35: Chapter 35 Yin Yang Nine Needles

"Old Hu, don't be so modest!"

Prof. Xia Hua said impatiently, "Although you aren't as good as me in Traditional Chinese Medicine therapies, when it comes to surgical operations, there probably isn't anyone in the whole of China who can surpass you!"

Hu Yidao shook his head. "Look carefully. The way Little Chen wields his blade is truly too precise; it's as if he's using a ruler to guide his cuts!"

"You also know that errors exist in surgery."

"Even when using precision instruments, there is a certain margin of error."

"But he has controlled the margin of error to an extremely small range!"

"And haven't you noticed? He has simplified the surgical process!"

Although Prof. Xia Hua was proficient in Traditional Chinese Medicine, he communicated with Hu Yidao every day and understood a little about surgical operations.

At a glance, his mouth dropped open in shock.

"Holy crap!"

"It's just like that previous appendicitis surgery."

"Normally, you first make an incision, then follow the cecum to find the appendix."

"But look at him."

"He makes the incision directly at the location of the appendix!"

"It's as if he has X-ray vision, simplifying the process directly."

"And this kid's suturing skills are also very strong. Regarding the position of the stitches between the skin, even a slight deviation would prevent achieving the best results."

"But every time he inserts the needle, the position is controlled just right."

"This isn't something that can be achieved in just one or two surgeries!"

Hu Yidao had performed thousands of surgeries and, with the help of high-end equipment, had only barely achieved this level.

But what about that kid?

He's only in his early twenties this year, right? I heard he's still a university student.

Where did he get his surgical experience?

Could it be that he started learning Medical Skills while in his mother's womb?!

All this time, Hu Yidao had always felt a sense of superiority, thinking his Medical Skills were remarkable, but now he had received a blow from the depths of his soul!

Someone at twenty years old already had such attainments, and without even using instruments.

One can imagine his future achievements!

Since the other party possessed top-tier surgical skills, how could he be bad at diagnosing illnesses?

At this moment, Expert Wang Yu brought out another test report.

"Prof. Hu, Prof. Xia, since you are at The Hospital, please help me look at this test report."

"This is a test report for a teacher from Beihu University. Two hours ago, this teacher had a stroke and fainted in the classroom, but I heard he was rescued and revived later."

"A stroke?"

Hu Yidao finally snapped out of the previous incident.

He said indifferently, "A stroke isn't a major illness; in good cases, one can recover in two or three months..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused again. "Dr. Wang, you aren't trying to trick me, are you? Although there are some abnormal indicators on this test report,"

"judging from the platelet and thrombus situation, this patient has been treating the stroke for two or three months, right? It's almost completely healed."

"He only needs some simple conditioning in the later stages."

Afterwards, he looked at other data. "It was caused by high blood pressure, right? Currently, judging from his blood pressure, it is relatively stable."

"Overall, there are no problems. Under normal circumstances, this blood pressure of his wouldn't trigger a stroke."

"Perhaps it's because he's older and his emotional fluctuations were too great!"

Hu Yidao was quite satisfied with his own diagnosis.

Mm!

He encountered such cases every day.

He almost never made mistakes!

Even Prof. Xia Hua nodded. "Haha, Dr. Wang, your little tricks can't mislead us. Take the report away first; let's set the time for the lecture."

However, Expert Wang Yu stood there without moving.

His expression was even more peculiar. "Prof. Hu, Prof. Xia, this Teacher Chen did indeed have a stroke today. He also came to The Hospital for a check-up last week."

"A normal person's blood pressure is 90–140. At that time, his blood pressure reached as high as 190!"

"But at that time, he showed no signs of a stroke!"

"What?"

Hu Yidao and Prof. Xia Hua both exclaimed in unison.

Under normal circumstances, a mild stroke takes two or three months to fully heal, and a severe one can even drag on for a year or two.

According to Teacher Chen's test report, the other party's condition really looked like it had been treated for over two months; it was almost completely healed.

If it really was a stroke today, wouldn't that mean the other party cured the stroke all at once?

How is that possible?!

"Quick, quickly take us to see the patient!"

Under the guidance of Expert Wang Yu, the group found Teacher Chen, who was waiting for the test results in the hallway.

Although Chen Feng had helped him control his condition in the classroom earlier, to prevent a recurrence, he still came to The Hospital for a check-up.

After all, the other party was just a student.

No one dared to guarantee whether any secondary harm had been caused to his body during the process of inserting the needles.

Seeing three or four doctors surrounding him, Teacher Chen's heart skipped a beat. "Dr. Wang, has my illness become serious?"

"Rest assured, the condition is very stable. With some later-stage conditioning, you will fully recover."

Expert Wang Yu reassured him.

He hurriedly asked again, "Teacher Chen, can you tell me how your stroke was treated?"

"It was a student. He seemed very impressive. Anyway, I don't understand it; I only know he used a set of silver needles!"

"Silver needles?"

Prof. Xia Hua, who was to the side, frowned sharply.

He was the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. Traditional Chinese Medicine could indeed treat strokes, and with proper treatment, the root cause could be completely removed.

But no one could achieve such results.

It was simply immediate!

Teacher Chen nodded. "He definitely only used a set of silver needles. At the time, there were people nearby taking photos. I'll look to see if I can find them."

Very quickly, he obtained a video from a student.

It was indeed filmed by a student.

When seeing that video, Prof. Xia Hua's eyes narrowed sharply, and his gaze fixed on the hand Chen Feng used to wield the silver needles.

His whole body felt as if it had been struck by an electric current, and he froze on the spot!

"Holy crap, this is... the Yin-Yang Nine Needles?!"

This was an ancient acupuncture technique that had long been lost. Although some people in the Traditional Chinese Medicine world knew the name, no one knew how to use it!

Even Prof. Xia Hua himself had only seen it in some literature.

It was said that this acupuncture technique was extremely unique. The needle insertion looked simple, but it contained many complex techniques inside.

It was very difficult for an ordinary person to learn.

But if one learned it, it could almost achieve the effect of bringing the dead back to life!

Of course, saying it brings the dead back to life is a bit exaggerated, but it is just that awesome!

"No wonder it has such effects; so it is the Yin-Yang Nine Needles!"

Prof. Xia Hua's mood was incredibly excited; it was as if he had discovered a new continent.

The Yin-Yang Nine Needles!

I'm afraid this is the only person in the whole of China who knows how to use it.

Hu Yidao, who was to the side, also exclaimed, "Holy crap, why is it that Little Chen again?!"

"Little Chen?"

Prof. Xia Hua hadn't noticed the other party's appearance just now.

At this moment, upon looking, even a "Holy crap" could not calm the emotions in his heart.

"Damn it, his surgical operations are already very excellent, and now even his Traditional Chinese Medicine is so awesome. What kind of freak is this kid?!"