Chapter 778 After the temporary sobering training ended, the members of the technical team gradually became proficient at operating the foreign machine through repeated experiments under Lu Qingyang's guidance.
When everyone starts operating it, they'll be flustered and clumsy, but by the time they become proficient, they'll be able to apply it effectively.
Finally, they welcomed their first official patient, Mr. Fang.
It took quite a bit of effort to get the old man to lie down on that movable scanning bed.
Lu Qingyang leaned close to his ear and whispered mysteriously, "Grandpa, we're going to do an exercise today. We'll ride in a new kind of plane and scout out enemy positions in the clouds. You'd better lie down comfortably."
Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Master Fang's cloudy eyes. He obediently lay down, muttering, "I guarantee I'll complete the mission."
As the scanning bed slowly started up, carrying the old man, it slid into the circular ring.
In the control room, Old Mrs. Fang unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, and Fang Zhongwen held his breath.
They were isolated on the outside and had no idea what was going on inside.
The machine emitted a deep hum, which was clearly audible in the quiet room.
Lu Qingyang stood in front of the control panel, his fingers steadily pushing the joystick, while Shen Mo stared intently at the still rare display screen, her eyes blinking rapidly.
After quickly finishing the filming, Mr. Fang only felt a flash before his eyes.
Fortunately, she remained calm and, believing she was on the plane, did not move around.
After the filming was finished, Mr. Fang was still remarking, "Wow, this plane is really something."
Afterwards, Fang Zhongwen took his family to rest, while Lu Qingyang and the others began to analyze the footage they had shot.
The dark, regularly shaped shadow of the shrapnel stood out starkly against the black-and-white image.
"It's consistent with Dr. Chen's description. It's located very deep and right next to this critical functional area... Look at the slightly lighter shadow around it; it could be long-term mild edema or adhesion."
Shen Mo's palms were sweating as she watched. With her knowledge of anatomy, she could clearly identify the normal brain structures that had been squeezed and pushed apart.
This thing is like a landmine that has been buried for four years. Although it is silent, its very existence is constantly interfering with the normal functioning of the brain.
"It's located too deep, and it's right next to the vital centers and critical functional areas." An elderly professor with gray hair pointed to the location of the shrapnel on the shrapnel with a pencil.
"The surgery itself is like walking a tightrope on the edge of a cliff. The success rate... is not optimistic. Given the gentleman's current age and physical condition, we must carefully consider the risks of direct surgery."
A brief silence fell over the room, the risk of surgery weighing heavily on everyone's mind like a boulder.
At this moment, another elderly expert, wearing glasses and with a more refined demeanor, slowly spoke up. He was one of the few experts in the institute who had done considerable research on traditional Chinese medicine:
"Since a direct assault is too risky, could we consider a different approach, such as encircling and annihilating them, or consolidating our strength first before eliminating the enemy?"
Looking at everyone, he continued to explain, "My idea is to try a path that combines traditional Chinese and Western medicine, and under close monitoring, use traditional Chinese medicine to regulate the body first."
He elaborated: "The idea is to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis in order to improve the microcirculation in the brain and reduce the long-term edema or adhesions that may exist in the tissues around the shrapnel; at the same time, he supplemented it with herbs that clear the orifices and refresh the mind, hoping to help improve the old man's cognitive state."
The goal isn't to eliminate shrapnel, but rather to stabilize or even improve the brain's internal environment through conditioning, enhancing its compensatory abilities. If the conditioning is effective and bodily functions improve, it may create better physical conditions and reduce some risks should surgery be needed in the future.
This relatively conservative yet insightful new idea prompted many in the audience to reflect.
Lu Qingyang listened attentively, weighing the pros and cons of radical surgery versus conservative treatment.
놛 felt that the old professor's words made sense. Rather than taking a huge risk to carry out an operation with an uncertain outcome, 놊 should first try to stabilize the situation and consolidate the foundation.
After returning home, Lu Qingyang told Grandma Qinhe about this information.
"At least we can see that Grandpa's life is not in any danger, but he needs some time to recuperate. We'll have another CT scan after a while. Also, there's no such surgery in China... and the surgeon hasn't been confirmed yet."
Fang Zhongwen patted Ng on the shoulder, "You've done a great job."
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After the consultation, Shen Mo, taking into account the basic principles agreed upon by the experts and her careful observation of her grandfather's constitution, began to prepare the traditional Chinese medicine.
Danshen and Ligusticum striatum are powerful herbs for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and are responsible for improving cerebral microcirculation.
Acorus tatarinowii and Polygala tenuifolia are two herbs used to open the mind and refresh the brain.
Astragalus, wolfberry, tangerine peel, and prepared licorice root: Astragalus replenishes qi and promotes the circulation of the medicine; wolfberry nourishes yin and balances the dryness of the blood-activating medicine; tangerine peel regulates qi and strengthens the spleen, preventing the greasy taste from affecting the stomach; prepared licorice root harmonizes the effects of the other medicines.
These medicinal herb spaces are all made of usable space, and they've even been filled with spiritual spring water.
Master Fang looked at the bowl of dark brown medicine, wrinkled his nose, and shook his head vigorously.
"Hey, what is this thing? It's all black and smells weird."
The whole family took turns helping.
Grandma Fang held the bowl, coaxing her like a child: "You have a cold, you need to drink medicine to get better, drink it quickly."
The old man was skeptical: "I'm not sick, I'm perfectly healthy, that's why I drank it."
After saying that, the person disappeared. The whole family searched for a long time, and finally Lu Qingyang found the person in the attic.
"Sir... Company Commander Lu, you should take this medicine."
Master Fang slowly turned his head, looked at Sun, and without resistance, reached out and took the bowl.
She didn't need to be coaxed like before; she just frowned slightly and then slowly drank the bowl of bitter medicine without saying a word.
She handed the empty bowl to Lu Qingyang, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke: "Qingyang, can you do me a favor?"
From what Lu Qingyang heard, it seemed that his grandfather's mind had temporarily returned.
“Grandpa, you said that only D&D can do it.”
“I know, when I was in bed… my mind was clear, like I was dreaming, but some things I had forgotten before have come back to me these past few days. I’m getting old, and my legs aren’t as nimble as they used to be, so I can only entrust this matter to you.”
As she spoke, she bent down, trembling as she opened the camphor wood box, took out a notebook carefully wrapped in kraft paper from the bottom, and solemnly handed it to Lu Qingyang.
Turning to the title page, one finds handwriting in fountain pen. The characters are slightly blurred due to age, but the writer's seriousness and dedication are still evident.
It was a long list of names, each followed briefly by its place of origin, with notes such as "machine gunner," "messenger," and "bugler." About a third of the names had a bright red "께께" drawn in front of them.
"This is……"
"This is our company, the brothers who fought together back then. The ones marked with '꽗' are... those who couldn't come back together."
Unconsciously, her fingers caressed the names, her voice low and deep: "I used to think that after the war was over and peace was restored, I would find them one by one and bring them home."
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