Professor Zheng, Please Reconsider

"This is..."

Xu Hao looked at his sister with astonishment.

In the past, he had only treated fractures and gunshot wounds using emergency methods, but this kind of traditional Chinese acupuncture therapy, he had never studied before.

The knowledge seemed to have popped out of his brain suddenly, as if by magic, which was quite bizarre.

By then, the doctor had explained Xu Xiaoqing's condition, pushed her onto a bed, and sent her to the ICU, isolating the door of the ward and not allowing all of them to enter together.

According to the hospital ICU's rules, only one attendant was allowed per patient.

Moreover, only during specific hours could one enter to accompany and visit the child.

"At this time, only one person is allowed to enter as an attendant. Who will it be?" the doctor asked.

"I'll go and keep her company," said Lin Qing.

After that, she pushed Xu Xiaoqing into the ICU with the doctor.

Xu Sancai watched his wife and daughter enter the ICU, then sat down, looking anxious. "Xiaohao, what should I do?"

"The ICU costs at least 2,000 yuan per day, and it can be as expensive as 10,000 to 20,000 yuan per day. Where can we get this money?"

Over the years, he had done everything he could for his daughter's illness, but it was still like a drop in the bucket, unable to sustain.

If it weren't for the 500,000 yuan Xu Hao had given him, he wouldn't even have enough money for his daughter's surgery now.

Thinking about this, he felt sad and tears streamed down his face.

"Dad, don't worry so much. I'll take care of the money. My sister will be fine." Xu Hao comforted him.

Seeing his father crying helplessly, Xu Hao also felt deeply sad, and his heart was quite unsettled.

Unfortunately, his reassurance did not work, and Xu Sancai was still extremely anxious.

After repeatedly reassuring him, Xu Hao借口 went out to buy something to eat and left the hospital.

It was five in the morning, and the sky was still dim, but there were already many vendors selling breakfast on the streets.

Many people were busy living, getting up early and working hard.

Xu Hao bought some soybean milk and fried dough sticks for himself, ate them, and bought two bowls of porridge. He then found a nearby pharmacy that was open 24 hours and bought a pack of silver needles for acupuncture.

His sister was seriously ill, and he wanted to try if the knowledge in his mind could really cure her illness.

Holding the silver needles and carrying the breakfast, he walked into the hospital's emergency department and sat down, staring intently at the patients coming and going.

Basically, every time a patient walked by, he could immediately tell what illness they had, and the corresponding acupuncture treatment method would appear in his mind.

He sneaked a glance at the doctors' diagnosis of those patients and found that it was exactly the same as his own judgment.

In other words, the knowledge in his mind was truly a medical treasure!

Xu Hao's expression brightened, and he immediately stepped forward towards the ICU.

Now, he was confident that he could cure his sister.

"Help! Help!"

"Quickly notify Professor Zheng Zhihai! My daughter's heart disease has flared up, and she urgently needs his White Crane Acupuncture treatment!!"

At that moment, an extremely anxious voice came from outside.

Immediately after, two burly bodyguards pushed a hospital bed in.

A middle-aged man dressed in a suit and tie, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and exuding an air of dignity stood by the bedside, looking焦急with anxiety, still trying to contact someone on the phone.

On the hospital bed lay a beautiful young girl, around twenty years old, charming and captivating.

However, her face was pale, her arched eyebrows furrowed, and she clutched her left chest with a pained expression, her forehead dripping with cold sweat, and her lips devoid of any color.

Her breathing was exceptionally rapid.

One glance revealed that her condition was grave.

"This is Lin Jianghe, the patriarch of the Lin family, and the girl on the bed is Lin Chunyan, the heiress of the Lin family."

Upon seeing this middle-aged man and the girl, all the doctors in the emergency department changed their expressions, hurriedly intervening and pushing the heiress into the resuscitation room, directly connecting her to various electrocardiograph monitors, oxygen, intravenous infusion tubes, and so on.

Beep beep beep

As soon as the electrocardiograph monitor was connected, a series of red numbers appeared in front of everyone.

Low blood pressure!

Heartbeat near ventricular fibrillation!

Rapid breathing!

Low blood oxygen!

At this moment, Lin Chunyan's hand fell, her eyes closed tightly, losing consciousness.

"Cardiogenic shock, start resuscitation immediately," the director of the emergency department exclaimed in alarm, immediately commencing the resuscitation efforts.

The other doctors and nurses also quickly joined in the resuscitation efforts, working frantically.

Xu Hao looked at Lin Chunyan in the resuscitation room, and a piece of information popped into his mind: congenital heart disease, heart attack and heart failure caused by vascular malformation. Treatment method: Stabilize the pulse with the Nine Dragon Life-Extending Needle, then use silver needles to open the heavenly gates, introduce yang qi, and reshape the blood vessels!

At this moment, an elderly doctor dressed in a white coat and with graying hair also hurriedly walked in from outside.

The middle-aged man in gold-rimmed glasses saw him and his expression brightened, urgently saying, "Professor Zheng Zhihai, you must save my daughter."

Zheng Zhihai, the foremost Chinese medicine practitioner in Guangzhou City, known as the "Ghost Gate Acupuncture Master," possessed superb acupuncture skills and had saved patients from the brink of death many times, making him a medical giant with high moral standing and great respect.

Upon seeing Zheng Zhihai, he felt as if he had seen a savior.

Zheng Zhihai calmly said, "Mr. Lin, please don't worry, I'll take a look."

Although he was a renowned Chinese medicine practitioner, he didn't dare to be arrogant when facing this middle-aged man.

After all, this person was Lin Jianghe, the leader of the Lin family, one of the four major families in Guangzhou City, a figure whose mere footsteps could shake the city.

Zheng Zhihai put on a mask and walked into the resuscitation room.

"Professor Zheng."

"Hello, Professor Zheng."

Upon seeing Zheng Zhihai's arrival, all the medical staff present greeted him in turn, as if they had taken a reassuring pill, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. Some doctors even stepped aside to give him room for resuscitation.

Zheng Zhihai observed Lin Chunyan's complexion and reached out to feel her pulse.

Quickly, he knew what was needed and took out a silk brocade box, from which he withdrew a set of gold needles and inserted them into some acupuncture points on Lin Chunyan's arms and heart.

With the insertion of the gold needles, Lin Chunyan's blood pressure gradually increased, and her heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

Everyone present brightened their eyes upon seeing this scene.

"Professor Zheng is truly a master. He has restored life to the brink of death," commented a doctor with admiration.

They had struggled so hard but couldn't resuscitate Lin Chunyan, while just a few gold needles from Professor Zheng had been effective.

Such medical skills were truly impressive!

Others also nodded and praised him in unison.

Especially Lin Jianghe, who was overjoyed, exclaimed, "Excellent, excellent, excellent! Professor Zheng is truly a modern-day Hua Tuo. My daughter is saved!"

Zheng Zhihai, hearing these praises, remained calm and continued with his acupuncture treatment.

Just as he was preparing to insert a needle into Lin Chunyan's Tanzhong acupuncture point, Xu Hao hurriedly approached the door and reminded him, "This needle will cause the patient's artery to rupture, leading to massive internal bleeding. Professor Zheng, please think twice."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Zheng Zhihai's hand, which was poised to insert the needle, paused in mid-air, and his expression soured.

All eyes turned to Xu Hao in an instant.

A doctor who had been following Zheng Zhihai turned back and glared angrily at Xu Hao, "Who are you, wild kid? What qualifications do you have to question Professor Zheng's medical skills? Get out!"