That might have just been a brief moment of lucidity before his death.

Thinking about this made Xiaoqin feel sad again. She still really hoped that the patient could get better. When the stray bullet fell, he saved many people. He was a hero.

So even though she had her doubts, Xiaoqin quickly brought the silver needles from the dean's drawer.

Bai Yan dipped the silver needles in strong liquor and then heated them before inserting them into several important acupoints on the patient. As soon as the needles were firmly inserted, the patient immediately closed his eyes, and even his breathing began to slow down.

"You stabbed his vital point!" Xiaoqin pointed at Bai Yan and burst into tears: "You killed him!"

"You murderer!"

Bai Yan simply explained, "He's currently in a state of suspended animation."

His breathing was so faint that it couldn't be heard by hand, and his heartbeat was also very weak. The hospital director could only hear the heartbeat by placing a stethoscope on his chest. Although it was weak, it was still beating.

"Is this turtle breathing? Is the Taoist turtle breathing technique real?" The old dean asked, somewhat puzzled.

Bai Yan didn't explain: "Let's begin the surgery."

"oh oh!"

He had a puncture wound in his waist from a shell; the good news was that it avoided internal organs, but the bad news was that it was a penetrating wound. Without surgical cleaning of the wound, even penicillin injections wouldn't help.

Fortunately, the patient was in a state of apparent death, so the surgery would not be delayed due to pain.

Two assistants held up the flesh, while Bai Yan scraped away the necrotic tissue with a scalpel, instructing as she continued, "Do you have any anti-inflammatory medication?"

"What the hospital is lacking right now is hemostatic drugs and anti-inflammatory drugs," the former hospital director said.

“Traditional Chinese medicine is also acceptable,” Bai Yan said.

The old dean immediately said, "Tell me, I'll have someone go buy it." He then immediately turned to the boy standing to the side and said, "Xiao Meng, take a piece of paper and write this down."

"OK!"

Bai Yan named several Chinese herbs and then asked him to buy a clay pot. She then showed him how to boil them into a broth right there in the operating room.

About an hour later, the surgery was completed, and the medicine was ready.

Bai Yan then drew the cell restoration fluid she had stored when she left the previous world into her fingertip and dripped a drop into the medicine.

In the later decades of her previous life, the unpublished reduced cells she purified had reached a level capable of bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bones.

Of course, she can save people now, but she doesn't have much stored up. If there are other ways to save them, there's no need to waste cell fluid. Secondly, people's hearts are fickle.

It's enough for her to know this alone right now.

After washing the wound with a medicinal solution mixed with cell-reducing fluid, Bai Yan scooped out the medicinal herbs from the bottom of the casserole and then evenly applied them to the wound with white gauze.

"Why did you use medicine residue to plaster it on?" Xiaoqin couldn't help but ask again.

Bai Yan said, "This contains Chinese medicinal herbs such as Panax notoginseng to reduce swelling and relieve pain. You can apply it continuously for the next seven days."

Immediately afterwards, Bai Yan removed the silver needles, and the man, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly exhaled.

"Ah... ahh, it hurts so much!" He was in so much pain that his cries were incredibly loud, making people's eardrums hurt.

But neither the old dean nor Xiaoqin found it noisy.

Is it alive? It really is alive!

"Has my intestines been ripped out? I'm in hell! It hurts so much!" he howled, when a bowl of bitter, dark medicine was brought to him: "Drink it."

"ah?"

Bai Yan urged, "Drink it quickly."

Xiaoqin was also stunned. Weren't those medicines the medicine that had fallen off when she was cleaning her wounds and that she had caught?

This...can be reused?

But she didn't dare ask. She could already tell that the young girl in front of her was a real expert. She had just called her a conman, and she felt so embarrassed.

Generally speaking, it is indeed unusable, but it contains cell-reducing fluid, which can kill most bacteria, so Bai Yan couldn't bear to waste it.

"You're all better now, it's this..." Xiaoqin hesitated for a moment, "The miracle doctor saved you, you should drink your medicine quickly!"

Only then did the patient realize: Pain? Pain is a good thing! He's alive!

"I'll drink it, I'll drink it!"

He took the medicine from Bai Yan and gulped it down.

Xiaoqin closed her eyes, too afraid to recall how the miracle doctor had used those medicines to wash those dirty wounds.

Unexpectedly, after drinking all the medicine, he stopped crying out in pain, smacked his lips, and said, "It's so bitter." Then he fell asleep on the operating table.

This is the cellular fluid repairing his body.

“It contains tranquilizing ingredients, which can relieve pain. After he wakes up, continue to boil the medicine according to my prescription and apply it externally to the wound,” Bai Yan said.

“Okay, doctor!” Xiaoqin said immediately.

...

After coming out of the operating room, the old hospital director looked at Bai Yan and said, "Young lady, your family practices traditional Chinese medicine, right? I've seen skilled old Chinese medicine doctors perform acupuncture before, but none of them were as steady as you."

It must be a family heirloom, no doubt about it!

Having been passed down for five thousand years, traditional Chinese medicine naturally has its reasons.

Unfortunately, many traditional Chinese medicine families have passed down their knowledge through generations, and some even have rules against passing it on to outsiders, which has led to the loss of many techniques and prescriptions in the long river of history.

Bai Yan could only say, "I've read a few medical books at home and learned some things."

The old dean, thinking she was being modest, took off his glasses and said, "I was unaware of your greatness, and I apologize to you."

Bai Yan quickly helped him up. When she revealed her strength, the dean had already fully cooperated with him.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Bai Yan."

"Then... Miss Bai, could you please join the hospital?" The old director looked at her hopefully: "The hospital is currently very busy with patients, but our Western medicine is far from sufficient. There are many Chinese medicines available in the city, and this place is located near the mountains, where many herbs grow. If you need our help, our hospital will provide full support."

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