Lin Fan’s voice was rapid, “San Leng, Hong Hua, Wu Ling Zhi, Chi Shao, Dan Shen, Tao Ren…”
The young assistant noted down these medicinal ingredients and turned to run outside.
Lin Fan shouted from behind, “And bring another set of silver needles!”
“Alright!”
The young assistant responded, disappearing in a flash.
“Hmph!”
Feng Xiangdong snorted, “A traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, really thinks highly of himself.”
“This is an acute illness, I’ve never heard of TCM being able to treat acute illnesses.”
“Moreover, TCM is just stuff to fool people.”
“What era are we in, and there are still people who believe in TCM?”
His attitude was extremely arrogant.
A young, hot-blooded assistant immediately retorted, “TCM is a treasure developed over five thousand years of Chinese civilization, it naturally has a reason for its existence!”
“Tch, isn’t your master still coming to our Western medicine hospital to see a doctor now?”
Feng Xiangdong adopted a haughty stance and added, “You yourselves come to us, yet you say you believe in TCM? Heh heh!”
The young assistant couldn't argue with him and was so angry his face turned ashen.
At this moment, Song Shitu arrived.
“Dean, why have you come? It's nothing major, just these people making a scene unreasonably.”
Feng Xiangdong pointed at Lin Fan, “This person insists on treating the patient inside, and claims to be some miraculous doctor. I'm about to call security to escort him out.”
Song Shitu turned to look, and his pupils suddenly dilated.
“Divine Doctor Lin!”
His tone not only held surprise but also deep respect.
Feng Xiangdong was instantly stunned, the old dean actually knew this person and seemed to respect him. What was going on?
Lin Fan smiled, “Dean Song, you all seem to be at a loss regarding the patient inside. If it's possible, may I go in and try?”
Song Shitu looked at Feng Xiangdong, “Is that so?”
Feng Xiangdong stammered, “Director Luo is… still trying.”
“How long has the surgery been going on?”
“Six hours…”
“Then you can't handle it! Tell Luo Peng to go rest in the back! Let Divine Doctor Lin treat the patient!”
Finally, led by Song Shitu, Lin Fan entered the operating room and saw Sun Yinglun lying on the operating table.
Sun Yinglun had already been given anesthesia and had no sensory abilities. Various instruments were attached to him, emitting soft beeping sounds.
The surrounding doctors were extremely tense.
They were utterly shocked to see Song Shitu bringing in a stranger.
“Director Luo, you go rest. Let Divine Doctor Lin take over from here. The rest of you, follow Divine Doctor Lin’s instructions,” Song Shitu ordered.
Everyone was even more astonished.
Luo Peng was the best doctor in the hospital, and he was being replaced.
He became a director by accumulating decades of experience.
The medical profession is like this; experience equals everything. As long as there is experience, it equals skill. Therefore, most people judge a doctor’s skill level by their age.
Now, Lin Fan, a young man who looked to be only in his early twenties, suddenly appeared before them and was about to treat the patient, which they found laughable.
By what right could this young man replace Director Luo?
However, the order came from the dean, so they couldn't say much.
Luo Peng was old and had rich social experience, so he didn't ask any questions.
Besides, he had been operating for several hours and was very tired, so going to rest was a good thing.
As soon as Lin Fan stepped onto the operating table, he attracted everyone’s attention.
All eyes were fixed on him.
It was Lin Fan’s first time being watched by so many female nurses simultaneously.
However, he was not in the mood for idle thoughts and quickly felt Sun Yinglun’s pulse.
The next second, Lin Fan’s expression became serious.
Sun Yinglun’s liver disease had been present for at least twenty years.
The liver is the body’s metabolic organ and is closely related to digestive function.
In TCM, the liver belongs to Yin and is one of the important organs for regulating the balance of Yin and Yang in the body.
The prolonged illness had ravaged Sun Yinglun, causing problems in his other organs besides the liver.
Therefore, the surgery was difficult to proceed with.
It was precisely because Luo Peng did not know these things that he blindly operated, only to discover the problem halfway through, resulting in a dilemma.
To cure Sun Yinglun, one must first use medication to suppress the progression of his liver disease.
Secondly, acupuncture would be used to stimulate acupoints and slow down his body’s metabolism.
Finally, medication would be used for conditioning, and the symptoms would slowly disappear, restoring his health.
With the treatment plan in mind, Lin Fan immediately put it into action.
At this moment, the young assistant also brought the medicinal ingredients and silver needles.
On the operating table, Lin Fan first squeezed the medicinal ingredients into juice and applied it to Sun Yinglun’s liver, then sutured the incised wound.
This was his first time using Western medical tools, and suturing a wound was similar to sewing clothes, not difficult at all.
After doing this, Lin Fan began to display his true skill, inserting silver needles into various acupoints on Sun Yinglun’s body.
Witnessing this, everyone was incredibly shocked.
Song Shitu whispered in Luo Peng’s ear, “Old Luo, look at this… is it the Nine Yang Needle techniques?”
Luo Peng nodded, “I think so. I thought this acupuncture technique was just something the TCM association made up, I didn’t expect it to actually exist.”
The Nine Yang Needle technique stimulates nine major acupoints in the human body, all of which are extreme Yang acupoints, and can effectively stimulate the body's abundant Yang Qi.
This is used to harmonize Yin and Yang.
TCM places great importance on Yin-Yang balance, much like the Yin-Yang formations in Taoism. Only with absolute balance can the human body be in its optimal state.
“His acupuncture technique couldn’t have been acquired without thirty years of practice, yet he looks only in his early twenties!” Luo Peng was puzzled.
“There is only one possibility: he has an extraordinary talent for medicine!”
The more Song Shitu looked at Lin Fan, the more he felt that he should not be underestimated.
From any angle, this young man seemed to hide great secrets.
Lin Fan did not listen to the surrounding voices, he was diligently treating Sun Yinglun.
After the acupuncture therapy, a nurse suddenly exclaimed, “The patient’s various indicators are starting to stabilize!”
“This… is truly amazing!”
“It’s a miracle!”
“Who is this young man, how can he be so capable?”
The data on the medical instruments showed that Sun Yinglun was now as stable as a normal person.
Song Shitu sternly reprimanded, “Quiet! Divine Doctor Lin hasn't finished yet, don't disturb his focus!”
Everyone immediately fell silent.
“Phew~”
Lin Fan exhaled, “Dean Song, there’s no need to be so serious. Old Mr. Sun is fine now, transfer him to a ward to rest.” He then walked out of the operating room.
“Divine Doctor Lin, how is my master?”
“Is my master alright?”
Facing the surrounding assistants, Lin Fan hadn't spoken yet when Song Shitu spoke first.
“Everyone, the patient has turned the corner and is out of danger. Divine Doctor Lin is very tired from the surgery. Please let him rest, thank you!”