"A procedure to eliminate blood clots without opening the skull?" Dean Miao once again displayed a look of surprise, exclaiming aloud.
Not only was the dean astonished, but the hospital’s nurses and doctors also couldn’t believe what they had heard. Especially Doctor Bi, who wore a disdainful expression on his face. Already resentful towards Lin Tian and being trained in Western dicine, the assertion seed to him utter fantasy.
However, this ti he did not dare to openly oppose it and could only mutter under his breath, "This young man, so ignorant of the real world, thinks he’s the ultimate expert because he can massage and manipulate. He starts spinning tall tales without a second thought. To remove this kind of intracranial blood clot, Western surgical intervention is indispensable."
He thought no one could hear him, but there were a few with keen ears in the monitoring room. Lin Tian heard every word clearly, yet he chose not to waste ti on such an individual. Zhang Lingyu also heard Doctor Bi’s scornful remarks, but neither of them said anything, maintaining their silence.
But a young nurse beside Doctor Bi heard him and turned to say, "Doctor Bi, I have attended a lecture by Dean Miao where he ntioned that with advanced acupuncture skills, it is possible to resolve intracranial blood clots."
The nurse’s voice wasn’t loud, but the other people heard her, suddenly focusing their attention on the two of them. Doctor Bi hadn’t expected a young nurse to dare counter his words, causing everyone to look their way.
Feeling everyone’s eyes on him, he found himself in a tight spot and had to clarify himself.
But believing his opinion to be correct, he calmly stated, "What high-level acupuncture? He’s just a young man who likely does not even know how to hold a needle, let alone discuss resolving blood clots. Are there any successful clinical cases? You can’t apply theoretical knowledge directly to clinical practice like that. Only Western surgical intervention can truly solve the problem."
Although his words were quite offensive, the young nurse didn’t know how to rebut his viewpoint; they had only attended lectures on the topic and couldn’t elaborate further.
The regular nurses working in the hospital had never heard of it, much less laypeople like Zhong Huiyun. It was hard for them to imagine that without surgical intervention, just through acupuncture, a blood clot could be eliminated. Was it so kind of magic trick?
"Doctor Bi, do not underestimate anyone, and don’t think all the capable ones are old fogeys. Western dicine isn’t omnipotent. No matter how skilled a surgeon is, performing a craniotomy will inevitably damage the intracranial tissue, which is unavoidable. Moreover, resolving intracranial blood clots through acupuncture does have successful case histories. Zi Yan, am I wrong in saying this?"
Dean Miao didn’t vigorously defend Huaxia dicine nor did he favor any side overly; he simply mildly explained the reasoning. His inclusive and broad-minded approach was sothing Lin Tian greatly admired.
But why did he ntion Zi Yan? Did she know sothing about this matter? Lin Tian was puzzled, confident in his ability to heal Zuo Hongyi, yet he had never heard of soone accomplishing this.
"Yes, my teacher perford such acupuncture and successfully resolved a patient’s intracranial blood clot without any complications," Zi Yan acknowledged with a nod.
Zi Yan’s teacher? Lin Tian was curious, wondering who her teacher might be, and if they also knew about the Nine Needle Technique Golden Scroll. However, Zi Yan didn’t elaborate on her teacher’s information, finishing her statent without further comnt.
"So, nothing is absolute in this world, you shouldn’t make careless judgnts about anything," Dean Miao took over and said seriously. "Let’s hear what our young friend has to say. Given his expertise in palace massaging through blood techniques, I believe he won’t boast."
Knowing that he must clarify the situation before being permitted to perform acupuncture, Lin Tian thought for a mont and said, "I have already examined Mr. Zuo’s injured area. He was knocked unconscious due to a heavy blow to the temple, which also caused intracranial bleeding."
All the doctors and nurses already knew this, so there wasn’t any surprise. Lin Tian didn’t mind and continued, "The temple is the weakest part of the cranial bones, located where the parietal bone, the zygomatic bone, the sphenoid, and the temporal bone et, known as the pterion. The thickness of human cranial bones varies, the thickest being one centiter, while the temple’s pterion is only one to two milliters, incredibly fragile..."
Lin Tian, like a seasoned teacher, detailed Zuo Hongyi’s injuries with a calm deanor, a slightly magnetic voice, and his good-looking face. This srized the young nurses, so of whom even started taking notes.
Xiao Manxuan and Xing’er rested their chins in their hands, staring unblinkingly at Lin Tian’s face. Zhang Lingyu’s clear eyes shimred with light, her thoughts unknown to anyone. Only Zi Yan kept smiling, her lips curled into a charming smile.
Lin Tian was not trying to show off, nor had he studied dissection, but when it ca to the structure of the human body, he believed, even compared to a surgical expert, he knew more. His X-ray vision was a hundred tis more powerful than a hospital’s CT scan.
He went on to say, "Given the temple’s vulnerability, yet housing an abundance of blood vessels including the middle ningeal artery and vein, if the temple is struck hard, the brittle bone might tear, damaging the internal blood vessels and causing intracranial bleeding, eventually forming a blood clot."
"How can my husband be treated to fully recover?" Zhong Huiyun asked anxiously, having realized the severity of her husband’s injury through Lin Tian’s explanation and now filled with even more hope.
"It’s a bit complicated to explain," Lin Tian thought for a mont, then simplified it, "It’s like if there’s a pile of mud in a river. If the water’s flow is slow and its volu low, it can’t disturb the mud. But if you artificially increase the water’s speed and volu, you can gradually dissolve and wash away the mud."
Although the taphor wasn’t elegant, it was simple and easy to understand. Not just the young nurses, but even laypeople like Xiao Manxuan and Xing’er nodded their heads, clearly enlightened.
Dean Miao nodded slightly, looking at Lin Tian with satisfaction, and said, "Young man, your instructional thod is impressive. We must have you give a lecture at the dical university when you have ti."
"Dean Miao flatters . I was just giving a simple example. It’s challenging to convince a patient’s family with anything too profound," Lin Tian replied nonchalantly.
He took Dean Miao’s remark as a joke. After all, as a high school senior, giving a lecture to university students at a dical college would probably astonish them.
But Dean Miao beca serious and said earnestly, "Young man, you shouldn’t think like that. In Huaxia, we have many old experts in dicine who possess unique skills, but sotis due to their own limitations in expression, their disciples cannot fully understand, and the skills aren’t completely passed down."
"After a few generations, these skills might disappear, which would be a trendous loss. Moreover, doctors need to explain as you did to persuade families and patients to cooperate with the treatnt. That’s ultimately saving a life."
This 𝓬ontent is taken from f(r)eeweb(n)ovel.𝒄𝒐𝙢
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