Chapter 393: Nine-tailed Acupuncture Technique

Tang Muyang and Yuan Qianhui put on surgical clothes and entered the ward.

At this time, there was only one patient in the ward, who looked to be in his seventies, with silver hair, and was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Tang Muyang learned from the surgery consent form that the old man's name was Zheng Qingsong, and that the drunk man just now was named Zheng Hong, and he was the old man's son.

After Tang Muyang entered the ward, he first felt the old man's pulse, then put his ear against the old man's chest and paused for a moment, then sighed.

Yuan Qianhui asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?"

Tang Muyang frowned slightly, "Sure enough, as I guessed, the immunity of these old people is very low, and any minor illness or disaster may kill them. It seems that someone's conspiracy has begun to take effect.

"

Yuan Qianhui's pretty face turned pale slightly, "Are you referring to Xue Wannian?"

Although she had expected this day to come, she never expected that it would come so quickly.

Tang Muyang sighed, "Anyone who has consumed the grain, vegetables, fruits and medicines produced by Xue Wannian for a long time will have such a day sooner or later.

But we should start with the elderly and children first, because these groups of people have weak resistance, so they will bear the brunt."

Yuan Qianhui grabbed Tang Muyang's arm nervously, "Then how do we stop them?"

Tang Muyang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have already made arrangements, and you should see results soon."

After saying that, he took out the silver needle from his body, sterilized it first, then slowly pricked it into the old man's abdomen, then lifted it gently, and then continued to prick it down.

After repeating this three times, he released his fingers. Just such a movement caused a slight sweat on his forehead.

He is now using an acupuncture method called "Nine-tailed Acupuncture Method", which is used to activate the body's immunity.

Generally, when this kind of acupuncture is used, it proves that the patient has reached the end of his life and has no immunity at all, so he must be more careful.

Even though he just had an injection, the amount of mental energy and vitality he expended was huge.

Yuan Qianhui hurriedly picked up a towel and wiped his sweat. This was the second time she saw Tang Muyang perform medical skills. The last time was when Qian Xin was injured.

However, she didn't look too carefully that time, so this time she looked very focused, wanting to see what magic there was about Chinese medicine.

Although there aren't many clues yet, seeing the other person sweating profusely must have consumed a lot of energy.

Tang Muyang stopped, took out a pill from his arms, drank it, and then continued the acupuncture.

It took him more than ten minutes to administer just three injections.

Yuan Qianhui kept wiping his sweat on the side, and she couldn't help but wonder, isn't it just three needles? Is it so difficult?

She had always studied Western medicine abroad and had always been skeptical about Chinese medicine.

If Tang Muyang hadn't shown some extraordinary performance later, she might still think that traditional Chinese medicine can only treat some headaches and brain fever.

After Tang Muyang finished the acupuncture, his face became pale several times. Then he took out a pill from his pocket, cut a thin piece and handed it to Yuan Qianhui, "Go and get a glass of warm water, and then put this pill in.

Wait for the elixir to dissolve and let the patient take it."

After saying that, he sat down on the chair next to him and didn't want to move at all.

Yuan Qianhui was stunned for a moment, "This...is it over?"

Tang Muyang couldn't help but feel a little funny, "Then what else do you want?"

Yuan Qianhui opened her eyes wide, "Just take two injections casually and that's it?"

Tang Muyang rolled his eyes, "Just casually? Beauty, can't you see that I'm so tired? Is this also called casually?"

Yuan Qianhui was speechless. In her original expectation, Tang Muyang would have to work hard for several hours, or insert silver needles all over the old man's body, or use some strange and weird methods to treat him...

But she never expected that the other party would simply give her three injections and be done with it. Isn't this too perfunctory?

Tang Muyang glared at her angrily, "Stop the ink stain. If you don't go get the water, all my efforts just now will be in vain."

Yuan Qianhui curled her lips and didn't see how hard you worked!

Although he was thinking this, he still went to get the warm water and put the small piece of elixir into it according to Tang Muyang's instructions.

After the elixir completely melted, he fed the old man to drink it spoonful by spoonful.

"After feeding, what should we do next?" Yuan Qianhui put down the cup and looked back at Tang Muyang.

"I'm hungry, let's go out and eat some food first." After Tang Muyang finished speaking, he didn't care about Yuan Qianhui, got up and walked out.

Yuan Qianhui looked at Tang Muyang with her mouth wide open. Is this the end?

It wasn't until Tang Muyang was about to walk out of the ward that he hurriedly chased after him.

…

At the same time, there was another scene on the other side.

"Professor Du, the patient in bed 72 started to have fever symptoms after taking methylamantadine."

"Professor Du, 64 beds developed symptoms such as vomiting and diarrhea after increasing the dose."

"Professor Du is not well. Check bed 77. The patient is already foaming at the mouth."

Du Menglin was already too busy at this time, but bad news came one after another.

After being treated according to his medical plan, these patients were in very good condition initially, and all members of the expert team were full of praise for his medical skills.

But the good times did not last long. Less than five minutes later, all the patients began to experience adverse reactions.

Du Menglin's face was pale and his white coat was soaked with sweat.

If something unexpected happens to these old people today in his hands, the reputation he has accumulated over the past twenty years will probably be destroyed, and his mentor may also be implicated.

At this time, Xu Wenli, wearing protective clothing, came over with a photographer, "Professor Du, why did the patient suddenly have various adverse reactions? Is there something wrong with your treatment plan?"

Du Menglin was already upset enough at this time. When she asked him this, he suddenly became a little angry, "My plan will never go wrong. These patients are very seriously ill, and it is normal for some adverse reactions to occur during the treatment."

Xu Wenli remained unyielding, "It is normal for one or two adverse reactions to occur, but now almost everyone has adverse reactions. How do you explain it?"

"I..." Du Menglin was about to explain, when someone suddenly shouted: "Professor Du, the patient in bed 62 has gone into shock."

When Du Menglin heard this, he felt like he was struck by lightning, "hurry to the emergency room..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone shouted again: "Professor Du, the vital signs of bed 77 are also extremely weak."

Du Menglin's body began to tremble, "Everyone...sent to the emergency room."

…

The family members who were waiting outside the ward door were waiting anxiously when they suddenly saw the door of the ward being pushed open, and then they saw several doctors in white coats running toward the emergency room while pushing the hospital bed in a panic.

Everyone suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts. They hurriedly grabbed a doctor and asked, "Doctor, what happened?"

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Families of patients in beds 62 and 77, come with me to sign critical illness notices..."

Before he could finish his words, a doctor came out and said, "There are also family members of bed 58, please go and sign it together."

After hearing the words of the two people, several people immediately fell to the ground, and then started wailing.

Where is the promised vice president of Yanjing Medical College? Where is the promised protégé of the Nobel laureate? Where is the promised third runner-up in the National Medical Skills Competition?
Chapter completed!