Street guy, what's wrong with having too many first-class merits?

On the way home, Cui Jue happened to pass by a Chinese medicine store and spent 50 yuan to buy a box of silver needles before rushing home.

When he got home, Cui Jue did not see his mother, but only his father was at home.

Cui Dingguo was also a little surprised when he saw Cui Jue suddenly come back. Cui Dingguo also knew that Cui Jue was handling a big case recently.

Moreover, Li An came once two days ago and revealed a little information to him. Zhang Meng and others from Donghe Police Station were even transferred to the Municipal Bureau to help.

Now Cui Jue is back, which also means that the case has been solved. As a former old policeman, he naturally knows the dangers of drug trafficking and drug manufacturing cases.

Now seeing Cui Jue come back in one piece, he stood up and wanted to walk towards Cui Jue.

Seeing this, Cui Jue hurried forward and helped Cui Dingguo sit on the chair.

Originally, he was happy to see his son, but now he even had such difficulty standing up.

It was not because there was anything wrong with Cui Dingguo's legs, but because the knife that the criminal stabbed Cui Dingguo with did not pierce his heart.

But the tip of the knife scraped a corner of his heart, and because of the medical conditions at the time, Cui Dingguo also had a root cause of the disease.

The heart valve is fragile. If the heartbeat accelerates during strenuous exercise, the heart valve is not enough to withstand this kind of beating. This is why Cui's father needs to sit in a wheelchair, or even needs someone to support him when walking.

Looking at his father's appearance, Cui Jue also understood what he was thinking. For so many years, Cui Jue also knew that his father had been blaming himself for this illness.

Cui's mother and Cui Jue have been working outside for these years, and Cui Dingguo feels that he is a burden to them.

If he didn't have to spend more money to stabilize his condition, Cui Dingguo would have planned to end it all.

"Dad, I met an old Chinese doctor recently. He taught me a lot of skills. How about I try and show you."

Cui Dingguo waved his hand: "What are you looking at? I know what my condition is like. As long as I don't do strenuous exercise, there will be no problem."

"Dad, let me try it. It's just a look. It won't be a big deal."

Looking at Cui Jue's serious expression, he thought that what he said was right. It's okay to take a look. Cui Jue is his son and he won't hurt him.

After taking a look at Cui Jue, he said: "You don't even have a stethoscope. What do you use to see?"

"Dad, I met a Chinese doctor. He doesn't need a stethoscope. He looks, smells, asks and feels. You just need to stretch your hand over."

Cui's father also cooperated with Cui Jue to stretch out his hand. Looking at Cui's father's dry hand, there were a lot of white hairs on his black hair.

Cui Jue didn't say anything. Now it was most important to check Cui's father's heart. As for the minor problem of white hair, Cui Jue made some secret Chinese medicine ointment and applied it.

Putting his hand on Cui Dingguo's wrist, Cui Jue quietly felt the pulse. After a while, Cui Jue frowned.

Then he found a paper cup from the kitchen, put it on Cui Dingguo's chest and listened carefully.

Seeing Cui Jue like this, Cui Dingguo felt that it was nothing, but suddenly became a little nervous.

"Son, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Cui Jue knew that it was his expression just now that made his father worried: "Nothing, just some minor problems, it will be fine after a rest."

But Cui Dingguo definitely didn't believe what Cui Jue said: "Xiao Jue, tell me anything, Dad has experienced all kinds of storms in his life, nothing is a problem."

Cui Jue also thought it would be better to tell his father about the problem he found. After all, it was not a big problem. He just took a little trouble.

"Dad, it's not a big problem. There is just a blood clot near the heart that blocks the blood vessels. It was because of this blood clot that the heart has not recovered itself before."

When Cui's father had a physical examination before, it was also found that there was blood clot near the heart, but the doctor said it was not a big deal.

In addition, the blood clot happened to be near the heart valve. If the operation was performed rashly, it is very likely that Cui's father would fall on the operating table. However, there are still doctors in Chuncheng who have medical skills in this area.

Now Cui Jue used the method of traditional Chinese medicine to diagnose himself and found that the blood clot had actually been affecting Cui Dingguo's heart.

"Dad, I learned a few acupuncture techniques from that Chinese medicine doctor. How about you let me

Let's try again. I'll clear the blood clot and it will be fine."

After hearing this, Cui's father hurriedly shook his head. Even if he was his own son, he couldn't let a policeman think that he could practice on him after learning Chinese medicine for two days.

And the more Cui's father resisted, the more Cui Jue thought that his father's problem could not be delayed any longer and must be solved as soon as possible.

The sooner the blood clots were cleared, the sooner his father could recover.

Although Cui's father tried his best to dodge, the sofa was so small, and he didn't dare to do strenuous exercise, so Cui Jue finally caught his palm.

After pressing the area below the little finger, Cui Dingguo felt like he was pricked by a needle, and the whole person almost curled up into a ball.

Seeing this, Cui Jue was also anxious. He quickly let go of his hand, which made him realize that his father's problem had become more serious.

"Dad, I just pressed the reflex area of ​​your heart. Because of the blood stasis, it is now very serious."

After hearing his son's words, Cui Dingguo himself felt that his heart was getting more and more uncomfortable recently.

While Cui Dingguo was still thinking, Cui Jue took out the box of silver needles from his pocket.

Seeing that his son seemed to be serious this time, he stopped resisting. After all, as Cui Jue said, if he continued now, he would probably become like before.

He didn't want to be a burden to Cui Jue and his son, so he asked Cui Jue: "Son, do you really know acupuncture? ”

Seeing that Cui's father showed signs of relenting, Cui Jue nodded with certainty: "Dad, don't worry, there will be no problem. I have spent a lot of time studying with that old Chinese doctor."

At this time, Cui Dingguo did not want to reject his son's intentions, and looked directly at Cui Jue and said: "Son, tell me what you need me to do, I will cooperate with you, anyway, it won't be a big deal no matter how bad it is."

Cui Jue did not explain too much about this, but just helped Cui Dingguo to the bed and let him lie down.

Cui Jue took out the high-proof liquor from the kitchen again. Speaking of which, it was brought by Li An before. Although the doctor repeatedly emphasized that he should not drink, Cui Dingguo would secretly use chopsticks to dip two drops to taste it occasionally when he was really greedy.

After disinfecting the silver needle with alcohol, Cui Jue was ready to start performing a unique skill in "Traditional Chinese Medicine Inheritance".