331: Chapter 0331: Curse You To Death, Herding Dog 331: Chapter 0331: Curse You To Death, Herding Dog Facial paralysis, also known as facial nerve palsy.
It’s like numbness in the legs after sitting for too long.
During an episode, there’s no sensation in the facial muscles at all.
Common traditional Chinese dical treatnts include plasters and acupuncture.
Both aim to stimulate facial nerves to restore normal blood flow through the channels.
Acupuncture stimulation usually takes a week at minimum, or half a month at most.
No matter which famous doctor one sees, none dare guarantee a full recovery of the facial channels after just one acupuncture session.
With his disciples’ support, An Taiyan stood by closely and observed, eager to see what made Long Fei’s acupuncturing different.
This mattered greatly for his granddaughter’s life, and he held no high regard for Zhang Yang.
He was disrespectful and clueless about the traditions of Huaxia people.
Long Fei’s technique didn’t differ much from other traditional Chinese dicine practitioners; it also relied on acupuncture to stimulate acupuncture points.
But with his hands, he constantly forced Essential Qi along the silver needle, using this Qi to open up the paralysed channels on the woman’s face.
Soon, the woman’s eyebrows twitched.
This slight movent made An Taiyan exclaim in surprise, “How is that possible?”
Seeing his reaction, the woman nervously asked, “What’s wrong?”
An Taiyan excitedly replied, “Young lady, you are in luck today, you’ve t a real master doctor.”
Relieved, the woman had thought Long Fei had ruined her face.
She hadn’t felt much pain, but as the nerves gradually recovered, her face started twitching slightly.
As Long Fei inserted the needles, Essential Qi penetrated her pores, opening each acupuncture vessel.
She cried out in pain, her legs convulsing with tension, “Ow, doctor, can you be a little gentler?”
Her voice was delicately soft, like the shy moans heard in a bridal chamber.
Those around them chuckled knowingly, watching her face gradually regain its normal shape.
The half of her face that appeared crooked now seed to straighten out.
This imdiate effect left everyone in shock.
An Xiaoke also furrowed her brows, looking at Long Fei incredulously, surprised by his impressive dical expertise.
Then, when she first t him, he had even asked her grandfather to examine the bruises on his chest.
Given his dical skills, how could he not know what ailnt that was?
Her face flushed as she secretly wondered, could he be so kind of exhibitionist who deliberately undressed for her to see?
Zhang Yang at her side clenched his fists tightly.
He thought to himself that it was a mistake to compare his shortcomings to the strengths of others.
He had to admit that traditional dicine indeed had great therapeutic effects on facial paralysis.
But he had not believed that Long Fei could restore normal facial nerve function with just one acupuncture session.
Now, it seed he had been careless.
The better the woman’s facial nerves recovered, the more painful it beca each ti Long Fei inserted a needle.
In the end, she had no choice but to tightly grip Long Fei’s arm.
As Long Fei pricked her with the needle, she would pinch Long Fei in return.
Within half an hour, Long Fei removed the needles and smiled at her gently, “Miss, you may open your eyes now!”
People around them let out a gasp, like they were watching a magic show.
They witnessed the woman’s half-twisted face gradually return to normal.
Even An Taiyan couldn’t help but express his admiration, “Brilliant!
Such dical skill, such technique, in all my life, it’s unheard of, unseen.”
Zhang Yang felt an urge to die and glanced back at An Xiaoke.
She, on the other hand, was beaming with joy, her face blooming like a flower.
“Is it done?”
The woman listened to the reactions of the people around her, her heart pounding furiously; she dared not open her eyes.
Long Fei comforted her, “That’s right, it’s already better.
Go back and get so sleep; tomorrow will be even better.”
He asked An Xiaoke to bring over a mirror for the woman to take a look at herself.
Disbelieving, the woman half-squinted her eyes as she carefully examined her own reflection in the mirror.
She raised her eyebrows and squeezed her eyes.
The half of her face that had initially shown no response was now completely restored to sensation.
The woman covered her face and, overwheld with emotion, burst into tears.
These past days, she had almost fallen apart.
It was unthinkable for her face to just suddenly be ruined; how could she not fall apart?
She got up, and without saying anything, hugged Long Fei and kissed him.
If it weren’t for the crowd, she might have even offered herself to him in gratitude.
An Xiaoke frowned slightly and quickly pulled her back, urging her, “Miss, please calm down a bit.”
The woman, wiping her tears, pulled out her wallet and hastily said, “Divine Doctor, na your price, I’ll pay whatever it is.”
In truth, she didn’t have much money, but she was so emotional that she was willing to spend all her savings if needed.
Long Fei wiped the lipstick mark off his face and said with an awkward smile, “You don’t have to do that.
I told you at the beginning, it won’t cost anything.”
The woman disagreed and insisted on taking out the more than five hundred dollars from her wallet and placing it on the table.
After thanking him repeatedly, she left under the care of An Xiaoke.
Long Fei distributed the money to the people around him, telling them to buy so coffee for everyone to drink.
The surrounding employees cheered warmly, thinking that if he could beco a son-in-law of the An family, that would be wonderful.
At least, he was much more generous than Zhang Yang.
At this point, Zhang Yang’s face had turned completely black.
Long Fei asked him with a smile, “Doctor Zhang, do you still think our ancestors’ thods are just trash?”
Zhang Yang replied defiantly, “This is just you having good luck, encountering sothing you’re good at.
I don’t accept it.
I want to challenge you again.”
The people around them booed, feeling that this man really couldn’t accept defeat.
He was imdiately reneging on the agreent that had just been made.
An Xiaoke looked at him and exhaled a sigh of frustration, “Teacher Zhang, you’ve lost.
What else do you want?”
Zhang Yang ignored her and said arrogantly, “Bell’s palsy is ultimately a minor illness.
I still insist it can recover without treatnt, just over a longer period.
Do you admit that only Western dicine can treat tumors?”
Long Fei laughed loudly, his eyes filled with disdain.
A venerable professor who couldn’t accept defeat posed such a ludicrous question.
He retorted, “Are you talking about benign tumors, or malignant ones?”
Zhang Yang shouted, “You guys can’t handle even benign ones, what’s there to talk about malignant tumors?”
Long Fei scolded, “Zhang Yang, you also have yellow skin and black eyes like the people of Huaxia.
Don’t you feel ashad saying such things?
Traditional Chinese dicine has a history of thousands of years, while Western dicine has only a few centuries.
I admit, Western dicine has its rits.
But traditional Chinese dicine isn’t the useless residue you seem to think it is.
Your words show a serious lack of insight.
During the Three Kingdoms era, our dical sage Hua Tuo could perform surgery to scrape the bone and heal Lord Guan’s wounds.
He was even prepared to perform a craniotomy on Cao Cao to treat his cerebral thrombosis.
Tell , what was Western dicine like back then?
Wasn’t the entire Western Direction still in the barbaric Desolate Era?”
His words were a clarion call, bringing great comfort to all the traditional Chinese dical apprentices around him.
Zhang Yang’s face grew red as he continued to argue, “That’s just an exception and doesn’t represent all of traditional Chinese dicine!”
Long Fei snorted, “An exception?
Alright then, let ask you.
When it cos to treating cancer, Western dicine relies on chemotherapy, surgery to remove the affected area, after which the cancer cells might still spread, only prolonging the onset by a few years.
What about traditional Chinese dicine?
Do you not watch the news every day?
How many people have successfully fought off cancer because they used traditional Chinese dicine?
Are you blind?
Are these also exceptions?”
Zhang Yang broke out in a sweat, his voice lacking confidence as he said, “The dia is biased; there’s no scientific evidence for that.”
Long Fei laughed, “I see, I understand now.
You believe whatever the foreigners say.
You worship the techniques of the foreigners.
The heritage our ancestors left behind, in your eyes, is just trash, useless, right?”
“Isn’t it?”
Zhang Yang stared at him, trying to overwhelm Long Fei with his self-confidence.
“Bullshit, you’re such a sycophant, pathetically infatuated with anything foreign.
Traditional Chinese dicine values dialectical thinking and the integration of Western advances, continuously adopting new ideas from Western dicine.
And here you are, rejecting other disciplines.
Why don’t you ask your Western masters if they agree with you?”
Long Fei couldn’t help but curse, his words causing Zhang Yang to shiver.
Just now, Zhang Yang was persuasively bullying the old man, but now, facing Long Fei, he was completely crushed and passive as if he was a little child being scolded by a teacher.
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