He had used this thod before, and now employing it again, he was even more adept. His speed was so remarkable it hardly seed like dical treatnt, especially the speed of needle insertion, which seed almost playful.
The family mbers watched Du Heng perform acupuncture; his movents were like a juggling act. Their hearts pounded, but they dared not make a sound for fear of disturbing him.
As for the doctors who had co to learn the treatnt of stroke, they knew Du Heng was skilled in acupuncture.
But now, seeing Du Heng wield the needles with such swiftness, yet with unerring accuracy at each point and employing the most suitable technique, was difficult for them to accept.
Everyone was of a similar age; so were even older than Du Heng. They could accept his high level of theoretical knowledge, attributing it to his sharp mind and aptitude for studying; that much, they could tolerate.
But now, discovering his practical skills far surpassed their own, leaving them feeling as if they were in the dust, was much harder to accept.
Among them, so held the title of traditional Chinese dicine practitioner. However, when it ca to acupuncture—a highly technical skill—they might not even be able to locate all the acupoints correctly, knowing only so basic theories.
Watching Du Heng’s dazzling performance now, they felt as if they had wasted years of their lives.
Du Heng paid them no mind, nor did he have the ti to. He wasn’t showing off either, because the faster the patient’s intracranial pressure was relieved and the hemorrhage stopped, the better the recovery would be.
So, as soon as the first round of treatnt was completed, Du Heng straightened up. Taking a mont to catch his breath, he exchanged the three-edged needle for a fine needle to begin the second round of treatnt.
Working from top to bottom, he used a fine needle to forcefully stimulate GV-25, philtrum, PC-06, ST-36, ST-40, and KI-01, concluding with a strong stimulation on the patient’s healthy side.
The sole purpose of this was to guide the blood downward and help the patient regain consciousness quickly.
By the ti he finished, a light sheen of sweat had appeared on Du Heng’s forehead.
At this ti, Director Cao of the Internal dicine Departnt had already arrived in the hospital room. Seeing Du Heng finish the treatnt, he asked quietly, "Dean, what should we do now?"
Du Heng exhaled softly and then said, "Just administer the standard treatnt for cerebral hemorrhage. There are no other special requirents."
Director Cao nodded gently and then went forward to check on the patient’s current condition.
When Du Heng saw Director Cao approach, he said to the other doctors in the hospital room, "Remind at four in the afternoon; I need to co back to give the patient another acupuncture session.
Also, tell Wu Buwei not to administer any Chinese herbal dicine to the patient during this period, other than the injectables I just ntioned.
As for Director Cao’s dication, don’t interfere. Just follow Director Cao’s arrangents."
After giving these instructions, Du Heng stood aside. Once Director Cao finished examining the patient and began to review the examination reports, Du Heng stepped forward to check on the patient again.
However, after this check-up, Du Heng said nothing more and simply turned and walked out of the hospital room.
But he didn’t return to his office; instead, he headed towards the Gynecology Departnt.
His first words to Gao Qin were, "Director Gao, what’s the current situation here?"
Gao Qin gave a bitter smile. "Both of them lied yesterday." Then she recounted what had happened.
Du Heng felt utterly frustrated. They’re really playing with fire, he thought.
However, after the madness, they would face a punishnt they would regret for the rest of their lives.
As for Qi Xiaoqing’s husband, there wasn’t much to say. The two were supposedly in love, had discussed the matter openly in front of Qi Xiaoqing, and he apparently didn’t care about being HIV-positive.
Yu Zhiwei’s wife, however, would have to live cautiously for the rest of her life. The slightest misstep could lead to a recurrence of her infection or contracting other viruses.
In her condition, she had virtually no immune resistance remaining.
More importantly, while her current condition was controllable, the risks associated with pregnancy—both for her and for a child potentially carrying the virus—would be exceptionally high.
Yu Zhiwei would likely choose not to have children for the sake of their potential health.
It was even more probable that Yu Zhiwei would choose to divorce her.
Du Heng sighed softly. He made no comnt on their private lives, rely asking Gao Qin quietly, "Director Gao, do they both want to receive treatnt?"
Gao Qin shook her head. "Things were a bit chaotic just now, and the news was quite explosive. Neither of them has ntioned whether they want to receive treatnt."
Du Heng fell silent for a mont, wondering if he should see things through to the end and help them resolve everything at once.
But just as he was about to speak, the door of the office behind him was suddenly pushed open.
"Director Gao, Qi Xiaoqing and her husband got into a fight! Qi Xiaoqing stabbed him!"
The person who burst in, agitated, was the nurse Gao Qin had assigned that morning.
Only after the nurse finished shouting did she notice Du Heng was also in the office. Realizing her loss of composure, her face instantly paled.
But Du Heng had no ti to concern himself with the nurse.
His expression changed, and he hurried out.
Qi Xiaoqing had stabbed soone—and it was her HIV-positive husband. Du Heng couldn’t help but panic.
Setting aside the assault itself within the hospital, if the weapon used to stab him then injured soone else, causing the virus to spread, the trouble today would be imnse.
Seeing Du Heng sprint out, Gao Qin suddenly realized the severity of the problem.
The nurse was unaware of the man with glasses’ condition, as was the intern. Therefore, the nurse had simply rushed in to report that soone had been injured.
But the intern is still in there!
What if the young man gets flustered, rushes in too quickly, and gets scratched...
In those few short seconds, while Du Heng was fraught with anxiety, Gao Qin felt as if her heart was about to explode.
Buddha, please protect us! she silently prayed, then sprinted out after Du Heng.
Please, don’t let anything happen, she thought. If sothing truly goes wrong, I, Gao Qin, am finished today.
She hadn’t clearly explained the patient’s situation to the doctors and nurses. For such a serious incident to occur in her departnt, she, whether as the attending doctor or the Departnt Director, would be considered derelict in her duty.
Qi Xiaoqing had gone berserk, a hundred tis more frenzied than when she had learned about her syphilis the previous day.
She was now clutching a pair of small scissors, the kind nurses commonly used, its tip stained with a trace of blood, and she waved them relentlessly.
If the intern and several other nurses hadn’t been restraining her, holding her arms, she would have already lunged at the man with glasses.
"You bastard! You animal! I thought you were an honest man! I thought you just loved your job and were too tired from working every day to be affectionate with !
No wonder you and your mother were always on my case, pestering to have your child!"
Qi Xiaoqing struggled fiercely, the scissors in her hand flailing dangerously close to those restraining her. "Let go! I’m going to kill this beast!"
Across the room, in a corner, the man with glasses clutched his injured hand, sheltered behind a burly male nurse. Both of them stared coldly at the frenzied Qi Xiaoqing.
Their expressions were as if they were watching a stranger, or soone with a ntal illness having an episode.
This detached reaction, however, only fueled Qi Xiaoqing’s agitation and fury, causing her to struggle even more violently.
Reaching the doorway, Du Heng watched Qi Xiaoqing brandishing the scissors wildly. His heart seed to clench with every reckless swing, and a tremor ran through his entire body.
"Stop! What do you think you’re doing?" Du Heng shouted sharply, then looked at Qi Xiaoqing and said, "Qi Xiaoqing, do you realize you’re committing a cri?"
His sharp rebuke instantly silenced the room, and all eyes turned to Du Heng.
Just as Qi Xiaoqing, after a brief mont of distraction, was about to erupt again, Du Heng quickly softened his tone. "Qi Xiaoqing, it’s not worth it. You’re still young, and so beautiful. You mustn’t do anything foolish."
Du Heng was the Dean and her attending doctor; his words carried natural authority. This sudden, gentle persuasion caused the humiliated and enraged Qi Xiaoqing to finally break down.
"Doctor Du, this bastard... he..."
Du Heng slowly approached Qi Xiaoqing’s side. "Really, Qi Xiaoqing, you have to believe . Your illness is not a problem for . I will help you beco a normal person again.
To ruin the good days ahead of you for a mont of anger—it’s not worth it. It’s really not worth it."
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