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Old Man Jiang had been suffering from his lipoma for eight years, and he empathized with the girl named Lu Anqi. "Xiao Lin, sigh, at such a young age... Is there any way? Please help her!"
In this situation, I couldn't refuse. Given the current circumstances, even expressing my helplessness could hurt the people in front of me. — But this was NP Dermatitis, a medical conundrum that, while not fatal, posed significant challenges!
After some thought, I asked in a low voice, "Has she undergone treatment with immunosuppressants?"
Jiang Qiuying replied, "It's not just hormone therapy; she's tried lasers and even folk remedies like applying wheat straw oil and kerosene. In the end, it all resulted in the same outcome: nothing works!"
I checked the time and said, "First, tell her to avoid cold, greasy, and hard-to-digest foods like milk and seafood. I'll consider a prescription for her to try later. I can't promise a complete cure right now, but we should be able to manage it."
Jiang Qiuying was almost in tears of joy. "As long as we can manage it! If it's on her legs, she can just avoid wearing short skirts; if it's on her body, others won't see it! It's not just her who's upset; her parents have consulted even overseas experts and are nearly frantic."
As I prepared to leave, Jiang Qiuying pulled out her phone. "Teacher Kobayashi, I forgot to save your number after you helped me find my wallet last time..."
After exchanging contact information with Jiang Qiuying, Mr. Zhao decided to stay behind to play chess with Elder Jiang while arranging for driver Brother Qin to take me home.
Deputy Director Jiang hadn't returned home yet. Madam Jiang and the nanny loaded some supplements into the trunk without hesitation. "Take these home for your grandparents and parents..."
I felt more at ease than when I received that envelope last time; perhaps this time there was more warmth in it.
In the following days, whenever there was business at the Funeral Home, he worked diligently with Brother Biao. When things were slow, he repeatedly pondered over the medical texts he had studied regarding NP Dermatitis.
During this time, Jiang Qiuying sent him several WeChat messages. Although they were just greetings and casual chats, I knew she was getting anxious.
But some things couldn't be rushed.
Half a month later, I finally had a plan in mind and asked my boss for leave. "Mr. Zhao said..."
The usually frugal Boss Zhao seemed to understand intuitively: "I know, I know! Go ahead!"
I called Jiang Qiuying. As soon as she heard there was progress, she exclaimed on the other end of the line: "Teacher Kobayashi, you're the best! Love you!"
She added urgently, "Stay at your company; I'm coming to pick you up right away!"
In less than ten minutes, a police car without sirens but flashing red and blue lights stopped at the company's entrance. Jiang Qiuying got out from the back seat.
Then another young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses got out from the passenger seat.
Just as Jiang Qiuying was about to introduce him, the young man extended his hand first: "Xiao Lin Brothers, thank you for your trouble!"
Before I could respond, Boss Chen rushed out to speak: "Not a problem; Mr. Zhao has already briefed me..."
The car took off, speeding down the road, but not a single person checked for speeding. At every intersection, the traffic police stood at attention, saluting. This chubby-faced girl seemed to have an unusual identity!
Jiangcheng is the capital of Jiangbei Province, with most provincial agencies located in the East District and all municipal agencies in the West District.
The police car turned into a residential compound that had no sign at the entrance. Instead of security guards, there were actual armed police on duty. The vehicle stopped in front of a two-story standalone building. The man with gold-rimmed glasses got out first and said, “Xiao Lin Brothers, please follow me!” Jiang Qiuying followed him out.
The man pressed the doorbell, and after a moment, the building's door opened silently. In the foyer stood a woman who appeared to be about the same age as Madam Jiang, but her demeanor and physique were in stark contrast to Madam Jiang's.
First of all, she was overweight; she probably weighed as much as two Madam Jiangs combined. Then there was her appearance—her round face was filled with excess flesh, her neck was alarmingly thick, and her small eyes were shaped like triangles and carried a fierce glare. Her figure resembled what one might describe in a comedy sketch as a "gas can come to life."
The man with gold-rimmed glasses seemed quite intimidated by this woman: “Auntie!”
The "gas can" scrutinized me for a moment before snorting through her nose: “If this little brat can cure diseases, then I’ll take the surname Lu!” She completely ignored Jiang Qiuying’s awkwardness beside her.
Chubby Lu Jiaqi came down from upstairs, complaining softly, “Mom, why don’t you invite our guest inside?”
The "gas can" instantly transformed her frown into a bright smile: “I just wanted to have a word with Qiuying first…”
I was young and impulsive, ready to turn and leave when I caught Jiang Qiuying's pleading gaze. I held back my urge and silently followed the man with gold-rimmed glasses upstairs.
Chubby Lu Jiaqi lowered her voice apologetically: “Don’t mind my mom… Brother Zhao went to pick up my dad; he’ll be back soon.”
I didn’t want to linger: “Let me take a look at your leg first.”
The man filled cups with water from the water dispenser while Lu Jiaqi rolled up her wide pant legs. Near her knee, there were three patches of white skin about the size of teacups, noticeably thick when touched.
I gestured for Lu Jiaqi to lower her pants: “I’ll write you a prescription first. Follow it for half a month and then we’ll observe the situation…”
The "gas can" came upstairs as well and interjected: “Our little Qi has taken plenty of Chinese medicine; it’s not only bitter but hasn’t shown any results…”
I paused my writing: “Did those Chinese medicines show any short-term effects?”
Both the mother and daughter nodded simultaneously.
I continued asking: “Short-term effects that quickly relapse and become even more severe?”
Their heads bobbed up and down like chickens pecking at grains.
As I began writing again, I explained: “That’s because those who prescribe medicine only know how to clear heat and detoxify without considering where this heat comes from or what kind of poison it is. They simply suppress this so-called heat and poison with bitter cold medicines. This is merely a counteracting therapy—it doesn’t address the root cause and is unscientific.”
"The scientific approach to treatment should follow the natural flow, aligning with the body's instinct to expel illness, helping it to eliminate pathogens rather than working against it and suppressing the process!"
Then I asked Lu Anqi, "Do you often suffer from constipation?"
Lu Anqi nodded vigorously.
At that moment, whether they understood or not, the two women had already developed a significant trust in me.
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