When Gu Youran was seventeen, she met Han Jingchen and fell in love at first sight. She knew him for eight years and loved him for eight years.
Han Jingchen had a car accident and was confine...
There was an uproar in the audience.
"What's going on? Why is Dr. Yamamoto's patient having problems again?"
"Is it fixed too hastily?"
"Dr. Gu's side is all done, but Dr. Yamamoto's side isn't finished yet!"
"How could this happen?" Takeo Yamamoto checked the patient's condition in a panic.
Gu Youran quickly walked into the glass room where Yamamoto was and carefully checked the young worker's injuries.
She said calmly, "You have ignored the patient's meridian damage. Forcible fixation will only aggravate the condition."
As she spoke, she reached out and pressed the young worker's ankle, gently pressing several acupuncture points with her fingertips.
"Here, and here," she pointed at the young worker's calf. "The meridians are damaged, and the blood circulation is blocked. We must clear the meridians first, and then set the bones."
Takeo Yamamoto stood there in a daze, and the syringe in his hand fell to the ground.
Gu Youran took out seven golden needles again and quickly inserted them into the patient's acupuncture points.
The needle tip vibrated, and the patient's expression gradually eased.
"It's OK now."
She gave it a gentle shake, and the patient's bones returned to their original positions.
The moment the bone stump returned to its original place was clearly shown on the big screen.
The audience burst into warm applause again.
"Dr. Tani is amazing! Not only did he cure his own patients, he also helped Dr. Yamamoto's patients solve their problems!"
"This is the true benevolence of a doctor!"
"Doctor Gu yyds! Traditional Chinese Medicine yyds!"
Gu Zimo stood beside Gu Youran, his eyes burning as he exclaimed, "This is the true essence of Chinese medicine! It's not just about treating the symptoms, it's about addressing the root cause!"
Dong Qingqing quickly pointed the microphone at Gu Zimo, "Professor Gu, could you explain Dr. Gu's treatment method in detail?"
Gu Zimo nodded. "The 'Seven Star Pain Relief Technique' and 'Returning Dragon's Nest' used by Doctor Gu are both unique skills recorded in ancient Chinese medical texts and have been lost for many years."
"Her treatment is not only fast and effective, but also avoids the side effects of medication, truly embodying the essence of traditional Chinese medicine."
Takeo Yamamoto sat dejectedly on the ground, with the metal bracket in his hand hanging limply to the side.
At this moment, he realized how big the gap was between him and Gu Youran.
The two people's bone-setting skills are not at the same level at all.
Hiroki Fujikawa looked at Gu Youran and looked at her carefully for the first time.
He murmured softly, "Is this what my grandfather called the 'Seven Star Pain Relief Technique'?"
Dong Qingqing raised the microphone and said excitedly, "Dear audience, in the second round, second match, Dr. Gu Youran has won! Let's give her a big round of applause!"
The audience burst into warm applause.
At the same time.
The CCTV live broadcast room was bustling with activity, and comments flooded the screen:
[My mother asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast]
[This acupuncture method is faster than anesthetic?!]
[Just came back from Baidu, and Youlong Guichao really exists! ]
【Dr. Gu yyds! 】
【This is the real Chinese medicine! 】
【Yamamoto Takeo lost with conviction! 】
Dong Qingqing smiled and raised the microphone. "This morning's competition is over. The afternoon's competition will start at two o'clock. Everyone..."
Before she could finish her words, Fujikawa Hiroki grabbed the microphone and said, "How about we have the third round now?"
He looked directly at Gu Youran, his eyes as sharp as a knife. "If Dr. Gu wins, I will admit defeat."
The staff pushed the bed in.
The middle-aged man on the bed had a sallow complexion, his belly was bulging like a six-month pregnant woman, and his breathing was so weak that the rise and fall of his chest was almost invisible.
Dong Qingqing walked quickly to the bedside, opened the medical record, and frowned more and more.
"This is... a patient with advanced gastric cancer. The tumor is 6.8cm in diameter and only 0.3mm from the hepatic artery."
Fujikawa Hiroki took out a gilded needle box from his pocket.
It opened with a "click" and nine silver needles were arranged neatly.
His slender fingers gently stroked the needle tip, his voice tinged with joking, "The rules are simple—"
"Dr. Gu can only use these to complete the tumor removal. Any self-prepared instruments are prohibited. If the amount of bleeding exceeds 200 ml, it will be considered a failure."
Li Ming suddenly stood up from the judges' seat, and the chair made a harsh sound as it scraped against the ground.
"This is so unfair!" He pointed at the holographic projection with trembling fingers. "The tumor is so close to a major blood vessel that even open surgery would be risky!"
Dongfang Hao also stood up and walked quickly into the center of the arena.
"These needles are only one-third as tough as surgical needles." He picked up a silver needle and gently bent it, and the needle immediately bent into a right angle. "They can't withstand the force of peeling at all!"
Gu Zimo also walked up to Gu Youran and said worriedly, "Doctor Gu, don't answer..."
There was an uproar in the audience.
"This is murder!" a middle-aged man shouted, slapping the armrest of the chair.
"No matter how powerful Chinese medicine is, you can't risk your life like this!" The girl with glasses tightly grasped her companion's hand.
"Fujikawa is trying to kill us!" The old man in the back row stomped his cane in anger.
In the guest seats, Minister Zhao stood up suddenly, not even taking the time to adjust his suit jacket, and said, "This is not in compliance with medical standards!"
General Tong slapped the back of the chair so hard that the teacup jumped up. "The Japs are going too far!"
Tong Jin quickly supported General Tong's arm, "Grandpa, don't get excited..."
He looked at Gu Youran in the field with concern.
Shi Zhengyang crossed his arms, frowning, and turned to look at his son beside him, "Heng'er, persuade your wife. This is too dangerous."
Shi Heng stood up and said, "Dad, I believe Youbao."
He looked at Gu Youran in the field, his eyes full of trust, "She never does anything she's not sure of."
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