Jiang Ning, you can tell me the truth now. What exactly is wrong with my father?"
He believed that the symptoms Jiang Ning had mentioned earlier were definitely unrelated to his leg problems.
"This..."
Jiang Ning hesitated and looked at Su Yunlong, asking for his opinion on whether to speak.
Su Yunlong nodded. "Jiang Ning, don't worry. Now that your Grandpa Qin isn't here, just speak the truth."
Jiang Ning hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle Qin, this is a typical pre-stroke symptom for Grandpa Qin. If I'm not mistaken, it will manifest in less than ten days."
"What? A Stroke? Jiang Ning, can you treat it? No, I have to take my father to the hospital."
Qin Shuhan was instantly worried when he heard "Stroke."
"Uncle Qin, don't worry. Old Master Qin's Stroke is quite special; the hospital won't be able to diagnose it.
If you trust me, Uncle Qin, the prescription I'll write later is a traditional Chinese medicine for treating Old Master Qin's Stroke."
"So, Jiang Ning, the prescription you gave me, which should be taken daily for a week, wasn't actually for the leg injury, but for treating the Stroke?" Qin Shuhan asked, unsure.
Jiang Ning nodded. "Yes. The blood clots and dead blood in Old Master Qin's leg have already been cleared. He doesn't need to take any more medicine for his leg.
The herbal medicine I'll prescribe later is for treating Old Master Qin's Stroke, and barring any accidents,
after a week, Old Master Qin will be able to sleep normally again, his hands won't shake, and his jaw won't ache."
"It's just that I don't have a medical license, Uncle Qin, as you know.
If something goes wrong, I'll be in trouble.
Considering the relationships between Grandpa Qin, you, and my father-in-law, I'll help.
I can't guarantee it'll be one hundred percent problem-free, but I can say I'm ninety percent confident.
The final decision is still up to you, Uncle Qin."
Qin Shuhan naturally understood Jiang Ning's concerns, "Don't worry, Jiang Ning, everyone can see your medical skills.
I choose to believe in you. If my father's leg can be healed today, and if the Stroke can be cured, the Qin Family will owe you a favor."
"Shuhan, given the relationship between our two families, don't be so formal."
Su Yunlong spoke at this moment.
He naturally knew what this favor meant.
Especially in this circle of the upper class, favors were often valued more than anything else.
Money was easy to repay, but a debt of a favor was not so easily settled.
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