Although the Respiratory Department is a Western medicine department and almost no one there believes in traditional Chinese medicine, nor do they have acupuncture needles, the hospital does have a TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine) department. Therefore, obtaining a set of acupuncture needles was quite simple. Soon, a nurse brought a brand-new set of needles. Although called "silver needles," they were actually steel. True silver and gold needles are rare these days; most so-called silver needles are actually made of steel.
However, the difference between steel and silver needles didn't matter much to Ye Xiu. At least in this case, it wouldn't make any difference. When the nurse handed him the steel needles, Ye Xiu immediately selected nine fine needles and began sterilizing them with alcohol.
I'll see if this so-called acupuncture can really save someone.
The doctors watching Ye Xiu seriously handling the fine steel needles all had a look of disdain in their eyes and sneered.
They had been scolded by Wang Yanchao for a long time, and they were all holding a grudge against Ye Xiu.
Wasn't this Ye Xiu the one who claimed he had a solution and confidence?
Didn't Director Wang believe in him?
In Director Wang's eyes, only Ye Xiu was capable, and they were all incompetent?
Now, they wanted to see if Ye Xiu failed, how he would explain himself.
They wanted to see if Director Wang would regret it!
The doctors were all sneering in their hearts.
Ye Xiu ignored their expressions; in fact, he didn't even notice them. His eyes were solely focused on the patient lying on the bed. In his mind, he was repeatedly recalling the acupuncture technique his mentor had taught him, going over every detail.
This technique was given to him by his mentor a month before his mentor passed away, claiming he had found it at an old book stall. But Ye Xiu was almost certain it wasn't that simple.
Once he got it, Ye Xiu was immediately fascinated by the technique. However, the complexity and subtlety of this acupuncture method were far beyond his imagination. From the time he obtained it until now, he had been studying it. Whenever he had the time, he would practice and think about it. But until now, he had only made some progress and could only perform some basic techniques.
At first, Ye Xiu wasn't very confident in this technique. His research was driven by a desire to overcome challenges and fully understand the technique rather than having high expectations for its clinical efficacy. However, as he systematically studied TCM after returning to China, he began to realize the value of this acupuncture method and understood that it had excellent clinical effects!
When thinking about how to save this patient, this acupuncture method came to mind first, as it seemed like it might work.
As for what he told Wang Yanchao about seeing a similar method in TCM records, that was just to boost Wang Yanchao's confidence. In reality, at least in the records Ye Xiu had read, there was no such method.
But for Ye Xiu, this was also a challenge. When he mentioned it earlier, he struggled internally, as he had never used this acupuncture method in clinical practice and had no successful experience.
He had planned to wait until he had more practice and a deeper understanding of the technique before trying it, but he hadn't expected to encounter such a situation today.
After considering all other options and finding none, he decided to boldly suggest this method to Wang Yanchao to grasp any chance to save the patient.
Stay calm!
I must stay calm!
There won't be any problems!
After sterilizing the needles and confirming the details of the procedure in his mind, Ye Xiu took a deep breath. His eyes showed a determined look as he raised the steel needle and inserted it into a pre-determined acupuncture point.
One needle, two needles, three needles...
One by one, the needles were inserted into the patient's chest, neck, arms, and the soles of their feet.
As the needles were inserted, Ye Xiu's expression grew more serious and paler. Wang Yanchao, Su Dongmei, and the patient's family members watched with bated breath, their faces tense with anxiety. They had no idea if Ye Xiu's acupuncture would work.
Meanwhile, the other doctors were sneering disdainfully.
This guy is just putting on a show! Pretending to be serious!
He's just sticking some needles randomly in the patient, acting like it's something important, even looking pale and sweating.
It's a pity he doesn't go be a quack doctor fooling ignorant people in the countryside or acting in a movie!
The doctors all thought Ye Xiu was just pretending. They didn't believe sticking a few needles here and there would really exhaust him or make him sweat, and they certainly didn't believe it would help the patient. They thought if it didn't worsen the patient's condition, that would be lucky enough!
"The patient's vital signs are stabilizing!"
Suddenly, someone in the ward exclaimed.
All eyes turned to the monitor at the patient's bedside.
"It's really stabilizing!"
Wang Yanchao and Su Dongmei's faces lit up with excitement, their hands clenched into fists. The patient's family members also showed expressions of excitement and joy.
It's really stabilizing?
The doctors in the ward stared at the monitor in disbelief.
How is this possible?
Sticking needles randomly like that actually saved the patient?
No, that's impossible.
It's unscientific.
This must be a temporary effect due to the needle stimulation. It will soon become unstable again.
They told themselves this, unable to accept the fact that Ye Xiu's acupuncture had saved the patient.
However, Wang Yanchao's next words shattered their last hope.
"The patient's vital signs have all returned to normal and stabilized! The patient is saved!"
After carefully checking the patient's condition, Wang Yanchao's face showed a hint of excitement.