The golden needles emitted a dazzling light under the illumination of the operating light, like strands of needles tempered with cold air, making people's hair stand on end when they looked at them.
The girl's ten slender fingers lightly brushed over with her palm, and several fingertips had already been pulled out.
The next moment, those golden needles as thin as cow hairs all pierced into the patient's brain.
"Ah! What are you doing?!"
The people around were shocked. Several students screamed and rushed over to take the gold needle away.
But those golden needles were too thin to be held in hand, and now they had penetrated deeply into the nerve center of the brain, so they didn't even dare to touch them.
The old professor who performed the surgery also had a slightly changed expression, but he was not looking at the patient, but at the location where the girl was inserting the needle.
"Golden needle acupuncture points!"
Ye Lan on the opposite side raised his eyebrows when he heard this, with a hint of interest in his eyes, "I didn't expect you knew him too."
The old white professor nodded. "Of course. Your Chinese medical skills are ancient and well-established. Acupuncture is the most famous of these, and the golden needle acupuncture technique is a secret technique. I have tried to learn from the master several times, but was rejected because my qualifications were too low."
He frankly expressed his yearning for and affirmation of traditional Chinese medicine, and at the same time he was explaining it to Ye Lan.
But, "You shouldn't have taken action, because he is already beyond saving, and you will only be dragged into it and implicated." He wanted to remind the girl to stop.
However, Ye Lan remained unmoved. He even took the time to put on rubber gloves and surgical gown. After he was ready, he said, "I'll use the needle and you use the knife."
Work together on both sides and the work will not be tiring.
"What?" The old professor was stunned for a moment and hurriedly tried to dissuade him, "In this situation, there's no way we can move..."
Before he even uttered the word "knife", his words got stuck in his throat. His eyes fell on the big hole he had just opened, and he thought he was dazzled.
Because he saw that the intricate nerves were slowly moving away from the tumor, just like the orange peel on the top of an orange segment, finally revealing the bulging lump underneath.
"Okay."
When the girl's clear voice came over, the old professor's mouth was still wide open.
He raised his head like a fool, holding the scalpel and looking coldly at the person opposite him, "What on earth are you..."
What did you do?
However, the girl interrupted, "Time waits for no one, hurry up."
The old professor finally came back to his senses. Seeing the magical golden needles vibrating slightly in the patient's brain, he realized that the girl must be using some kind of martial arts to operate. He took a deep breath, picked up the scalpel and removed the tumor.
Once the blood vessels were moved away, the difficulty of the operation was greatly reduced, and the audience watching the live broadcast were amazed.
If it weren't for the synchronized images, they would never have believed that blood vessels could have the autonomous consciousness to contract and avoid accidents when a person falls into a coma.
No, it wasn't the human body's consciousness, it was the girl's golden needle that did it all.
It was not until the tumor was successfully removed that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"At least he's saved his life. It's a blessing in disguise." Countless students outside the stadium rejoiced, but when they saw the pair of bandaged eyes, they couldn't help but sigh, "Even with advanced technology, we can't restore his eyesight. He'll have to live as a blind man from now on."
However, things in this world are difficult to have the best of both worlds. With this result, even those who are lying in the hospital should be content.
Not only did the students think so, but everyone in the operating room also felt that the cleanup was over.
"Professor, should we start suturing next?" The student assisting from the side subconsciously glanced at the girl while speaking. He was clearly a top student in the medical department, but he inexplicably felt a sense of stage fright and uncertainty in front of the girl.
The surgeon looked at the amount of bleeding and the condition of the incision, nodded, and was about to respond when he heard a faint voice from the other side through the mask, "Let's deal with the eyeball first."
What?
Everyone was stunned again.
The professor frowned, glanced at the patient's tightly closed eyes, and said, "But his eyeball is completely damaged. It's basically impossible to recover."
In this case, there is no other option but to remove it.
Ye Lan didn't even raise his head when he heard this, and said in a calm voice: "Don't you have artificial eyes?"
Prosthetic eye.
That was the eye replacement technology invented by a genius professor at Seer Rose University more than ten years ago.
"How do you know..." The professor was surprised by the girl's knowledge of this technology, but he knew now was not the time to delve into it. So he changed the subject and explained, "The prosthetic eye can indeed completely simulate the eyeball, but we later discovered that the nerve endings in the eye are more sensitive than other brain nerves, making them difficult to repair. In cases like this where the eyeball explodes, the nerve endings in the eye will atrophy instantly, and even with a prosthetic eye, they won't be able to reconnect to the optic nerve on their own."
In other words, an artificial eye is just a decoration and has no practical use.
This technology could have caused a global sensation and won the Nobel Prize, but it ultimately failed and was buried in the sea, locked in the laboratory and gathering dust.
The old professor shook his head and sighed, but before he could finish his sigh, Ye Lan said calmly, "I've already mastered his nerve endings, you just pretend."
Hearing this, everyone was shocked again, thinking it was impossible.
However, when the machine scanned it, it was discovered that the optic nerve, which should have atrophied and died, was still stubbornly attached to the eyeball, wandering around looking for a new retinal reflection system.
The surgeon immediately perked up and gave instructions, "Send someone to remove the prosthetic eye as quickly as possible. Next, we'll proceed with the surgery to remove the necrotic eyeball."
"yes."
The morale in the operating room was boosted and everyone began to prepare intensively again.
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