"Peng Yan, Peng Yan, what are you standing there for? Grab the medicine!"
"Oh, oh, what medicine?"
"Circulation Revival Tonic."
"Got it."
"Why did you zone out just now?"
"You... never mind, we'll talk after work."
Peng Yan was full of questions, but he knew the occasion well, understanding that this was not the time for chatting.
Lu Jiu smiled and didn't press further.
After finishing the acupuncture for Wang Li, he called the next patient.
However, this patient was quite special; his left sleeve lacked a hand.
"How should I address you?" Lu Jiu asked.
"Lv Lihao," the man said.
"Where do you feel discomfort?" Lu Jiu asked.
"Since my hand was amputated, it's been unbearably painful, and no medicine helps. Especially at midnight, the pain is so severe that I can't sleep," Lv Lihao said.
"Phantom limb pain?"
Lu Jiu glanced at Lv Lihao's left sleeve.
In fact, in traditional Chinese medicine theory, there is no such disease name.
