Chapter 1441: Chapter 838: This... Isn’t Difficult (Part 2)
Qingyang nodded, then quickly followed behind He Chao.
The roads in the Inner City were very neat, all poured with cement, so your feet wouldn’t get stuck in the mud.
Very soon, He Chao brought Qingyang to the outside of the medical bay.
When Li Yu saw Qingyang coming over, his face lit up with joy.
He hurried a few steps forward and asked bluntly, "Do you know the Taiyin Needle?"
After he finished, he looked at him with an expectant face, clearly hoping the answer was yes.
"???" Qingyang was completely dumbfounded. Rushing over just to ask if he knew the Taiyin Needle—what the hell for?
"No." Qingyang shook his head as he spoke. He really didn’t know that one.
Li Yu and Uncle’s faces grew ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Just a moment ago he’d looked so happy, and now it was a complete reversal.
"But I do know the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles. I don’t know the Taiyin Needle, but my master said back then, once you’ve mastered the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, you don’t really need to learn the other needle techniques."
Qingyang added right away.
Hearing him talk like this, Li Yu practically wanted to give him a big slap.
Who taught him to talk like this?
Can’t he finish a sentence in one go?
But hearing this news, he was still overjoyed.
Uncle hurriedly asked, "So what you mean is, whatever the Taiyin Needle can treat, the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles can work too? Can you treat a stroke?"
Qingyang nodded and said, "That depends on the patient’s condition. Also, I don’t have any needles on me..."
"Don’t worry about that, just come with me." Seeing that Qingyang didn’t seem to treat this as something particularly difficult, Li Yu directly dragged him into the medical bay.
Inside the medical bay, the sound of hurried footsteps made Meng Yu and the others look over.
They stared at Qingyang in his tattered Taoist robe, a dazed expression on his face.
As Li Yu came in, he said to the old TCM doctor Hua Qian, "Do you have silver needles?"
Hua Qian had just been talking about a Taoist, and now Li Yu had actually dragged in a Taoist, so he was a bit stunned.
"Ah, yes." He answered subconsciously.
After all, he’d basically never left the First outer city.
And Qingyang had only arrived here right before the typhoon hit, so they hadn’t met yet.
It was Extra Staff member Liu Pengfei who had seen the Taoist before.
Li Yuan had also seen Qingyang. She’d heard from Li Gang and the others that this Taoist had helped them when he came back, and they’d given him his reward before the typhoon hit.
Now she suddenly realized—right, there was a Taoist in the base already!
Li Yu was very strong and dragged Qingyang straight in.
Qingyang’s hand was gripped so tightly that it hurt, making him grimace.
He thought to himself: Mr. Li is really strong!
Uncle followed behind Li Yu.
He pulled Qingyang to Grandpa’s bedside, then said to Qingyang, "Take a look. My grandpa hit a rock when he was coming down the mountain. Xiao Yuan, tell him the symptoms and what happened."
"Okay." Li Yuan then explained the time of onset and the symptoms.
Qingyang walked over, first checked Grandpa’s tongue coating, then pried open his eyes to look, and then examined his scalp.
Finally, he looked left and right.
He seemed to be looking for a stool to sit on.
Li Yuan hurriedly pushed a stool over.
"Thanks." Qingyang gave Li Yuan a small smile and thanked her.
Li Yuan stared at Qingyang’s confident smile, dazed for a few seconds.
She felt a bit of hope in her heart, wishing he could cure Grandpa.
Qingyang sat down, closed his eyes, then placed his fingers on Grandpa’s wrist to take his pulse.
In the medical bay, everyone watched this scene.
They didn’t even dare breathe loudly, afraid of affecting his pulse-taking.
Especially the old TCM doctor Hua Qian. Before Qingyang came, he had already taken the pulse and it was basically what he’d expected.
In this situation, he was helpless.
A few minutes later.
Qingyang opened his eyes, then carefully checked Grandpa’s tongue coating and hair again.
At last he stood up and looked around at everyone.
Then he said, "It can be treated. As long as we have needles, and we combine it with decoctions later, it should work."
Whoosh—
Li Yu and Uncle both let out a long sigh of relief.
Liu Pengfei and Meng Yu, standing nearby, looked at this Taoist in disbelief, half-suspecting he was just bragging.
But Li Yu had dealt with this Taoist before. This Qingyang was always pretty reserved—if he was eighty percent sure, he’d only say there was some chance.
Uncle immediately asked, "When you say it can be treated, what do you mean? That he can wake up, regain consciousness, and have no sequelae?"
Qingyang pondered for two seconds.
Then said, "Waking him up isn’t hard. As for sequelae, it depends on the follow-up care and decoctions. If the recovery goes well, it can be fully cured!"
Uncle and Li Yu were overjoyed.
Li Yuan was also very happy, but she had some doubts. Based on what she’d learned, getting someone to wake up was already extremely difficult—let alone a full cure. That sounded like a fairy tale.
Liu Pengfei and Meng Yu kept silent. They didn’t know what to say.
To be honest, they didn’t really believe it.
But Hua Qian’s eyes were shining as he looked at Qingyang with anticipation.
...
Hua Qian quickly took out an acupuncture set from the bag he had brought and handed it over.
Qingyang took it and quietly looked at Li Yu.
The meaning was obvious: do you want me to try?
Li Yu understood immediately, then asked Qingyang, "If it fails, what will happen?"
Qingyang shook his head and said, "I’ll adjust as I go. If anything seems off, I’ll stop immediately. But generally, there shouldn’t be any problems."
Li Yu nodded, then asked Uncle, "Uncle, you decide. Do we let him try? If it doesn’t work, we’ll have Doctor Liu and the others do surgery."
Uncle looked at his comatose father, hesitation in his eyes.
But soon he made up his mind.
He nodded. "Let’s try."
"Alright." After hearing his answer, Qingyang turned his head and said to Li Yuan, "Do you have Alcohol? I need to disinfect first."
"Alcohol? Yes." Li Yuan answered immediately.
Then she ran off to fetch the Alcohol.
After Qingyang used Alcohol to disinfect every silver needle, he glanced at Grandpa.
He said to Li Yuan and Meng Yu, "Please help take off his shirt, thanks."
Meng Yu and Li Yuan went over and took off Grandpa’s shirt.
Qingyang looked at everyone and wasn’t affected by their stares at all.
He closed his eyes. A few seconds later he opened them again, and his whole aura changed abruptly.
He became extremely focused and serious.
Swish swish swish!
Qingyang’s needling speed was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, Grandpa’s entire head was covered in silver needles.
Then he moved on to other areas.
Ten minutes later.
Qingyang sat on the stool, sweat beading on his forehead, and said weakly to everyone, "We wait about half an hour, then we can remove the needles. After that, we can try to wake him up."
Everyone stared at the long silver needles, their eyes filled with expectation.
Li Yuan watched Grandpa with total concentration.
Ten minutes later.
Grandpa’s originally pale face slowly grew rosy again.
What was astonishing was that the spots where the needles were inserted started to emit heat, white mist curling up as the warmth steamed off.
Suddenly.
Grandpa let out a grunt and slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing this, Qingyang immediately said, "Don’t move."
Li Yu saw Grandpa wake up and his face lit up in delight.
Liu Pengfei and Meng Yu exchanged looks, their eyes full of shock.
This works? This actually works?
What the hell!
As for the old TCM doctor Hua Qian, his body trembled slightly. The scene from decades ago was being replayed before his eyes.
This time, he was determined to learn from this little Taoist. He had to master this set of needle techniques.
"Yuan Niuniu, what’s wrong with me?" After opening his eyes, Grandpa saw his head full of silver needles and asked in confusion.
Hearing Grandpa call her that, Li Yuan glanced at Qingyang, a little embarrassed.
She said softly, "Grandpa, don’t move right now, you’re in the middle of a needling treatment. This afternoon, when you were coming down the mountain, you fell..."
Li Yuan slowly explained what had happened to Grandpa.
Grandpa listened and more or less understood.
Then he looked gratefully at Qingyang and said, "Thank you, little Taoist. How much longer do I need? My head feels all warm."
"But it feels pretty comfortable." Grandpa added.
The Taoist glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "About another fifteen minutes."
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(Asking for a monthly ticket)
