133: Chapter 133: The Eccentric David Hart 133: Chapter 133: The Eccentric David Hart “Hello, my na is Erasmus Cooke, and I am the father of the injured person.
I am very grateful for your help in saving a life, thank you.” The middle-aged man in a gray jacket extended his hands, gripped Yusuf Zuck’s firmly, and shook it vigorously.
Yusuf Zuck felt that Erasmus Cooke’s thank you was very sincere.
“Mr.
Cooke, please don’t be polite.
It just so happened to be on the way,” Yusuf Zuck said with a smile.
“Yusuf Zuck, save soone to the end.
Let’s go to the ward,” Jero Hart also ca over and took Yusuf Zuck by the arm, aning for Yusuf Zuck to follow them to save the person.
Yusuf Zuck pulled away from Jero Hart and whispered, “Stop it, what makes you think I can save anyone?” As he said this, he imdiately bowed to Jero Hart’s grandfather and said, “Hello, Grandpa Hart.”
“Hmm, let’s not stand here.
Co inside with us and take a look,” old Mr.
Hart invited, gesturing towards Yusuf Zuck’s direction with a pat of his hand, then let Jero help him walk towards the ward.
A large group of doctors in white coats, seeming to be so sort of expert team, followed old Mr.
Hart, looking at Yusuf Zuck with surprise as they walked past him.
The injured man’s father, Erasmus Cooke, didn’t continue to say anything either.
At this ti, his son’s life was uncertain, making him look extrely dejected.
As for the other officers, they also looked somber.
After the others entered the ward, Yusuf Zuck also went in.
He really didn’t want to enter, but he couldn’t explain much at such a ti, nor could he just walk away, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in.
In the ward, a few doctors holding X-ray films said, “Dr.
Hart, look, the hemorrhage in the head is right here, about six centiters in area.
Our expert team’s opinion is to perform a craniotomy to drain the blood.” The doctors were talking to Jero Hart, because the old man was blind.
“Hmm, craniotomy is possible,” without waiting for Jero Hart to speak, old Mr.
Hart nodded and asked, “But after you perform the craniotomy, can you guarantee that the patient’s brain nerves won’t have any problems?”
“That…” Hearing old Mr.
Hart’s question, all the doctors in the expert team didn’t dare to speak up.
The patient’s hemorrhage was very deep within the brain tissue, and no expert dared guarantee a successful surgery.
“Does old Mr.
Hart have a better thod?” one of the experts suddenly asked in return.
“Just now I didn’t, but now I do.
Yusuf Zuck, co here!” old Mr.
Hart turned and said.
Yusuf Zuck was a bit confused, as everyone turned their eyes to him all at once.
“Grandpa Hart, how can I assist?” Yusuf Zuck stiffened and pretended to be surprised.
Old Mr.
Hart nodded, then turned towards Erasmus Cooke and instructed, “Erasmus, you and the others please go out.
We only need myself, Yusuf Zuck, and Wen Shuai to stay in the ward.”
“Okay, Uncle Hart, sorry to trouble you.” Erasmus Cooke promptly nodded.
In fact, he was not familiar with old Mr.
Hart; he hadn’t even heard of him before.
It was his father’s idea to bring David Hart, claiming, “Bringing David Hart, Jade can survive!”
The patient was nad Jade Cooke.
And Erasmus Cooke unquestioningly followed old Mr.
Hart’s orders.
The expert team and the other doctors were politely asked to leave the ward by Erasmus Cooke, after which the ward was closed.
“All right, with no outsiders here, let’s not beat around the bush, Yusuf Zuck.
Saving a life is what’s important, right?
If you could step in to smash a car to save soone, it shows you have the heart of a healer.
So, don’t keep your skills a secret,” old Mr.
Hart said.
“Before, Wen Shuai ntioned to that you could directly locate the ‘Stomach Qi Blockage’ acupoint, which is a moving target that could be anywhere at any given ti.
Even I can’t find it now, but you could, and that says sothing I won’t explicitly point out.
So later, when I am about to acupuncture the patient’s brain, you only need to remind if my placent is off or about the depth after insertion!” said Jero Hart, who is the legendary David Hart, speaking quite frankly as if he knew everything about Yusuf Zuck.
Moreover, his implication was clear: Yusuf Zuck could sense the blood stasis inside the patient’s brain, he just hadn’t spoken it aloud!
“What’s the matter?
Got scared?” Seeing Yusuf Zuck standing there stunned, Wen Shuai whispered, “After we went ho, Grandpa and I researched you.
When you treated Mr.
Ac, you must have been able to see or sense the situation in his stomach, right?”
“Don’t deny it, we have no ill intent, and in fact, when Grandpa was young, he too could see through the human body.
Help us out today, alright?
The sooner we save soone, the sooner we can finish work, right?” Wen Shuai said with a smile.
“See through the human body?” Yusuf Zuck was shocked.
Could there really be people in this world with X-ray vision?
Was David Hart one such person?
“Alright, I’m about to start the acupuncture.
Wen Shuai, get the thickest dian Communicating Needle ready along with towels and the blood tray,” Jero Hart said as he felt the patient’s head with one hand, while also taking out a small pair of scissors to clip a patch of hair from the crown of the patient, Jade Cooke.
Indeed, although he could not see, he was no different from a normal person, even skilled at cutting hair.
anwhile, Wen Shuai took out a package of needles from his own dicine box, also Silver Needles, very thick and hollow in the middle, like a thin straw.
“Alright, Yusuf, co over here.
There are two acupoints in this area, which one do you say I should use, this one or that one?” Jero Hart asked, pointing to two spots on the top of the patient’s head where the blood was congested.
Yusuf Zuck reached out and pointed to one of them, his finger eting Jero Hart’s.
By that ti, he had cald down.
Jero Hart and Wen Shuai had guessed that he could sense or see into people’s bodies because if he couldn’t, Mr.
Ac wouldn’t have been so easily cured by him.
Wen Shuai might have been puzzled at first, unable to guess what was going on, but Jero Hart was clearly a master.
When Yusuf Zuck had glanced at Jero Hart with Telekinesis earlier, he noticed that the old man had two streams of energy circulating inside his body, both appearing very robust.
He was an extraordinary person, a true expert, so while Wen Shuai couldn’t figure it out, in front of a master like Jero Hart, Yusuf Zuck was essentially exposed.
Of course, he also knew that Jero Hart’s guess was mostly speculation; he definitely wouldn’t dare to confirm anything for certain.
Yet at that mont, it was about saving soone’s life, so Yusuf Zuck didn’t hold back any longer.
Jero Hart nodded, took the dian Communicating Needle which Wen Shuai had sterilized, and gently inserted it into the acupoint on top of the patient’s head.
The needle went in slowly but surely, it was almost magical.
Considering that the dian Communicating Needle was very thick, almost as thick as a large syringe needle used for drawing blood.
With a “pff,” after a mont, blood started to flow from the exposed end of the needle, which Wen Shuai carefully caught with a blood tray.
“Should I go a bit deeper?” Jero Hart asked quietly.
“Yes, another centiter should do,” Yusuf Zuck nodded in response.
As Jero Hart continued pushing the needle in further, the blood flowed more rapidly, and he began to smile, saying, “When I was young, just like you, my eyes were miraculous, and it was these eyes that built the reputation of David Hart.”
“You’re doing very well, very well indeed.
Wen Shuai tells you also want to learn dicine?
Excellent, then you should take as your teacher!”
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