Chen Qingshan nodded. In cases like Zhang Youcai's son's, acupuncture and massage can indeed be used to improve the microcirculation of the inner ear and promote the regeneration of auditory hair cells. However, the effectiveness of the treatment can only be known after seeing the patient.
"Okay, I'll go check him out this afternoon and see if he can be cured."
Chen Jianguo was still worried and told his daughter, "My daughter, if you are not sure, don't force it. The hospital can't cure Youcai's son's illness, so it's not surprising that you can't be cured. Dad has made up his mind. I will lend money to Youcai to get a cochlear implant. It's done early while the child is young so it won't affect his speech!"
Qingshan knew what Chen Jianguo was worried about. He placed the small teacup on the sea of tea and said, "Cochlear implants have a lifespan. They need to be replaced every six or seven years. It's not a long-term solution. Don't worry, Dad. I know what I'm doing and I won't do anything rash."
That afternoon, Chen Jianguo accompanied Qingshan to Zhang Youcai's home. Zhang Youcai's and Qingshan's old houses were separated by only two buildings, both serving as staff buildings for the Dafeng Factory, even sharing the same floor plan. Wang Xiufen looked haggard, completely devoid of the joy of a new mother. Seeing Qingshan coming, Wang Xiufen knew he was there to see her son. She held Qingshan's hand, saying nothing, tears streaming down her face.
Qingshan knew that she was treating him as a lifeline, so he patted her back and comforted her, "Sister Xiufen, don't cry first. Take me to see the child."
Wang Xiufen finally wiped her tears and led Qingshan into the inner room. The inner room was small, so Chen Jianguo and Zhang Youcai did not follow them in, but sat in the living room waiting for news.
Zhang Youcai's son, nicknamed Fatty, didn't have a full name yet. His face flushed as he slept in his crib. He was only a month old, but his features were already striking. He combined the best qualities of both Zhang Youcai and Wang Xiufen—a beautiful boy.
Qingshan summoned his spiritual power and carefully examined Pangdun's auditory nerves. He discovered that Pangdun's cochlear blood vessels were much thinner than those of a normal child, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the cochlea. The cochlear nerve also had fewer sensory neurons, but fortunately, the neurons were not completely absent. Although Pangdun's condition was not optimal, acupuncture and massage could stimulate blood vessel regeneration and increase the sensitivity of the central auditory nerve cells in the cerebral cortex, potentially restoring normal function.
Qingshan knew what was going on and his expression softened. He took Wang Xiufang to the living room and explained the results of the examination to them.
"Sister Xiaoshan, I don't understand what you mean by nerves and cells." Zhang Youcai listened to Qingshan's jargon-filled speech and didn't understand what it meant.
Qingshan smiled and said, "Brother Youcai, what I mean is that there is still hope for the little fat man's ears to recover to normal, but it is not clear to what extent it can be recovered. But I promise that he will not become deaf and dumb."
"Really?" Zhang Youcai and Wang Xiufen were so excited that they held each other's hands when they heard that their son's ear could be saved.
Chen Jianguo was worried when he heard Qingshan say this: "Ahem, Xiaoshan, please don't force it. The child is so young, how are you going to treat him?"
"Acupuncture and massage."
"Needle, acupuncture?"
"Well, I estimate that after three times, the child will be able to respond to the sound."
Zhang Youcai and Wang Xiufang were eager to cure their son's illness, so there was no reason for them to disagree. They immediately carried Pangdun to the coffee table and asked Qingshan to give him acupuncture.
Because he was treating infants, Qingshan chose the thinnest of the nine needle types. These are three inches and six fen long, with tips as sharp as mosquito bites. They are believed to strengthen the body and dispel negative energy. Modern acupuncture needles evolved from these needles. Qingshan selected the Ermen, Tinghui, Tinggong, Yanglingquan, Zulinqi, and Waiguan points, all of which are key acupoints for treating sensorineural hearing loss.
Qingshan let the spiritual power flow into Pangdun's body through the acupuncture needles, nourishing the tiny blood vessels and promoting the regeneration of neuronal cells. Pangdun had already woken up, staring at Chen Qingshan with wide eyes. Perhaps the spiritual power made him feel very comfortable, and he also gave Qingshan a toothless smile.
After the acupuncture, Qingshan used his fingers to massage the Yintang, Yiming, Fengchi, Baihui and Shaohai points in order. Xiaopang closed his eyes and grunted and bit his little fist.
Zhang Youcai and Wang Xiufang originally thought that their son was going to get a needle prick and would inevitably cry in pain, but the little fat boy looked like he was enjoying it. The couple, who had been worried for many days, finally smiled.
After the treatment, Qingshan promised to continue giving acupuncture to Pangdun tomorrow, and returned to Villa No. 8 with Chen Jianguo.
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