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Chapter 175 Young Wang Zhanpeng

The boy looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. Judging from his clothes, his family was probably well-off, but he was very thin and had very pale skin, which was unnaturally pale.

Ye Nuan first removed the stethoscope from her neck and, after confirming that the boy's cardiopulmonary function was normal, glanced into the room and asked, "Director Su, could a few family members leave?"

Director Su didn't speak, but instead looked at the family members standing to the side.

After the group discussed it for a while, two men and one woman left.

Even so, there was an elderly gentleman and two middle-aged men in the consultation room.

There was a bed in the examination room. Ye Nuan pulled back the curtain and gestured, "Which comrade would like to carry him to the bed?"

The old man remained seated without moving, holding a rather exquisite-looking cane.

After the boy was carried to the hospital bed, Ye Nuan carefully rolled up his trouser leg. During this time, a family member wanted to help, but Ye Nuan stopped him.

The boy's legs were very thin, and judging from the appearance, the muscles were not in good condition.

Clearly, the boy's leg ailment had been present for some time.

Ye Nuan took off the other person's shoes and socks and asked softly, "What's your name?"

The boy, who had been half-dead, seemed to have been slightly shaken, and said in a soft voice, "Wang Zhanpeng."

Ye Nuan nodded and smiled, "It's a very nice-sounding and meaningful name."

The grayness in Wang Zhanpeng's eyes deepened: "What's the use of a meaningful name? I can't even stand up. I've been to so many hospitals, and they still can't find the cause of my illness. I'm just a useless piece of trash!"

Ye Nuan didn't speak, but only glanced at the boy's face.

The other three family members were clearly agitated, but because Director Su shook his head at them, they wisely remained silent.

Ye Nuan went around to the foot of the bed.

"Wang Zhanpeng, can your feet feel my touch?"

Ye Nuan simply placed her hand on the sole of his foot and did nothing else.

Wang Zhanpeng nodded, then shook his head.

"Not sure."

"Okay, so what about now?"

Ye Nuan immediately started squeezing his big toe.

"You're touching my big toe."

It was clearly pinched; a normal person would probably feel pain by now.

The boy in front of them only said that he felt someone touching him.

This shows that there is indeed a big problem.

"Okay, so now what about your calves?"

The boy seemed to be trying to sense something, but in the end he shook his head.

Ye Nuan maintained a consistent expression throughout, always wearing a faint smile, and her choice of words and techniques were highly professional, leaving no room for criticism.

"Alright, now I'm going to try your thigh. Do you think it's okay?"

The young man nodded.

Since things have come to this, let's try anything, even if it's a long shot!

After a thorough inspection, about ten minutes had passed, and the people waiting outside were clearly starting to get anxious.

They never expected that the doctor recommended by Grandpa Zhang would be such a young one.

They had doubts.

But Zhang Shiqing is indeed able to walk now, and he has already begun to engage in military affairs. It is clear that Zhang Shiqing will soon be back at his post.

Therefore, this Dr. Ye Nuan must be truly skilled.

After the examination, Ye Nuan asked her senior sister to get a blanket to cover him up first, and then went to a corner to wash her hands with soap.

This made the Wang family members frown slightly. Did they look down on their child?

Wang Zhanpeng was lying down, but he could still see Ye Nuan's movements. He didn't feel uncomfortable, after all, she had just touched his foot.

After Ye Nuan washed her hands, she asked Director Su to disinfect them with alcohol again.

This made the middle-aged man standing nearby unable to bear it any longer.

"Director Su, is this the attitude of the doctors here? My son just can't stand up, it's not like he has any infectious disease. Is it really necessary to do all this handwashing and disinfection?"

Director Su was stumped by the question, and Ye Nuan was also taken aback, but she reacted relatively quickly.

"Comrade, you've misunderstood. I need to disinfect because I'm going to try acupuncture on the patient again in a little while. Do you expect me to start inserting the needles without any precautions?"

Wang Kun was speechless.

Old Master Wang, who had been sitting there, coughed and said, "Young comrade, we've seen acupuncture before, but do you always do it this way?"

"Of course not. This patient's situation is special, and this is a clinic where we see a large number of patients every day. We can't guarantee that there are no germs here. Moreover, this patient's health is not very good. His resistance is very poor. If I'm not mistaken, does he often catch colds and fevers?"

Wang Kun became excited: "Yes, yes, that's right! Dr. Ye, you're simply a god!"

Ye Nuan shook her head: "It's not that I'm a genius, but I can tell just from his pulse. His condition isn't very good right now, which is why I suggested we have fewer people here."

Ye Nuan took out her silver needle kit and began to insert the needles.

The left leg was tested first, mainly because Ye Nuan needed to determine if it would work.

These silver needles were specially soaked in spiritual juice by Ye Nuan.

If it works, then try the right leg; if it doesn't work, then you'll have to think of other methods.

"Ouch, that hurts a little!"

Ye Nuan raised an eyebrow, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes: "Have you explained clearly what kind of pain you're experiencing?"

"Uh, it's like being stung by something, a sharp pain that doesn't last long."

Ye Nuan nodded, then began fiddling with a needle in his left leg, asking as she did so, "And now?"

"Ouch, that hurt for a while! Ouch! It hurts so much, can't you be a little gentler?"

Ye Nuan smiled: "It's a good thing you're feeling pain. It means your leg can still be saved. Do you still want me to go easy on you?"

Wang Zhanpeng's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and his little face flushed with excitement.

"No, no, please feel free!"

To be honest, Wang Zhanpeng hasn't felt any pain in his leg for two years now, and he actually misses it a bit.

Seeing this, Grandpa Wang couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up, leaning on his cane, and peered inside with longing eyes.

Wang Kun was equally excited, craning his neck. If Ye Nuan hadn't told them not to come over, he might have pounced on them right now.

"Okay, now tell me, does this spot hurt?"

Ye Nuan was fiddling with a silver needle at his knee joint.

Wang Zhanpeng carefully felt the sensation, first shaking his head, but as Ye Nuan inserted the silver needles deeper and deeper, Wang Zhanpeng's expression changed.

"It seems like there might be a little bit, but I can't be sure."

"Okay, I'll try again."

This time, Ye Nuan acted swiftly and decisively, hitting the target directly in one step, making the pain particularly intense.