"Er, what’s wrong?" Old man Qian turned his head and was momentarily stunned when he saw a beautiful girl following, then became somewhat flustered, "Look at the mess in the house, young lady, please sit outside, it’s embarrassing in here..."
"Uncle Qian." Yang Ruxin smiled and took a step forward, "I am a friend of your son Qian Er, my surname is Yang. I know a bit about medical skills and have come to look at your leg."
"This..." Old man Qian looked at his son.
"Dad, Sister Xin is really amazing," Qian Er quickly nodded, "If she takes a look, who knows, your leg might just get better."
"Yeah, Old Qian, Sister Xin is really great..." Chengzi and Liang Zi also nodded vigorously.
Old man Qian frowned. This young girl looked barely thirteen or fourteen. Why were his son and the others calling her sister? Was it because she looked younger than she was, or was her name Sister Xin?
Yang Ruxin ignored their musings and concentrated on Old man Qian’s injured leg. She frowned, noting the old smash injury. Although the bone hadn’t broken, it had cracked, and the tendons had been damaged too. Over time, the tendons had lost their elasticity, and the muscles had atrophied. The likelihood of a full recovery was slim, but she could adjust things to at least ease his pain and possibly allow him to walk with the help of crutches.
"Dad, let Sister Xin have a look," Qian Er, thinking his father disapproved, began to persuade, "Even if it doesn’t get better, it’s okay..."
"Miss Yang, should Xiao’er wash it for me before you take a look?" Old man Qian said, embarrassed, and reached for the tattered quilt on the kang to cover his leg.
"Uncle Qian, your leg was crushed by something heavy before. The tendons and muscles are necrotic now. Initially, the bone fractured, and not treated properly, it didn’t heal well but also didn’t completely break. That’s why it hurts so much when you move it slightly..."
"Sister Xin, you’re incredible! You didn’t even touch my dad’s leg; how did you know all that so clearly?" Qian Er couldn’t help but widen his eyes in amazement.
"I’m impressed," Liang Zi gave a thumbs up.
Yang Ruxin gave them a look, "Otherwise, why would you guys call me sister? Now, go outside. I need to examine Uncle thoroughly first."
Qian Er quickly ushered the other two out.
A quarter of an hour later, Yang Ruxin finally opened the door.
"Sister Xin, can my dad’s leg be treated?" Qian Er was the first to rush over, clearly concerned.
Old man Qian also looked at Yang Ruxin with hopeful eyes.
"I don’t want to lie to you, Uncle’s injury, because it’s been too long, there’s almost no chance of healing at my place," Yang Ruxin shook her head, "However, I can help adjust it a bit, at least to make it less painful."
"Thank you," Qian Er’s nose suddenly felt sore, "as long as my dad can sleep at night, that’s enough..."
"That should be no problem, but treatment is a long process, so you can’t be in a hurry," Yang Ruxin nodded and then looked at Old man Qian, "You should massage this injured leg when you can, and soak your feet in hot water every day to promote blood circulation..."
"Definitely," Qian Er nodded vigorously, "I will certainly give my dad massages and foot soaks every day from now on."
"No rush, no rush..." Old man Qian shook his head excitedly, "You have been so kind, Miss Yang..."
"After each massage, drink a cup of warm water. Now, Uncle, drink some water and lie down for a bit," Yang Ruxin nodded, then left the room.