Luo Ziling, from the old man's hearty laughter and the softened look in his eyes, felt a surge of trust and pride. Squatting down beside the elder, he spoke in an extremely sincere tone, "I'll examine you first and then consider what treatment plan to use."

"Good!" The old man agreed without hesitation.

"Let's go back to your room," Luo Ziling suggested quietly.

"Carry me back to my room," the old man agreed without any hesitation to Luo Ziling's request, allowing two dedicated nurses to carry him back to his room.

Lin Lan quickly stepped forward to help, and Luo Ziling naturally felt embarrassed to just stand by in front of several women.

So, together, they carried the old man to a room on the first floor.

The room on the first floor was spacious, with a living room, a study, and a bedroom, likely the old man's usual residence.

Luo Ziling believed that since the old man had lost the ability to move, it was inconvenient to live upstairs, so he had to be arranged on the first floor.

The old man's dwelling was not luxurious—in fact, it could even be described as simple—which reflected the old man's lifestyle.

Once they had moved the old man into the house and onto the large wooden bed, Luo Ziling instructed them to open the elder's clothes and pull up his baggy pants.

The two nurses skillfully undressed the old man and pulled up his pants, and Luo Ziling drew in a sharp breath of cold air.

On the elder's body were countless scars, as if someone had randomly hacked at him with a knife.

Seeing the scars on the old man's body, Luo Ziling couldn't help but think of Lin Lan's body, which also bore many scars.

What on earth had happened to these people? Why did they have so many scars? Were they often in combat?

Luo Ziling quickly believed his own conjecture, especially since Lin Lan had a gun in her hand when she was injured, as well as the gunshot wounds on her body.

But he was somewhat puzzled—how could there be so many battles in peacetime?

"Scared?" Seeing Luo Ziling staring at the scars on his body, dumbfounded, the old man laughed heartily again, "I don't know if you've heard, but scars are a soldier's greatest honor. They are the pride of us military men, the honor of a lifetime."

Luo Ziling pursed his lips twice, but ultimately said nothing.

He completely disagreed with the old man's words. How could scars be considered a soldier's honor?

For a beautiful woman like Lin Lan, with so many scars on her body, what was there to be proud of?

A woman should have smooth skin and a healthy body. With scars all over her body, how could she dress in summer without terrifying people?

Luo Ziling also believed that even in summer, Lin Lan wouldn't wear short sleeves or skirts because she had scars on her arms, chest, and back, some of which were quite frightening. He thought again about the idea of completely removing Lin Lan's scars—such a beautiful woman, with so many scars, it hurt just to think about it, let alone see it.

He would talk to Lin Lan about it later and ask if she wanted treatment.

After a careful examination, Luo Ziling came to a preliminary conclusion.

"It appears to be the after-effects of past poisoning and multiple severe injuries that were not treated in time or were treated inadequately. Nerve and muscle tissue damage, with the poison impairing nerve conduction, led to movement difficulties and gradual muscle atrophy, ultimately resulting in the current inability to move your hands and feet," he informed the old man and Lin Lan, who was waiting on the side, of his diagnosis.

"Not too different from what other doctors have found," the old man praised Luo Ziling, "You didn't use modern equipment and were able to discover the cause of the illness just by looking, listening, asking, and feeling. You are more skilled than they are."

"Can it be treated?" Lin Lan whispered.

She had forgotten the instructions she had given Luo Ziling before coming, asking him to speak less.

"I cannot guarantee it, I can only do my best," said Luo Ziling. Although he had a preliminary treatment plan and was somewhat confident, he dared not make any promises.

Unexpected things often happen in medicine.

He did not want to boast and then fail to deliver, only to be looked down upon by Lin Lan and then punished by the old man and his subordinates.

They were a group of insane military personnel, and he was afraid of them.

"I know you have some confidence, or else you wouldn't have said that," the old man laughed, as if he understood Luo Ziling's thoughts, "Just go ahead with the treatment. Even if it ultimately fails, I won't blame you, nor will I allow them to blame you."

The old man's words completely put Luo Ziling's mind at ease.

"I will definitely do my utmost," he reassured and then offered the old man some encouragement, "Your attitude is very positive, which is an important condition for recovery; besides, you are now willing to cooperate with the treatment and trying to ease my psychological burden and reduce my worries, which is even more beneficial for the treatment. If I had only ten percent confidence in the treatment before, now I have at least twenty percent."

"So when do we start the treatment?" Lin Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Luo Ziling's words.

The communication between the old and the young was harmonious, something unprecedented.

In the past, when doctors came to treat the leader, things always went unpleasantly.

The doctors were always trembling with anxiety, intimidated by the leader's authority; they dared not speak and were cautious in their actions, not daring to take any hasty measures. The leader was also hot-tempered, often cursing at the slightest provocation, causing several medical experts' blood pressure to rise and faint at the treatment site. Eventually, the leader grew tired of treatment, and whenever a doctor came to examine him, he would rudely refuse.

Lin Lan had dared to suggest Luo Ziling to help with the treatment, originally without much confidence or certainty, but now she knew her bold proposal was very wise. There was now hope for curing the leader's illness.

Of course, it was just hope.

"I will start the treatment now," Luo Ziling had two attendants wipe the old man's body with wet water while he prepared for the treatment.

Acupuncture, massage, and the combination of medications were the indisputable choice for treating such conditions. Luo Ziling decided to begin with acupuncture, which he was good at.

After having Lin Lan prepare alcohol, warm water, and a cloth for wiping hands, Luo Ziling took out his silver needles.

The silver needles he used for acupuncture were specially made by his grandfather and were quite different from those used by ordinary Chinese medicine practitioners, especially in terms of length and resilience. Some special substances had also been mixed into the needles during their fabrication.

As for what substances had been added, Luo Ziling did not know; that was his grandfather's secret.

After sterilizing the silver needles with alcohol, Luo Ziling moistened his hands with warm water, dried them, and then began gently pinching the old man's knee area.

After a while of massage, the skin in that area became slightly reddish and not as dry and wrinkled as before. Luo Ziling picked up a silver needle and swiftly inserted it into the old man's knee joint with lightning speed.

Luo Ziling's speed with the needle was so fast that it even surprised Lin Lan, who was known for her own speed.

This kid's skills definitely weren't simple.

It seemed that his medical skills weren't simple either; he might really bring everyone a pleasant surprise.

Thinking this, Lin Lan couldn't help but feel joy in her heart.

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