I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Lin Qinglan felt that the scene before her was quite magical.

Aunt Du was giving acupuncture to a foreign old man. A group of foreigners around her were grinning and exclaiming at the same time: "Chinese magic."

Various languages ​​are mixed together, all expressing the worship of the mysterious Eastern medical skills.

Some people even spontaneously started queuing up, wanting Aunt Du to give them two injections. They gave Aunt Du a special title - the great doctor.

“It looks amazing.”

"Great doctor, my knee hurts."

"My wrist hurts."

"I have a headache."

……

Old Jack looked at Aunt Du in shock as she took out a needle from her bag and asked him to lift up his clothes and turn his back.

He began to feel scared belatedly.

"Doc, I don't want to die." Old Jack said the most articulate words, clutching the table tightly.

He had heard of acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine, but when he actually saw a bunch of needles of different sizes with his own eyes, old Jack was still scared. He now just wanted to fly back to London.

"I don't want to turn into a hedgehog." Old Jack shook his head and tried to run away.

Aunt Du comforted him: "It's okay, acupuncture doesn't hurt very much."

"Doctor! Actually, my waist doesn't hurt that much." Old Jack's back was sweating and he turned around stiffly.

He felt that this Chinese doctor was a miracle doctor. As soon as he saw the needle, he felt that all his illnesses were cured.

Uncle Liao put his hand on Old Jack's shoulder and said, "Brother, acupuncture hurts for a while, and plasters take too long to work."

"I'm telling you, I also have a chronic backache. I went to see Mr. Du for a few courses of treatment, and guess what? It's completely healed now."

Old Jack actually didn't understand what Uncle Liao was saying, but the hand that Uncle Liao casually placed on his shoulder was like an iron clamp that held him in his seat, and he couldn't struggle free.

Old Jack looked up and down at Uncle Liao in his Tai Chi uniform and gasped: "Chinese kung fu!"

He was completely terrified now. In his subconscious, all Chinese people who knew Kung Fu were invincible.

It turns out that this "World Seniors Conference" is full of experts.

While Old Jack was daydreaming, Aunt Du had already quickly found the acupuncture points and inserted the needles skillfully.

Old Jack felt the itchiness and numbness on his back and shouted, "No! My God!"

God did not answer his prayers because the needle had already been inserted so quickly that he had not even finished shouting out in pain.

The onlookers approached cautiously.

Among them, the black old man John was eager to try, "Great doctor, I want the fire bottle."

"What?" Aunt Du didn't understand what he was asking for at once.

"He said he wanted to have cupping," the enthusiastic old man explained.

He even complained to Aunt Zhong quietly: "This foreigner talks incoherently."

"My English is so poor." Aunt Zhong is very aware of her own level and she doesn't even dare to open her mouth.

Although there is a language barrier, these peers from all over the world are trying their best to communicate.

After Lao Fu's explanation and the gestures of the people around him, Aunt Du finally understood, "It's just right, I brought the tools."

Aunt Du excitedly took out her cupping equipment, as she thought it would not be useful on this trip.

There is an exclusive exchange booth for traditional Chinese medicine at the competition exhibition site, which is now crowded with people. In addition to Aunt Du, there are also uncles and aunts with special skills from other senior citizen universities in China.

Teams of people taking pulses, asking questions, prescribing medicine, and giving acupuncture and cupping were lined up.

Aunt Du's side had the most onlookers.

When the foreign uncles and aunts saw Aunt Du use cotton balls dipped in alcohol to light a fire, they screamed one after another.

John and another foreign uncle who volunteered to have cupping treatment were already lying down.

Aunt Du was cupping while giving everyone scientific knowledge.

"Cupping can promote blood circulation, relieve swelling and pain, and dispel wind and cold. The color of the cupping marks can reflect a person's health conditions."

The foreigners around gave thumbs up. They didn’t understand what was said, but they felt it was very impressive.

Cupping glasses were placed on their backs one after another. Sweat broke out on John's forehead. Old Jack, who had been receiving acupuncture, had recovered and was still in the mood to joke with John.

"What do you think you look like now?"

John was concerned about the cupping jar on his back and didn't dare to move. He stretched his neck and retorted to Old Jack: "Anyway, I don't look like a hedgehog. You look more like one."

Old Jack thought John was so abominable, but his Chinese was not as good as John's, and he couldn't think of any words to refute him.

"Can the magical Chinese medical skills cure your nasty mouth?"

They are also classmates at the senior citizens' university, and they argue with each other every day.

After more than 20 minutes, Aunt Du pulled out the needle from Old Jack's body. Old Jack watched the whole process in amazement, his jaw hanging open. "Is this all right?"

Aunt Du nodded and told him some precautions.

Old Jack stood up excitedly, "It seems that the pain is gone!"

He thought he could even waltz.

It was time for John's cupping. After Aunt Du took out the cupping cups for them, John stretched his head to look at the marks on his back.

Pointing at Tom, who was cupping another patient, he said with dissatisfaction, "Why is his back all black and purple, but mine hasn't?"

"That's because you are in good health and the dampness is not that heavy," Aunt Du explained.

John's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he shouted that he wanted to bring his whole family to China to experience the magic of cupping.

The pain in his waist was relieved, and old Jack, who was fully recovered, said goodbye to them in a hurry, "I'm going to the game."

Lao Fu was alert: "What project are you participating in?"

"Building a wall." Old Jack explained in his not-so-standard Mandarin.

Uncle Wang suddenly said, "Isn't this also what Lao Zhou participated in?"