Seeing that Lin Han and Jack were getting along well, the Yan family's father and son both relaxed.

After all, they are the bosses, and what they seek is more people to serve them.

It’s not about one doctor dominating the industry.

Although Jack had various titles when he was abroad, he was very humble in front of Lin Han.

Lin Han was also happy to teach him.

"Hegu, Yangxi, Shousanli, Shouwuli..."

Lin Han used his index and middle fingers to follow the meridian points on Yan's mother's arm, moving up a little bit, and explained to Jack:

"In traditional Chinese medicine, almost every part of the human body has a related acupuncture point."

Jack repeated awkwardly: "Xue Wei?"

"Acupoints!" Zhuang Yao corrected his pronunciation.

Jack studied it carefully several times before he learned the correct pronunciation.

"Then what?"

Afterwards, Lin Han took out the disinfected gold needles and used them to insert needles into the acupuncture points on Yan's mother's arm, chest, and back.

I watched as the 20-centimeter-long golden needle pierced into Yan's mother's skin, leaving only a few centimeters of the needle tip outside.

Jack's mouth dropped open.

He lay on Yan's mother's shoulder and looked left and right at the entrance of the golden needle, then asked Yan's mother:

"Madam, don't you feel any pain?"

At this time, in order to facilitate the acupuncture, Yan's mother was sitting in the **.

Two pillows were placed on her back to prevent her from being too weak to support herself.

Compared to when she vomited after eating just now, Yan's mother now looked much calmer.

She shook her head: "It doesn't hurt at all, it just seems to be a bit hot."

"Hot?"

Jack repeated it, but he couldn't understand how this burning feeling could cure the disease.

"Lin Han, can a burning sensation alone cure stomach cancer? All the golden needles didn't even pierce the stomach!"

Jack was puzzled and asked Lin Han with his hands spread out.

"Shh!"

Lin Han made a gesture to keep quiet, picked up the last golden needle, gently supported the back of Yan's mother's neck, and then inserted the golden needle along her throat accurately.

This action made Jack terrified.

He wanted to speak out to stop it, but was stopped by Yan Shi: "Jack, let Lin Han come first."

Jack really couldn't figure it out, but he just shook his head and stepped aside.

After Lin Han finished the acupuncture, he and Yan Shi adjusted Yan's mother's sitting position, and then pointed to the clock:

"About ten minutes."

Jack couldn't wait any longer. When Lin Han was disinfecting his hands, he walked up and directly questioned Lin Han's treatment methods.

"Yes, as a foreigner, I don't know much about Chinese medicine, but a 20-centimeter needle should not be inserted into the throat. Do you know how fragile the throat is? Even if there is a one-millimeter error, the patient may die!"

Lin Han nodded and carefully disinfected all five fingers.

"Don't worry, my needles can be accurate to microns. Although it looks like the needles are going down the throat, I'm actually piercing the acupuncture points near the throat, so don't worry."

"But……"

Before Jack finished speaking, Yan Qingshan and his son screamed.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Lin Han!"

"What happened to my mom?"

I saw that the mother was listless, with her head drooping and sweat dripping down her pale face.

The most horrifying thing was that she was vomiting.

Although Lin Han had prepared for vomiting in advance and placed a vomit bag in front of her.

But her reaction still exceeded everyone's acceptance limit.

Yan's mother hasn't eaten anything in the past few days.

I just vomited a lot.

So now, apart from the acid bile, everything else that is vomited out is very smelly, like ink-like filth.

Yan Qingshan and his son were a little anxious.

Yan Shi nervously grabbed Lin Han's arm and asked, "What happened? Save my mom!"

Jack still used Western medicine's method. He hurried to the bedside table, took out adrenaline and glucose, and prepared for first aid.

Lin Han just frowned and looked at Yan's mother's vomit.

After thinking for a while, he said, "It's not a big problem."

How could it not be a big problem?

According to Dr. Jack's judgment,

If a patient with advanced gastric cancer is unable to eat and vomits violently,

It is very likely that life has reached its limit.

If he is not rescued, he might die now!

"She needs rescue!"

Jack held up the adrenaline injection needle and pushed Yan Shi away without hesitation, wanting to give Yan's mother an injection into her heart.

Yan Shi was pushed aside. Looking at his dying mother, he was at a loss: "Lin Han, what should we do?"

Lin Han put one hand on Yan's mother's wrist, frowned and felt her pulse, and put his other hand in front of Yan's mother to prevent Jack from giving her the injection.

Seeing that after vomiting, Yan's mother looked ashen, with her head tilted back, only breathing out but no breathing in.

Yan Qingshan also became anxious: "Lin Han, save people first!"

Jack was even more anxious.

"Lin Han, it will be too late if we don't save them now!"

Under the anxious gaze of everyone, Lin Han finished taking the patient's pulse.

"Wait a little longer."

What?

If we don't rescue them, someone will die!

Cancer patients are not like other people.

If chemotherapy is carried out step by step, maybe I can live for about half a year.

But if Lin Han doesn't let people rescue now, Yan's mother will die now!

"We can't wait any longer! Adrenaline won't do her any harm!"

"At worst, you can give me the acupuncture again in a few days!"

Jack and Yan Qingshan said in unison.

Lin Han looked at Yan's mother whose face was turning paler and paler, and finally shook his head.

"The first time Hua Tuo used acupuncture needles, and the second time, are absolutely not the same thing!"

He rejected Yan Qingshan and Jack's proposal decisively.

"Mr. Yan! Since I dare to treat you, I will be responsible for your wife's life!"

"Stop disturbing me!"

Yan Qingshan's blood boiled: "You!"

You say you are responsible for your wife's life, but can you bear this responsibility?

Curing Yan’s grandson may not necessarily cure stomach cancer!

Cancer is the nemesis of mankind! If you, Lin Han, could really cure it with just an injection, would you still need so many doctors of medicine to study cancer every day?

Yan Qingshan's internal organs were churning with anger, but in the end he gritted his teeth and endured it.

yes.

Everyone knows that the survival period for gastric cancer is no more than half a year.

No matter how advanced Jack's medical skills are, he can only make his wife's life less tiring in the next six months.

But what about half a year later?

The wife is still going to die.

It’s better to give it a try and let Lin Han give it a try.

What if there is a miracle?

Now that it has been handed over to Lin Han, we can only leave it to him!

Yan Qingshan clenched his fists and dug his fingers deep into his palms.

Jack didn't have as many concerns as he did.

As a doctor, he only wants to save lives.

He pulled Lin Han away and gently pushed the syringe needle with his right fingers to expel the air.

Then he raised the syringe and aimed it at Yan's mother's heart.

“Huh…”

Suddenly, Yan's mother, who had been gasping for breath, took a long breath, and her dying body straightened up.

Her appearance frightened everyone.

Jack also stopped what he was doing.

Immediately afterwards, Yan's mother began to breathe heavily, and she stretched out her hands and pounded her heart and stomach several times.

"I'm dying of suffocation!"

Yan's mother said.