After listening, the group of senior experts exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.
Lin Yang led a group of senior experts into a ward.
Inside the ward, a boy who looked quite young lay there, his face pale, with a ventilator attached to his face, so he was exhaling more than he was inhaling.
"Please go first."
Lin Yang smiled faintly and gestured for him to proceed.
The expert surnamed Fan was the first to step forward and take the boy's pulse.
About ten minutes later, one of the experts couldn't hold back any longer.
"Old Fan, are you feeling better yet? You're slower than someone who's constipated!"
The expert surnamed Fan's face darkened.
"If you're so capable, then you come and treat me!"
The expert was clearly a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine. After listening to what Expert Fan said, he strode forward, while several other Western medicine experts surrounded the medical records, pointing and commenting.
"This disease is incurable. At most, we can extend his life by a couple more days. Some hormone medications might be able to prolong his life by two days."
"But his body was too fragile; the hormone drugs would only hasten his death."
"This child is beyond saving, it's such a pity."
The same thing happened on the side of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. A group of practitioners surrounded the boy, taking his pulse, examining his tongue and eyes, and their brows were all furrowed.
"Kid, you're not deliberately making things difficult for us, are you? This kid is clearly hopeless."
The old expert, surnamed Yang, said angrily.
"Exactly, exactly! This child's pulse is almost gone. How can we diagnose a terminal illness?"
"Are you trying to compete with us to see whose plan can extend this child's life by a little?"
Lin Yang's expression remained unchanged. After listening to the group of experts' anger, he smiled slightly.
"Just because you can't cure it doesn't mean I can't."
Lin Yang spoke with an arrogant expression, his eyes sweeping over the crowd like lightning.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Do you really think you can bring the dead back to life and heal bones?"
“We know you want to prove yourself, but this patient seems hopeless.”
"What a waste of our time. If we had known you were all talk and no action, we wouldn't have come."
A group of experts pointed and whispered among themselves at Lin Yang, not believing a word he said.
Lin Yang's expression remained unchanged; he had already taken out silver needles at some point.
"Are you going to use acupuncture, a traditional Chinese medicine method?"
The traditional Chinese medicine doctor surnamed Fan frowned at Lin Yang, his face full of disapproval.
"Although acupuncture can resolve some of the pathogenic factors, it cannot completely cure a person."
"Rushing into acupuncture could worsen the patient's condition, so don't do anything reckless, Lin."
Lin Yang ignored the TCM expert surnamed Fan, his expression calm as he focused intently on the patient, describing the patient's condition in a measured and unhurried voice.
"This patient has been frail since childhood, and a sudden viral cold a while ago made his already weak constitution even weaker."
"After recovering from the illness, I didn't take good care of my body, which aggravated my cold and caused pneumonia and pharyngitis."
"The virus spread throughout the body overnight."
"Countless viruses fought within his body while maintaining a balance."
This balance prevents the boy from dying suddenly, but also means he won't live long.
Because the sudden introduction of any drug could cause the virus in the teenager's body to lose its balance and die completely.
Before coming to the hospital in Linyang, the boy had received treatment at another hospital.
The hospital's actions merely prolonged the boy's death.
When the family brought the boy over, they had almost given up hope.
"And saving him is simple: just remove the virus and then stabilize the normal cells in his body."
Lin Yang's explanation was simple, but the expressions of the others present did not improve in the slightest because of it.
"You make it sound so easy. What kind of acupuncture technique can stabilize normal cells in the body and then draw out the virus?"
"That's outrageous! How could such a needle technique exist in this world?"
"Lin Yang, healing the sick and saving lives is not child's play."
A group of senior experts frowned and looked at Lin Yang, trying to stop him from acting recklessly.
"Since I dare to say I can cure it, it means I have absolute confidence."
Lin Yang's gaze swept over the crowd like lightning, and he smiled faintly: "If my treatment is ineffective, I am willing to pay with my life for him!"
Lin Yang's voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and resounding.
All the experts were shocked by Lin Yang.
After finishing his sentence, Lin Yang ignored the expert beside him, and the silver needles in his hand seemed to come alive, trembling and dancing incessantly.
This set of silver needle techniques was created by him based on the Flaming Mountain Needle Technique.
It is called a firework needle. Before use, the person holding the needle needs to rub it to warm it up, and then insert it into the patient's body when the tip temperature is the highest.
This needling technique requires the practitioner to have absolute control over the temperature of the needle tip and the timing.
Even a half-second error is unacceptable.
If anything goes wrong, the entire treatment process will fail.
The patient will also be beyond saving.
Unless you have absolute confidence in your own medical skills.
The silver needle was inserted into the patient's body, and just one needle restored the patient's complexion, which had been almost like that of a dead person, to the color that a normal person should have.
As Lin Yang inserted more and more silver needles into the patient's body.
The patient's breathing gradually became even, and finally, when Lin Yang removed the ventilator, the patient's breathing was not affected in the slightest.
Even the heart rate monitor next to it showed a more stable heart rate.
A group of experts were shocked.
"How is this possible?"
I don't know which expert said it without thinking.
Soon, his mouth was covered tightly by several hands nearby.
Lin Yang's treatment is ongoing.
His fingers were trembling slightly, but this did not affect the accuracy of his acupuncture technique.
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