After some communication and without much effort, the villagers agreed that Yan Murong should come to treat him.
Having been lying here for almost a week, he knew that his life was only a matter of these two days. Instead of having various tubes inserted into his body and relying on drugs to hang on, he might as well let Yan Murong give it a try, saying
If not, then it really works.
Hearing that Yan Murong was going to use acupuncture to save people, many people who were temporarily unemployed came over, but Chen Hanqing drove everyone out with an expressionless face.
"Principal Chen, can I do that?" Yan Murong asked hesitantly to Chen Hanqing, who was sterilizing the silver needle after giving him a hand.
Before returning to Yanjing, he always learned how to treat the old man's disease, but now that he had to do it himself, he was a little hesitant.
It's not that he doesn't know how to treat it, it's that he has never seen this kind of disease before - he has to figure out the treatment method by himself. If he can't save someone and then kills someone, even if he doesn't have to take responsibility, he will feel guilty.
Can't get over that hurdle.
"Brother, feel free to give me the acupuncture." It was not Chen Hanqing who spoke, but the man who had only one breath left.
Two days later, his spirit became a little more lethargic, and the blood spots all over his body became more serious. Although they had not spread, the original red blood spots had turned into dark red, making him look very cautious.
"I don't know if you can do it." Chen Hanqing said in a low voice. "But as a doctor, you can't hesitate at this time - any more hesitation is irresponsible for the patient's life. Surgery can
Failure, but your will cannot fail, just do what you have to do and try your best."
Yan Murong nodded and stopped talking. His eyes became firm. He put on disposable sterile gloves and masks, put on protective clothing, and took the silver needle handed over by Chen Hanqing.
Yan Murong no longer hesitated, the silver needle suddenly trembled in his hand, and pierced directly into the man's heart, and then into the liver, lungs, kidneys and other important internal organs.
This time, Yan Murong's needles were not inserted into acupuncture points, but directly into the internal organs. He wanted to use the silver needles to transfer his own internal energy into the other party's internal organs, thereby achieving the effect of repairing the internal organs.
To be clear, Yan Murong's internal energy is not the kind of internal energy mentioned in martial arts novels, it can be like Qigong. Usually when Yan Murong uses acupuncture, he uses Qi to move the needle and stimulate the acupuncture points to increase the effect of acupuncture.
-----This time, silver needles are directly used as a medium to repair damaged internal organs with internal energy.
This is his first time and the first time in the world.
No one has ever done this.
Since it was not an acupuncture point, the moment the silver needle penetrated the patient's body, he felt the presence of Qi, and the patient let out a cry of pain, and his face became even paler.
Yan Murong raised both hands and carefully guided his inner energy into the opponent's internal organs through the silver needles.
He also knew that the other person's body was close to the stage of exhaustion, and if he didn't pay attention, he might stab him to death.
Soon, sweat began to appear on Yan Murong's forehead, and his face turned slightly pale. Just as he thought - it was impossible for him to persist in saving one person if he did this. Three needles were administered at the same time,
Moreover, he had to constantly use his inner energy to guide him, and his inner energy was consumed too quickly.
"Is that okay? Do you want to take a rest?" Chen Hanqing picked up a piece of sterilized sanitary napkin and wiped the sweat on Yan Murong's forehead and asked in a low voice.
Yan Murong didn't speak, but nodded slowly ----- Even if it didn't work, he could only hold on now, because if he let go, the other party would die.
One minute, three minutes, five minutes.
When five minutes passed, Yan Murong's face turned frighteningly white, with no blood left at all. On the contrary, the man lying on the bed stopped struggling.
Just when Chen Hanqing thought Yan Murong had succeeded, Yan Murong let go of his hand and slowly pulled out the silver needle.
"What happened? Was it successful?" Chen Hanqing asked anxiously.
Yan Murong's face was pale, and he was sweating profusely. He tugged at the corner of his mouth with difficulty, glanced twice, and fell back. Chen Hanqing was shocked and hugged Yan Murong to prevent him from lying directly on the bed.
On the ground------I reached out and grabbed the man's wrist and touched it, only to find that he had expired.
When Chen Hanqing carried Yan Murong out of the isolation room, all the doctors gathered around him.
"Mr. Chen, how's it going? Is it okay?"
"Yes, Mr. Chen, can it be done? What's wrong with him?"
"Failed." Chen Hanqing shook his head and said in a deep voice. "Go two people and restrain the body. Don't let others touch it."
"I knew it wouldn't work. Why? How capable can such a young guy be?" A researcher in his late fifties wearing a white coat said with dissatisfaction. "We have been researching for so many days but there is no result.
He is so cool after catching a monkey? Are you kidding? He just wants to save people with a few silver needles. It’s weird if he can cure them well."
"Shut up." Chen Hanqing suddenly shouted. "You can't research the serum because you are not good at studying. Don't blame everything on others - he is young. What's wrong with being young? Being young doesn't mean he has nothing.
This ability-----Although he failed, at least he tried his best."
"You, and you." Chen Hanqing pointed at everyone present and said. "I don't know if you have ever been on the operating table ----- who has been on the operating table, who can guarantee that the operation will be successful with 100% certainty?
?Who dares to guarantee? If anyone dares to guarantee, I, Chen Hanqing, will kneel down to him on the spot and worship him as my teacher."
"Tell me, who of you can guarantee it?"
Chen Hanqing got angry, and you shut up. You looked at me, and I looked at you. There was helplessness and shame in each of their eyes.
Yes, none of them can guarantee that they will be 100% successful on the operating table.
If he is 100% successful, is he still a human being? He is almost becoming a god.
"Since none of you can guarantee it, you have no right to blame others." Chen Hanqing said coldly.
After saying that, the group of people who were left looking at each other carried Yan Murong towards the rest tent.
Chen Hanqing was right, Yan Murong tried his best, and it could be seen from his pale and bloodless face.
Looking at Yan Murong lying unconscious on the bed, Chen Hanqing also sighed.
Although he has great medical skills, and his skill with Qi Luck Needles is unique, but no matter how powerful he is, he is not a god and cannot cure all diseases. To achieve this, he has tried his best -----
He is a human being, and he is still a young man two years younger than his grandson.