Chapter Ninety-two

  The young man was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely, and his back was drenched. When Old Tang asked him a question, he mustered up the energy to say: "I... I was helping someone move furniture, and when we were going up the stairs, the person in front of me accidentally lost their grip, and without any warning, the furniture fell... and landed on the edge of the stairs. My hand was crushed underneath, and they quickly moved the furniture away. When my hand came out, it looked like this - I think the bones inside are either broken or dislocated!"

  "Mr. Tang, look at this! What are we going to do?! Won't it be too late if we can't cure him?! He's relying on his physical strength to earn tuition fees now! What are we going to do?!" He, a big and strong man, eventually squatted down on the ground and burst into tears, "Waaahhh..."

  "Hey! Hey! Don't cry!" Tang Lao said: "I'm not very good at treating bone injuries..."

  Fang Monan understood the reason, she leaned in closer, and the young man's hand was placed on the counter. She gently pinched and massaged his hand for a while, feeling the bones inside. After a moment, Fang Monan thought carefully.

  "How about it, doll? Can you make out anything?" Tang Lao asked anxiously. Looking at her serious expression, maybe there's a way.

  "Really! Will you look at the bones?" Agnes asked eagerly.

  Fang Mo Nan hadn't even spoken yet when Agnes jumped out. Just by her tone of voice, you could tell she wasn't being kind.

  "I've only learned a little bit of it, but I'm not very proficient." Fang Mo Nan looked at her and replied politely.

  Jerry said in Chinese: "Nan Nan, don't bother with her, women with long hair and short sight are all self-centered and don't know the height of the sky or the thickness of the earth."

  "Wow! Jerry, your Chinese has improved so quickly!" Fang Mo Nan smiled and said: "Not only idioms, but also colloquialisms."

  "Hehe..." Jerry smiled and said: "You still have to take a look! Look at the two brothers crying." She had some skills, he still knew a bit about it.

  Tang Lao listened to Jerry and said: "Girl doll. You try it! Both of you are poor kids! Alas!"

  Fang Mo Nan said, "I've seen very few cases like this. Just a slight bump on the stairs, and yet... I'm curious, so I'll take a look." As she spoke, she shook her head, staring at the young man's four fingers again and again. Finally, she pinched them once more, her face occasionally revealing a puzzled expression, as if she really couldn't tell what was going on with the bones inside.

  Dashi heard their conversation, eyes filled with suspicion, even Tang Lao didn't dare to take action. Can she do it? The two brothers came to America with a gold rush dream, only to find out that reality is cruel. In order to earn tuition fees, they could only do the most bitter and exhausting work. Tang Lao was the most famous Chinese medicine doctor in Chinatown, even in the entire American Chinese community, he couldn't take action, how could this little girl who's just over 1.3 meters tall succeed?

  In people's eyes, especially in Chinese people's eyes, only older TCM doctors are better, as they have more experience.

  The injured young man also thought Fang Mo'nan was too young, no, not young, but rather that he hadn't come of age yet. With a hint of doubt in his expression, he had only heard Doctor Tang say so, and still held onto the idea of giving it a try. He didn't know what to call this girl either. So he directly said: "You're a good person, just take a look for me, my hand hurts terribly." "Hiss..." Cold sweat poured down.

  She leaned forward again, carefully feeling it. Every time she pressed with her hand, she would stop and feel for a while. Then change the angle and press again, and then go feel. After seven or eight rounds of this, she basically figured out the situation inside the bone. "I don't think the bone is broken!"

  The young man just shouted in pain, and the big mountain beside him didn't dare say anything else. Old Tang had already said to let them take a look.

  "It's already bent like this, and you say it's not broken? Being smashed like this doesn't hurt?" Agnes smoothed her hair, looking elegant as she said: "Let's go see a Western doctor instead! Take an X-ray to check!" She turned to Jerry and asked: "You're also a doctor, how do Western doctors treat bone injuries like this?"

  Fang Mo Nan looked at Agnes and thought she was crazy. Traditional Chinese medicine treats bone injuries based on a kind of tactile sensation, whether the bone is broken or not can be felt as soon as you touch it, of course, she doesn't object to taking an X-ray for observation, if the doctor's hand feeling experience is insufficient, it's better to take an X-ray, so that a more intuitive and accurate judgment can be made.

  Jerry thought for a moment and said, "Western medicine usually treats this kind of minor injury by surgery, using physical methods to put the dislocated bone back in place, and then resting for about a month, it should be fine." Jerry's words were quite affirmative, but after finishing speaking, he changed his tone and said, "Of course, the cost of surgery is not low either, I just don't know if you two..."

  Jerry didn't finish, but the meaning was obvious. "Big brother, we can't afford to see a Western doctor, where would we get so much money to see a Western doctor?" The patient spoke up first, and as soon as he mentioned money, the two brothers' faces turned green with embarrassment!

  "Xiao Shan, I'll borrow money if I have to, just to get you treated," Da Shan said, his eyes scanning the crowd, whose expressions were varied. Tang Lao added, "Treating illness is urgent, I'll lend the money."

  Agnes's originally evasive eyes, upon hearing that someone was lending money to these two people, said: "It's still better to go see a Western doctor quickly! Don't waste time here."

  "Agnes is right, let's go see a Western doctor! Surgery will be faster." Fang Mo Nan glanced at her and said seriously, "It must be surgery, and it's a major one!" He pointed to the patient's hand and said, "Four fingers are broken off cleanly, this isn't anything?"

  "What's this supposed to be?" Agnes asked in terror, staring at her.

  "The worst part is that the four fingers are fractured, and the bone on the back of the hand has been displaced. The problem is that this displacement is in a very bad location. You see, the injured area is right where the wrist connects to the nerves and blood vessels. If we operate, we'll definitely damage the nerves, and this hand will be ruined. But if we don't operate, the compression on the blood vessels will cause insufficient blood supply, and this hand will also be difficult to save. The injury will worsen and spread to the arm, which will also be hard to save. My opinion is that before the condition worsens, let's amputate it - cut off the hand. It's better to suffer a short pain than a long one!"

  As soon as this was said, everyone present was stunned, "Nan Nan, you're not mistaken, it's not that serious, is it? It's just a misplacement, right?" Jerry said.

  "Jerry, you said she could cure my illness. Look at this, it's just a minor injury without even a fracture, and she's talking about nerve damage, vascular damage, and amputation! My goodness, the patient was just hit by furniture, I don't know if he thinks he was run over by a truck!" Agnes exclaimed, "Can I trust her to treat my illness? I think I need to reconsider."

  Those two brothers were completely frightened by Fang Mernan's words at this time. They made a living by selling their labor to earn some tuition fees. Whether it was a disabled hand or a disabled arm, they could not bear it, and their studies were not yet complete. How could they go home and explain?

  Tang's eyes flickered, looking at Fang Mo Nan and then gazing at Agnes with a profound meaning. It seemed that the little girl had already made up her mind and could accurately describe his condition, which showed that she indeed had some skills, so he remained silent.

  The two brothers looked at each other hopefully, and Tang Lao hoped he could say something, even if it was just to refute Fang Mennai's statement, so that he would still have a glimmer of light and hope in his heart. As long as he didn't give up, he would continue to treat himself. But Tang Lao remained silent, and seeing this situation was like receiving devastating news. The big mountain suddenly felt weak in both legs and almost fell to the ground, while the injured young man also looked pale, with his last hope shattered.

  "I think you shouldn't take pictures anymore, Tang Lao lent them money, if it's delayed, I'm afraid the whole arm will be scrapped!" Fang Mo Nan waved his hand, "Let's go, let's go, hurry to the hospital for amputation surgery."

  The two brothers looked at each other, let out a deep sigh, and then prepared to head outside.

  Just turned around, Fang Mo Nan said: "Almost forgot, I remembered, Jerry's hospital has a person who specializes in treating this bone injury, and it's cheap, can also be discounted, do you want to try?" Afraid they wouldn't believe him, "Right? Jerry!"

  Jerry was confused by her words and saw her making eyes at him, "Right! Our hospital has..."

  This sentence is no different from a dark night with a hint of dawn, especially for that injured young man. When he heard this, he even forgot the pain in his hand, and suddenly turned around, his face filled with excitement: "I am willing..."

  Before he could finish speaking, Fang Mo Nan grabbed his injured hand and pulled it with a "crack" sound. Then there were two screams of "Ah!" and "Ah?", and the entire pharmacy hall fell silent instantly.

  Without any prior warning, everyone's mind was still lingering on how Western medicine treats bone injuries when Fang Mernan suddenly made this move, leaving everyone bewildered.

  Several people present suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and, coming back to their senses, all looked at the hand on the patient's counter.

  "My hand......"

  They saw the four fingers connect and stand up. Then, with Fang Mo Nan's pull and tug, the injured young man, with an extremely terrified expression, stood there in a daze, looking at his hand, carefully opening and closing it, repeating this several times. But suddenly he discovered that his hand didn't seem to hurt as much anymore, and his terrified expression immediately turned into one of doubt, and he exclaimed: "Huh? My hand seems to be fine..."

  "Silk!" The people present gasped in unison, no way? It's cured just like that.

  That young man curiously picked up the pen on the counter with his injured hand, turned it around, and it was quite nimble. Then he said with a surprised face: "It's okay, it's really okay, it doesn't hurt at all now." After that, he came to Fang Mo Nan's side, looked at her small stature and didn't know how to address her, so he directly expressed his gratitude: "Doctor, thank you, you're really a great person!"