C10 Treating Illness and Saving People

"This old man won't make things difficult for me, it must be the work of my uncles again. They want to use the method of concealing my identity to make it difficult for me in the hospital, and then weaken my position in front of grandpa?"

Yang Chen could not help but sigh. It had to be said that these uncles were indeed smart, and Yang Chen was not so easily able to break out of this chess game.

"The patient has to undergo craniotomy, otherwise it's impossible to remove the blood clot from the brain!"

"But the patient is in shock, so it's impossible to open the skull!"

"So what else do you have? Craniotomy is the best way. "

"You have to consider the patient's age. It's impossible for an old man in his seventies to survive a craniotomy in a state of shock!"

The rowdy noise in front attracted Yang Chen's attention. Craniotomy? Xu Guoyi had used this technique before, but at that time, it was viewed as evil, and only Xu Guoyi who was the national doctor had the qualifications to use it.

Pushing aside a group of people, he saw an old man lying on a portable bed. His breathing was slow, his face was purple, and he had already fallen into shock.

Beside him was a middle-aged man with a solemn expression. He sat quietly to the side, frowning as he watched the argument going on between the doctors.

"Stop wasting time, there are only five minutes left for the patient to be rescued, why are you still arguing here?"

Seeing that there was no end to the argument, and that he was constantly looking at the middle-aged doctors, Yang Chen frowned, and blurted out: "This kind of action that consumes the patient's life force, he cannot tolerate it."

"Kid, what do you know!"

"Save me! There's no saving a brain clot of this level!" an excited doctor shouted.

Silence.

Silence.

The surrounding people all looked at the doctor, and the doctor was aware of his slip of tongue. He first nervously looked at the middle-aged man sitting at the side, then awkwardly lowered his head.

"Who said it can't be cured, a quack will harm people!" Yang Chen almost pointed at his nose and cursed.

"Are you a doctor? "You …"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and interrupted the doctor's criticism. He asked, "You can treat it?"

Yang Chen nodded his head, "There are at most three minutes. After three minutes, I won't be able to do anything anymore. You are the patient's relative, so please make the decision quickly!"

Yang Chen really wanted to rush up to save his, but he knew that sometimes doctors had to take into account the feelings of a family member, so he endured his impatience and asked, but he also made the decision that his family members would not force him to save them.

The middle-aged man looked at the old man on the sickbed and pain flashed across his eyes, "Save me! I'll leave it to you! "

"Alright!" Yang Chen nodded heavily, then took out the silver needles in his pocket and prepared to save his.

"Mr. Zhang, you can't take the risk!"

"Mr. Zhang, he isn't even our hospital's doctor. He might just be messing around, you can't let him do whatever he wants!"

All the doctors were anxious. If he killed their father in their own hospital, wouldn't they be the same?

The middle aged man looked at Yang Chen, and seeing that his movements were still as calm as before, his eyes were filled with confidence, and the middle aged man took a deep breath.

"Save, you don't have to be responsible if something happens."

The doctors were speechless, and then they stood quietly to one side, their minds racing as they tried to figure out how to extract themselves when the patient died.

When Yang Chen held the silver needle in his hand, the outside world already had nothing to do with Yang Chen. He could tell that the middle-aged man was definitely not some small fry.

Yang Chen's fingertip quickly rubbed on the tip of the needle, and a flow of air naturally flowed out from his right eye to the silver needle. When the silver needle grew hot, Yang Chen quickly inserted the first needle into the patient's temple.

Ah!

The surrounding doctors cried out in alarm.

Although the temple was also known as the acupoint, was that something that could be casually injected with acupuncture?

And this young man who blew through the sky just wanted to use a needle to heal this old man with blood clots in his head?

Are you kidding me? This is an international level disease!

"Nonsense!" An old doctor was so angered by Yang Chen's method of diagnosis that his beard trembled, but he was quickly stopped by the middle-aged man's gaze.

After the first needle, Yang Chen did not stop. Everyone saw a flash of silver and the patient's head was pierced with needles, turning into a hedgehog's head.

What was even more terrifying was that there were silver needles sticking out of the acupoints of Qing Ming, Bai Hui, Shen Ting and other important locations in twos and threes.

"Hiss!"

The old doctor's face trembled. According to this method, even if the other party was still alive, he would be able to kill him!

At this moment, even the middle-aged man was regretting his decision. Who did you insert the needle into the dead end when you saw it? And it's still so short by this point?

Yang Chen could hear the sounds coming from behind him, but he did not want to bother with it. Although Witch doctors were similar to Chinese medicine, they were different from Chinese medicine.

Yang Chen's brows were knitted tightly. Whether the patient could live again, it all depended on this!

"Gauze?" Yang Chen said as he turned his wrist.

Everyone was surprised for a moment, and the head nurse reflexively handed over the prepared gauze.

After receiving the gauze and placing it on his left hand, Yang Chen first flexed his wrist, then placed his fingertip on the tip of the needle, starting to vibrate at a high frequency, like an afterimage.

In the end, with a flick of his finger, the needle was forcefully pulled out from the patient's head.

Ah!

The onlookers all retreated, and saw the patient's head spurt out a large amount of blood through the needle hole left by the needle.

"It's over!" The old doctor's eyes dimmed. His reputation as a Chinese doctor was going to be ruined once again!

The middle-aged man's vision went black, and he was about to faint. In the end, he fell back onto his chair, his entire body trembling.

"Calm down, can't you see that the blood is dark brown?" Dean Li Mingde was also shocked, but after many years of experience, she finally found some clues.

At this time, the gushing blood also stopped. Everyone finally calmed down and looked at Yang Chen as if he was a monster.

After repeating the process, Yang Chen quickly pulled out all of the silver needles on the patient's head.

"Go check it out." After the acupuncture, Yang Chen fell back onto the chair and said with a pale face.

"Quick, go check it out." Li Mingde immediately instructed.

The inspection of the emergency passage soon came to a conclusion.

"Principal, the patient's signs are normal, the blood stasis in her brain has been fully resolved, we have succeeded!" The doctor with the case shouted as he ran, his face brimming with joy.

"It's a success!" The old Chinese doctor leaned back in his chair with a relieved expression.

"Success?" A few of the doctors who were quarreling previously had disbelief written all over their faces.

"Success." The middle aged man looked at Yang Chen with gratitude and finally heaved a sigh of relief, then fainted and fell to the ground.