"Uncle Wang, you have a cold leg. In addition, you have not paid attention to keeping warm during the recent cooling down. The wind and cold have penetrated into the seams of your bones. I will prescribe you two pairs of Chinese medicine and two more injections. I will ensure that you can walk in the ground in three days, and you can run faster than your little grandson!"
Lu Chen was sitting behind an old wooden table in a community clinic, holding a silver needle in his hand. He was very skillful in his technique. He spoke with a touch of casual ridicule, without any airs of a doctor at all. He was wearing a blue work jacket that had been washed white, and the cuffs were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a shallow scar on his forearm, which could not be noticed without looking carefully.
The clinic is not big, only about ten square meters, and the walls are peeling off. There are a few yellowed hygiene posters on the walls, and there are a few cardboard boxes filled with traditional Chinese medicine piled in the corner. There is a faint smell of medicine in the air, mixed with the aroma of fried dough sticks coming in from the window, and a smell of smoke.
