"The operation was successful. I didn't expect Dr. Qiu to be able to complete the operation in one fell swoop. It's incredible. This is a seriously ill patient who was sent to the ICU and is facing death at any time."
"You don't have to look at who Dr. Qiu is. How many neurological miracles have been born in her hands. She is a very powerful person."
"There is no doubt about Dr. Qiu's skill, but I have a question. Since Dr. Qiu can save this person, why has he been placed in the ICU without treatment before?"
"You are stupid. A day in the ICU costs more than 20,000 yuan. Doesn't our hospital make a profit?"
"I see, this is also a way to make money."
Qiu Hui's surgery was very successful. It repaired nerves and removed tumors. Even in the brain, it would not be an obstacle to her.
She was sweating profusely but had a satisfied smile on her face.
Next comes the finishing work.
"I wonder how that little Chinese medicine doctor is doing, go check it out!"
"I guess he's still confused now. I want to see how he loses."
Many people moved to Ye Fan's side.
Watching Ye Fan's surgery through the glass.
"He actually turned a silver needle into a knife and opened the skull directly. He is really a person who is not afraid of death. Once he touches someone he shouldn't touch, the patient will die."
"Look at Dr. Sun's expression. He is so focused and shocked. What is going on?"
"don't know!"
Of course they don't understand that as newcomers to Western medicine or traditional Chinese medicine, they cannot feel the ancient meaning emanating from ancient acupuncture techniques, and cannot understand the changes in the surrounding airflow.
Sun Maoshi, who was standing next to Ye Fan, was full of shock, feeling the changes in the airflow around him and watching the changes in Ye Fan's acupuncture techniques intently.
"I remembered, I remembered, he is... He is the owner of the Celestial Medicine Center that has been rumored in Jinling, and he is the mysterious doctor in the plague-stricken area of Binjiang Province... That's him."
Sun Maoshi suddenly remembered.
During this time, there have been rumors that a Chinese medicine practitioner who knows ancient acupuncture appeared in Jinling. Not long ago, a mysterious doctor appeared in the plague-stricken area.
His name is Ye Fan.
A female nurse was suddenly shocked, looked at Mark in disbelief, and said:
"Director Sun, are you saying that he is the person in the legend? But he is still so young..."
Sun Maoshi stared at the acupuncture method and said: "I didn't expect it to be such a young person, but it should be right. I communicated with Liao Hongbo and the person's name is Ye Fan, from Jinling, but I forgot to ask his age at the time."
Of course Ye Fan was very calm when he heard Sun Maoshi's words. Those were his previous achievements.
People outside can't hear it because of the soundproof glass, otherwise they would be shocked.
"knock off!"
After completing the suturing, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
The tumor had overwhelmed the nerves, so we really needed to be careful, but with his ancient acupuncture protection, there were no problems.
Twist the silver needle with both hands to activate the yin and yang airflow around you to balance the yin and yang in the patient's body and repair the damage to the nerves.
This process is slow and cautious.
Western doctors outside can't understand it, but they are waiting to see the joke.
Director Ding looked at Wang Xingguo next to him and asked: "Dr. Wang, what is Dr. Sun talking about? What is his expression?"
People outside cannot hear what is said inside.
Only expressions can be seen.
Wang Xingguo frowned, touched his chin, and said:
"I don't know either, but you don't have to worry. Qiu Hui's operation was very successful. The tumor was removed and the nerves were not damaged much. As long as she continues to recover for a period of time, she can be discharged from the hospital."
Director Ding had an ominous premonition and was vaguely worried, saying:
"Why can't I see Ye Fan feeling nervous? It seems that he has always been so calm, and Sun Maoshi's behavior is too strange."
Qiu Hui came over, still wearing the protective clothing she had just undergone surgery on, and said:
"Director Ding, don't worry too much. If I take action, there will be no accidents. He is just a small Chinese medicine doctor. How high his medical skills can be. Why don't we sit down and drink tea. I'll see how long he will be busy."
Wang Xingguo also agreed and said:
"Let's just drink tea and wait. Traditional Chinese medicine is inherently effective. Even if he can really remove the tumor, the level of recovery will definitely not be as good as Dr. Qiu's."
The three of them returned to their seats and drank tea.
They no longer paid attention to Ye Fan's progress, because in their hearts, they simply looked down on a young Chinese medicine practitioner and never thought that Qiu Hui would lose.
Many onlookers also lost interest.
Ye Fan's twisting of the silver needle slowly stimulated the operation of the nerves and gradually returned to normal.
The two female nurses next to me couldn't understand it at all and asked:
"Director Sun, the tumor has been removed and the patient's mood is stable. Logically speaking, it should be over. Why is he still twisting the needle?"
Sun Maoshi glanced outside and saw the three people enjoying tea leisurely and said:
"He is stimulating the patient's neurons so that the nerves that were previously damaged by the tumor can work again. This method is not something that can be done casually, at least I can't do it."
Sun Maoshi was completely impressed by ancient acupuncture. It was the first time he felt the ancient meaning of ancient acupuncture. He was very excited.
I want to learn from it, but I find that I can only feel it and cannot understand it at all.
too difficult.
After a long time.
Ye Fan stopped, took out all the silver needles from the patient, and said slowly:
"wake up!"
The patient slowly opened his eyes, looked at his eyes angrily, as if he had just woken up from sleep, and said:
"I...where is this? Is this hell?"
The female nurse smiled and said, "You are not dead. It was this doctor who saved you."
The patient looked at Ye Fan, full of gratitude, raised his hand, grabbed his hand, and said:
"Thank you, doctor!"
With such a small gesture, everyone watching outside the glass was stunned.
"He...he can speak, he can raise his hands, this..."
"How is it possible? I was a dying patient just now, how could I suddenly raise my hand?"
"Am I dazzled? The patient can actually raise his hand..."
They were shocked.
But what was even more shocking was yet to come.
I saw Ye Fan helping the patient sit up and slowly getting off the bed.
Move around!
"This... is incredible!"
"Can you walk? Oh my god, what did I see..."
Finally, the three people who were leisurely drinking tea there were alarmed.
Boom!
The tea cup in Qiu Hui's hand fell to the ground, and she was stunned.
Looking at Ye Fan's operating room with his mouth slightly open, his face instantly turned pale as paper, full of disbelief and disbelief.
"No...no...it won't..."
He stood up suddenly, wanting to get closer and see more clearly.
She didn't want to believe the facts before her.
However, the facts will not change. The patient walks directly from the operating room.
She wanted to catch the patient and examine him.
Ye Fan stretched out his hand to intercept and said:
"The patient's body is still very weak. You crazy woman doesn't act lightly or harshly. Don't hurt my patient."
Snapped!
Qiu Hui's mind went blank and she fell to the ground, still unable to accept the facts in front of her.
"It's impossible...how can Chinese medicine achieve this level..."
"You...how did you do it?"
Director Ding and Wang Xingguo couldn't accept it. Especially Director Ding, who couldn't even stand up and kept sitting there.
His face was full of shock.
Ye Fan said casually: "My ghost-hand heavenly doctor never fails. If you want to ruin my future, you are not qualified. If you lose, just fulfill your promise."