Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 352 - 349: Emergency Acupuncture Treatment

Lin Wanwan walked up to the patient, took out a large pill weighing about three grams from a small porcelain bottle, and fed it into his mouth.

This An Gong Niu Huang pill, made using original materials like Rhinoceros Horn, can vary in price from thousands to tens of thousands at modern auctions, and is far superior to the modified version.

Lu Shouyue glanced at the dicine she was administering and exclaid, "Is that the old version of the An Gong Niu Huang pill?"

Lin Wanwan nodded, "Yes, it’s a life-saving drug. Fortunately, I happened to have it in my bag."

Lu Shouyue fell silent for a mont. Such an expensive item, be it gems or the old version of An Gong Niu Huang pills, would rarely be carried in a casual mini backpack.

After administering the pill, fortunately, the patient still has a swallowing reflex and is only mildly unconscious.

Lin Wanwan took out the silver needles she had obtained from the Daoist Temple, laid the patient flat, and began preparing to administer acupuncture.

Seeing her take out the silver needles, Lu Shouyue squatted down, grabbed her wrist, and whispered, "Wanwan, even if a doctor practices outside the hospital, there are risks involved. I think we should wait and take him to the hospital."

Lin Wanwan understood that modern doctors always try to avoid risks before treating patients. Because of its feature of ’letting people live muddle-headed,’ traditional dicine faces many restrictions in pharmacopoeia.

It’s indeed hard to make everything as standardized and risk-free as Western dicine, which avoids post-treatnt family disputes and troubles.

Even Li Ke, despite establishing an ICU for traditional dicine and saving critical patients daily, still requires the hospital director’s signature to administer dicines, which the pharmacy would then dispense.

Even though his redies are consistently proven effective, who can guarantee that all traditional doctors have Li Lao’s level of expertise and that all patients can be saved?

Even in a Western dicine ICU, can it guarantee all patients are saved?

Doctors are humans, not gods; this is true for Western dicine and traditional dicine alike. There are diseases and patients that can’t be treated.

The difference is that Western dicine lets you die clearly, with legal procedures, and Western dicine is blaless; but with traditional dicine, even soone as skilled as Li Lao, if he makes a mistake, he’s dood.

Li Lao’s traditional dicine ICU costs patients hundreds daily; how much does a Western dicine ICU cost?

Just by observing the costs, it’s clear which side dical capital supports. Distinguished physicians always seem especially rare and precious in tis like these.

Just like how Li Lao risks his lifeti reputation and future every ti he practices dicine, from him to the hospital director.

The difficulty of traditional dicine is evident.

Lin Wanwan’s thoughts were racing as she looked at Lu Shouyue; the hand holding the silver needle hesitated to proceed.

Last year, when Lin Wanwan bought the barefoot doctor learning video, she also enrolled in a three-year online course of traditional dical apprenticeship. If she passes the exam after completing the course, she can receive a practicing doctor’s license, but it’s been less than a year, and she hasn’t obtained it yet.

Now, if she proceeds to save soone, success would bring great joy; failure would an illegal practice, and if the family pursues it, she’ll either have to pay compensation or face detention.

Closing her eyes, the face of the wise and kind Sun Lao appeared in her mind.

She’s rely a forced-on-the-job barefoot doctor, not intending to beco a renowned physician. Is it necessary to gamble her own future for a stranger?

After a long silence, Lin Wanwan took a deep breath, broke free from Lu Shouyue’s grasp, and looked up at him, saying, "I once learned acupuncture skills from an old traditional doctor."

Lu Shouyue frowned slightly, watching her for a mont, then nodded, stood up, took out his phone, and began utilizing his connections.

It’s his habit to prepare for the worst in every situation.

Since Lin Wanwan insisted, he could only support her.

Under the watchful eyes of onlookers, Lin Wanwan calmly began administering acupuncture. She had practiced acupuncture with Chen Liang during this period.

Chen Liang’s acupuncture skill was taught by the renowned ancient physician Zhen Quan, and Lin Wanwan had hands-on training with him as well. Moreover, Sun Lao had also taught her hands-on, and she had practiced daily, so she felt quite confident.

In ergency treatnt with traditional dicine, acupuncture is the quickest thod.

That’s why Lin Wanwan devoted herself to mastering the acupuncture technique. In the Great Tang, she often practiced on her family mbers!

Everyone held blind trust in her; she felt she must study hard to repay their trust.

However, in the Great Tang, she could perform acupuncture and treat illnesses without any burden, because even if she couldn’t cure, for those coming for help, Lin Wanwan was already the best choice.

Before Lin Wanwan appeared, her family mbers would rely on resistance to cope with illnesses.

Yet, modern tis are different; patients have too many choices, and if she can’t cure them, Lin Wanwan might face detention.

If she hadn’t encountered this situation, Lin Wanwan wouldn’t have been so benevolent.

But she did encounter it, so how could she stand by and watch soone die without helping?

Since she studied dicine, even if she was forced into it, she must possess dical ethics; otherwise, how could she be worthy of learning from Sun Lao?

As ti ticked away, with the continuance of acupuncture, the effects of the An Gong Niu Huang pill began to manifest. The patient’s complexion improved significantly, and the saliva unconsciously drooling from his mouth reduced substantially, with symptoms visibly improving.

Lin Wanwan quietly breathed a sigh of relief; if not for the mask, one could see her expression was previously more tense than the patient’s.

The patient’s household nurse, seeing the situation, excitedly clapped her hands, saying, "Great, great! Director Hu seems to have reacted! Director Hu, how do you feel now?"

The patient, referred to as Director Hu, remained physically stiff, but his consciousness had returned. His pupils, no longer as terrifying as before, could turn to observe people.

Previously, he saw nothing but black shadows, unable to see anything. Now, his vision gradually revealed a fairy-like figure.

Only a fairy could save people from peril, right?

He opened his mouth, producing a blurred sound, "Thank... you..."

"Wow! He’s revived!" The surrounding people eating lon began to clamor, looking at traditional dicine with newfound respect.

Finishing the last needle, Lin Wanwan withdrew the needle, took a breath, and spoke to the dical staff who had just run over from the arriving ambulance, "I gave the patient An Gong Niu Huang pills and perford acupuncture. If he can be given a Life-extending Decoction from the Chinese dicine pharmacy to take imdiately, his symptoms will improve even further."

The dical staff looked at Lin Wanwan but didn’t agree on anything. It wasn’t their decision to make, avoiding complexity where possible.

They were only responsible for transferring the patient to the hospital for doctors to treat.

For such symptoms, the combination of acupuncture and Chinese dicine would be highly effective; however, Lin Wanwan could conjure pills but couldn’t justify providing a decoction explanation if caught.

Eventually, the patient was loaded into the ambulance and taken away, fifty minutes after he initially fell ill.

However, due to Lin Wanwan’s tily rescue, there’s unlikely to be any major issues, more so after administering an An Gong Niu Huang pill!

Those living in this neighborhood, whether hoowners or tenants, would undoubtedly possess significant status and power. Even if he doesn’t receive Chinese dicine, the patient can probably obtain the best Western dical treatnt, so Lin Wanwan isn’t concerning herself with the aftermath.

Lu Shouyue had finished his phone calls, silently holding his phone, watching her.

With each deeper understanding, Lin Wanwan gave him new impressions, entrancing him, making it hard for him to extricate himself.