She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Chapter 3395 It’s too late

"I don't dare to call myself a miracle doctor. I am just a barefoot doctor."

Mr. Guo waved his hand, looking humble.

The old man carrying the birdcage didn't believe it.

Even foreigners came to him, but he still said he was just a barefoot doctor.

"No wonder you gave me that jar of frostbite cream. My wife felt it was good after using it."

The old man remembered that he had complained before that his wife would get frostbite on her feet every winter.

Decades of illness become very unbearable when winter comes.

He also felt sorry for his wife, but there was nothing he could do.

In fact, he is also tall.

Both of them were like that, and no medicine worked.

"Those are just trifles, not worth mentioning."

People who don’t have frostbite don’t know what it is.

Only those who have it every year know the pain of frostbite.

He makes this kind of medicine with ease, it is really not worth mentioning.

"What's so unworthy? You must be really good. Don't be so modest."

"Don't worry, if you come to see a doctor in the future, we will still pay you."

The old man was teasing me on purpose.

But old Rosen didn't have the patience.

He glanced at Locke, who immediately stepped forward and said, "Mr. Guo, can I have a word with you?"

Mr. Guo felt amused. They were obviously two foreigners, but they spoke Chinese quite fluently.

"Let's go to the pavilion over there."

Mr. Guo pointed and saw a pavilion not far away.

There was no one in the pavilion at the moment.

Locke was a little hesitant, as his master probably wanted to find a quiet place.

In the park, I'm afraid it's not appropriate.

But old Rosen nodded.

The Chinese people like the saying that the guest should follow the host's wishes.

The old man carrying the birdcage watched them leave.

He is going to go back and share this gossip with his wife!

Mr. Guo sat down at the stone table in the pavilion.

"I see Mr. Luo is looking very bad, moving slowly, having trouble breathing. Is it possible that his hands and feet are numb and he can't use his strength?"

Without even taking Mr. Rosen's pulse, Mr. Guo had already described Mr. Rosen's symptoms.

Old Rosen knew that China's medical skills were very powerful, and Guo Xinyi also proved this.

However, his grandfather is indeed more powerful.

"How did Mr. Guo know about this?"

"Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation. Your physical condition is written on your face. Moreover, brain tumors, in the late stages, will most likely affect a person's normal life."

"I have been a Chinese medicine practitioner for decades, so I am well aware of your condition."

Old Rosen was almost ecstatic.

"Since Mr. Guo can describe my symptoms and has encountered my situation before, he must be able to cure it, right?"

He looked at Mr. Guo expectantly.

A hint of life suddenly emanated from his originally skinny face.

But Mr. Guo was silent for a long time, but shook his head: "Your condition should have been discovered several years ago, right?"

"If you had come earlier, maybe I could have found a way, but now..."

Mr. Guo saw that the foreigner's face turned visibly gray, but he didn't say anything definite after all.

"Well, let me take your pulse first."

Old Rosen then laughed: "Okay."

He stretched out his hand and placed it on the stone table, asking Mr. Guo to feel his pulse.

Mr. Guo is also old, and his hands are as thin as dry firewood.

However, his condition is better than that of old Rosen.

Old Rosen is only in his sixties, but he looks like he is eighty.

Mr. Guo took the patient's pulse carefully, and then changed to the other hand.

"How is it?" Old Rosen looked at Mr. Guo expectantly.

But Mr. Guo still shook his head: "I'm sorry, it's too late now."

"If it were three years ago, the disease would not have developed to the current dangerous state, and my body would not have..."

Not as bad as it is now.

Maybe there is hope.