Wood-type abilities are no less effective than spiritual powers in promoting tissue regeneration, but spiritual powers have many other uses that wood-type abilities cannot match.
For example, a calculator and a computer are similar in terms of simple digital calculations, but a calculator does not have functions such as information search and audio and video entertainment, and its comprehensive capabilities are not as good as a computer.
Qingshan can use his spiritual power to directly observe the wound. Qingshan named this ability "Clairvoyance", while wood-type mutants must rely on medical instruments.
Qingshan can precisely control his spiritual energy, allowing him to unleash healing powers over large areas, target specific organs, and even stop bleeding in a single capillary vessel. Wood-type psychics, if their abilities reach a certain level, can also achieve this. Unfortunately, no other wood-type psychic has yet achieved this, not even Bai Hezheng, the foremost wood-type psychic in China.
In addition, spiritual power can also dissolve tissue. Qingshan used the dissolution technique when treating Mrs. Gao's lymphoma. However, at Qingshan's current level, dissolving a tissue the size of a corn grain at a time is already the limit. If he overloads his spiritual power, Qingshan will experience a rapid heartbeat and dizziness.
In Tuanzi's words, performing the dissolution technique requires a significant amount of spiritual energy. The vast amount of spiritual energy from the medicine bracelet pouring into Qingshan's body is more than her mortal body can handle. The only solution is to wait until Qingshan grows a bit older and improves her physical fitness so she can perform the dissolution technique more often. Therefore, when Qingshan removes necrotic tissue from her patients, she still chooses to use medication to dissolve it. It's not that she doesn't want to use spiritual energy, but rather that she lacks the energy to do so.
Qingshan saw that Batur had four round scars on his neck and throat, with one set on each side of his Adam's apple, in the shape of four fangs of a canine.
Qingshan used his spiritual power to examine Batur. His larynx showed obvious signs of fracture and healing. He probably didn't receive professional treatment after the injury, so it was obviously deformed. It must have been shattered into several pieces by the wild wolf. Qingshan marveled inwardly: How could he survive such a fatal injury? The vitality of people with special abilities is really extraordinary!
The recurrent laryngeal nerve controls the muscles of the throat, allowing the vocal cords to vibrate and produce sound. Qingshan's eyes, like a X-ray machine, clearly saw a small section of Batur's recurrent laryngeal nerve buried in the larynx. Qingshan speculated that when the larynx fractured, the nerve passed through the crack. As the fracture healed, the nerve was encased in the healed bone. This encased nerve prevented the vocal cords from vibrating naturally, so even Batur's coughs were merely movements, without sound.
Batur was injured when he was 8 years old. Almost 20 years have passed. I don’t know if his nerves have atrophied and degenerated. Qingshan plans to test it.
"Batur, I'll use a needle to stimulate your nerves and see how active they are. Cooperate with me later. If you can make a sound, there's a chance of recovery. If not..."
Seeing the embarrassment on Qingshan's face, Batur smiled innocently and made a few quick gestures, indicating that Lei Bei should translate.
"Batu told you to try it without worry, and that the result doesn't matter. He's already prepared to be unable to speak for the rest of his life!"
The expression on Rebe's face was a little gloomy. Batu had once said that he loved singing as a child. Although he couldn't sing now, whenever he saw Mongolian singers on TV, Batu would envy them and clap along. Rebe hoped that Batu could also express the joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness of a Mongolian man through his singing, but he didn't know if a miracle would happen.
Using the tactical pack as cover, Qingshan retrieved nine needles from the space, picked out the long needle, and thrust it into Batur's larynx. He placed the needle just above the section of the recurrent laryngeal nerve buried in the larynx, using his spiritual power to dissolve and soften the larynx while using the sharp needle tip to peel back the softened bone.
The nerves are thinner than a hair, so Qingshan had to concentrate and not be careless at all. It took Qingshan half an hour to pick a small piece of bone just a few millimeters.
At this time, Qingshan's dissolving technique had reached its limit, and fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead and nose. Fortunately, this section of nerve was not buried very deep. After Qingshan's treatment, it was no longer completely wrapped in cartilage, and one side was exposed.
Qingshan used his spiritual power to nourish this delicate nerve and prayed silently in his heart.
"Batur, say 'ah'——."
“…………Uh—ah—!”
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