Taking his pulse in a restaurant was a little odd, but there was nowhere more suitable.
After carefully taking his pulse, Song Ning said, "Your legs were exposed to cold for a long time. Whenever it's damp or rainy, they ache and swell unbearably. You have trouble walking now because the pain makes you afraid to put weight on your foot, right?"
"Yes, exactly! You've got it exactly right! It's an old problem from years ago, and it flares up whenever the weather changes! It's better when the weather stays clear, but I still can't do heavy work! Comrade Song, I've already been demobilized, and I have a wife and children at home. I don't mind having a limp, but not being able to work is killing me! I have a family to feed!"
Song Ning nodded and told him, "Roll up your trouser leg and let me have a look."
Tian Yong looked a little embarrassed.
Old Zhang urged him from the side, "Think of Comrade Song as a doctor! How's a doctor supposed to treat your leg without looking at it?"
Song Ning examined Tian Yong's leg carefully, pressing it with her fingers and asking him to point out the spots that hurt most. Then she said with confidence:
"It's treatable! I'll write you two prescriptions. Take the medicine exactly as directed when you get home. Take the first prescription for a full month, and the aching and swelling should ease. Then switch to the second prescription for another month. I guarantee you'll be able to do heavy work! Once the pain eases, your limp won't be nearly so noticeable either. But curing it completely would be a little more complicated..."
To cure it completely, she would have to add acupuncture.
But she would not be staying in