"Anemic? Hereditary?"
At the door, Lin Bingyan muttered to herself and then shook her head, "Thalassemia, right? How could it possibly be cured!"
By then, I had already treated the student's wound on his hand and was waiting for him to lie down. After he took off his shirt, I began to insert needles into his back.
"Doctor, my disease..."
The male student was a bit confused, but seeing the teachers by his side, he kept quiet.
"How are you feeling now, student?"
After inserting about a dozen needles, I asked.
"I feel a bit hot all over!" he said quietly.
"Good! Just relax," I continued inserting needles and gently twisted them. For hereditary anemia like his, which is a congenital deficiency, acupuncture could still be a treatment.
The old man had taught me a lot, and the most formidable skill was this acupuncture technique!
