Chapter 49 Unwilling to Let Go

  At this time, Wu Youdao and the other two people's expressions were all the same, all very surprised and tense.

  Shenque hole is the navel eye, belonging to the Yang hole of Renmai, opposite to Mingmen hole, and also one of the most important acupoints in the human body. Some of its functions are more important than Taiyang hole and Yintang hole.

  All of these are not the point, the most important thing is that this acupoint has a very large speciality.

  Anyone who understands acupuncture or traditional Chinese medicine knows that the Shenshu point is suitable for moxibustion but not for needling, and can be treated with moxa stick, ginger-isolating moxibustion, or salt-isolating moxibustion, just cannot directly insert needles into it.

  As early as the Western Jin Dynasty, the ancient medical book "Huangdi Neijing" mentioned: Zhongji, also known as Shenque hole, also known as Qishe, is forbidden to be stabbed. If it is stabbed, people will suffer from severe vomiting and diarrhea, and even die of it.

  What is called "death from treatment" means that if you directly insert a needle into the Shendao point, it may directly kill the person.

  This is also a basic common sense, Director Ma and Dr. Yang, who don't understand traditional Chinese medicine, also know it.

  This was the reason why the three were so tense, Zhang Yang's needle was directly pierced into the Shendong acupoint, completely violating common sense, causing the heartbeats of the three to start accelerating.

  "Murder! He's committing murder! I'm going to tell Director Zhao!"

  When the needle was completely in, Zhang Yang lifted his body, and Dr. Yang shouted loudly, with a hint of anger on his face. In his eyes, Zhang Yang was just being reckless, he couldn't understand, nor could he comprehend.

  "Shut up!"

  Zhang Yang suddenly turned his head, sternly scolding a sentence. This Dr. Yang was too impetuous, at first doubting him was one thing, but now he had already started treating the patient and couldn't be disturbed. At this time, still chattering on and on, it made Zhang Yang unable to bear it any longer.

  Zhang Yang's loud shout was full of energy, and Dr. Yang stood there in an instant, while Director Ma and Wu Youdao were also stunned.

  "Wu Lao, I want to rest for 10 minutes, call me again in 10 minutes!"

  Zhang Yang sat directly on the chair in the ICU and closed his eyes. Wu Youdao looked at the patient lying on the hospital bed with silver needles all over his body, opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say anything.

  Dr. Yang's face turned pale and white in an instant, and he walked out of the ICU by himself in less than a minute.

  Director Ma looked at Wu Youdao with concern, he couldn't understand what Zhang Yang was doing either. He wanted to ask Wu Youdao something, but this wasn't the time for questions.

  Wu Youdao's face also showed some worry, and Zhang Yang's acupuncture was beyond his expectation. The Hegu acupoint was fine before, but the Shendao acupoint couldn't be directly needled, this is common sense that all traditional Chinese medicine acupuncturists know.

  Zhang Yang, with his eyes closed, was making the most of his rest time.

  Director Zhao's father, this time the situation is really not optimistic, even if it were his past life, he would also be very serious about such an illness and spare no effort in treating it.

  Continuous and concurrent illnesses of the same crisis, delayed treatment for so long, if he didn't have internal skills to assist him, and a unique ancestral skill, he wouldn't dare say such big words.

  But saying so also has the reason of being questioned and looked down upon by these people.

  Zhang Yang, even if he were from a past life, was a young doctor. Although he had a low-key personality, deep down he still had an air of arrogance. When these people saw him earlier, they almost all had disbelieving eyes. This kind of gaze made him very uncomfortable.

  Ten minutes passed quickly.

  Wu Youdao gently called out to wake Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang opened his eyes, got up directly, stretched out his hand and plucked each of the needles from the Yintang point onwards.

  This shot also pushed his inner energy back into the patient's body, and these illnesses could not be cured by just using needles, they had to be combined with his ancestral qigong.

  Unfortunately, his current qigong abilities are only half of what they used to be. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to wait for ten minutes; three minutes would have been enough to try again, and the grasp would have been greater, with a better therapeutic effect.

  "Darning needle?"

  Wu Youdao and Director Ma looked at each other, with a hint of confusion in both of their eyes.

  They knew that Wu Youdao himself understood a bit, but had never seen anyone use the acupuncture technique like this. Normally, acupuncture is mainly used for pain relief and facial rejuvenation, and no one has ever done it all over the body at once.

  After finishing, Zhang Yang's forehead started emitting white gas again. He sat back down, closed his eyes once more, and let Wu Youdao wait for ten minutes before calling him again.

  Zhang Yang's use of silver needles is not the traditional needle technique, to be precise, he uses this method to input his own inner energy to help with treatment. Now the patient's body is filled with his inner energy, and under the guidance of the silver needles, these energies will slowly disperse blood clots that modern technology cannot clear.

  Even if the inner energy dissolves these blood clots, it takes time. Zhang Yang now has to add energy every ten minutes, and almost every time he exhausts more than half of his inner energy, so he doesn't say a word, grasping for time to rest there.

  Time slowly passed by, and before I knew it, another half hour had gone by.

  In this half hour, Zhang Yang replayed all the silver needles three times. Each time he played, his face turned paler. The ten-minute rest was far from enough to recover the strength he consumed. In the last delivery of internal energy, Zhang Yang almost exhausted all his strength.

  This kind of massive consumption was something Zhang Yang hadn't experienced many times in his past life either.

  "Bang!"

  The door was suddenly opened, and Zhu Zhi-xiang, Dr. Yang, and Director Zhao all walked in. Director Zhao's face was full of anxiety, while Dr. Yang's had a cold smile, staring straight at Zhang Yang.

  Zhu Zhi-xiang looked a bit helpless, carefully closing the door before saying: "Director Zhao is worried, he wants to come in and take a look himself!"

  "It's okay, just come in and don't say anything, today's treatment will be over soon. The hospital director was working hard outside just now!"

  Zhang Yang turned his head and took a glance, softly spoke a sentence, then sat back in the chair, closing his eyes to rest.

  Zhu Zhi Xiang stared blankly at Zhang Yang's pale face, and suddenly felt an inexplicable complex emotion in his heart.

  Just now outside, he was indeed very hardworking. Dr. Yang told Director Zhao about Zhang Yang's acupuncture at the Shendong acupoint and explained its harm. Director Zhao wanted to rush in at that time, but was stopped by him.

  He repeatedly vouched for Zhang Yang, and after a long time of persuasion, Director Zhao was finally unable to bear his worries and entered the ICU with him.

  Even if they came in, they didn't go up and attacked Zhang Yang. This is the result of Zhu Zhi Xiang's efforts. At least Director Zhao still believed him, believing in Zhang Yang, it was just because time was too long and he was worried that he came in.

  These words, unclear to Zhang Yang in the ICU, were enough to warm Zhu Zhiyang's heart and make him feel that his previous efforts had not been in vain.

  At this time, Zhu Zhi Xiang's confidence in Zhang Yang had also increased a bit. In his heart, he really felt that Zhang Yang could change the outcome and achieve something unimaginable to others.

  "Zhang, Dr. Zhang, how's my dad?"

  Director Zhao looked at his father's body full of needles, and his eyelids couldn't help but jump up, but his voice was still very soft.

  Zhang Yang slowly opened his eyes and looked at Director Zhao with a very calm expression, then glanced again at Dr. Yang.

  He didn't say a word, but stood up and walked back to the bedside again.

  He plucked the silver needle in Yintang Cave again, and after plucking it, he walked back to sit there, closing his eyes once more.

  Everyone stared at him in confusion, unsure of the meaning behind his actions. However, just a few seconds later, Director Zhao's eyes widened and his expression became excited.

  ………

  Chapter 2 is a bit late, please forgive me, friends.

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