With Zhang Qiming's own guarantee, Qiu Jinbo's final concern was finally resolved. He was eager to confirm whether Wu Potian had really mastered what he had learned over the years. Qiu Jinbo immediately came to the ICU intensive care unit with Wu Potian.

After arriving at the ward, Qiu Jinbo first checked the patient's examination report. Although he was not a brain expert, he could see how serious the patient's condition was from this report. At this moment, he finally understood that there was no free lunch in the world, and at the same time he regretted the fact that he had pulled Wu Potian to the hospital.

"Potian! The patient's condition is very serious. According to the results of the CT imaging, the patient's brain blood circulation and cerebrospinal fluid circulation disorders; secondary hemorrhage and hematoma in the cranicular form acute cerebral edema, complicated infection, causing an increase in intracranial pressure. Are you really sure to treat the patient's condition?" At this time, Qiu Jinbo was too late to regret. At this moment, he no longer had the idea of ​​whether Wu Potian could really treat this disease. He only hoped that Wu Potian could overcome this difficulty smoothly.

Although Wu Potian had a rough understanding of the patient's condition when he helped the patient take his pulse in the morning, he was like going to the battlefield. The situation on the battlefield changed rapidly. Although it only took a few hours, the patient's condition would worsen due to delays in time. Out of a responsible attitude towards the patient, when Qiu Jinbo checked the patient's examination report, Wu Potian reached out to hold the patient's pulse and examined the patient's condition.

Although the experts in the hospital were unable to wake up the patient, they did not fail to work hard. At least in these few hours, although the patient showed no sign of awakening, the patient's health improved slightly, which made him more confident in the treatment of waking up the patient.

Seeing Qiu Jinbo's frowning expression, Wu Potian knew that Qiu Jinbo was worried about him. A warm feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. He replied to Qiu Jinbo with a smile: "Teacher! Although I am not sure to cure the patient's illness now, it should not be difficult to wake the patient up. You can wait and see!"

Seeing Wu Potian's confident expression made Qiu Jinbo feel very curious. You should know that the patient's condition is quite serious and he may die due to brain atrophy at any time. Not to mention that Wu Potian was slow to understand medical knowledge in the past, even if Wu Potian has overcome this difficulty now, where is he sure?

Just when Qiu Jinbo was worried about Wu Potian, Wu Potian took out a small box the size of a palm from his pocket, gently pressed the small switch on the box, and immediately a crisp sound came. The lid on the box immediately popped up, revealing a row of long black needles inside.

Wu Potian took out eight long needles slightly larger than their hair from the small box, disinfected them with alcohol, and inserted them into several acupoints on the back of the patient's head.

When Wu Potian inserted all eight needles into the patient's acupoints, he took a deep breath, and the ward had air smelled of disinfectant. According to the method of bounce the needles he learned in the learning space, he quickly and rhythmically flicked the eight long needles on the patient's head with lightning speed.

Seeing Wu Potian insert eight long needles similar to their hair into the patient's brain, everyone present showed shocked expressions, especially Qiu Jinbo and the experts at the hospital. Although they are not unfamiliar with acupuncture, this is the first time they have seen acupuncture to treat such craniocerebral damage, let alone this method of stroking needles that they have never seen before.

Although Qiu Jinbo and these experts did not know whether Wu Potian's treatment was effective, everyone held their breath at this moment and looked at Wu Potian's every move. However, what they didn't know was that the seemingly simple movement in their eyes would definitely make them crazy if they were seen by the old Chinese doctors.

Although the needle-slipping method that Wu Potian used was the simplest of the acupuncture method he learned, with his current physical condition, this needle-slipping method was extremely physically exhausting. When Wu Potian flicked each long needle two circles according to the process of learning, his hands began to numb, and sweat as big as beans began to emerge from his body continuously.

As Wu Potian plucked the long needle faster and faster, when he visited the room outside the intensive care unit, someone suddenly exclaimed, pointed at the patient's head in great surprise, and exclaimed: "Look at everyone, the pillow under the patient's head."

Hearing the exclamation, everyone present looked at the pillow under the patient's head. At some point, they saw that the originally white pillow was oozing out of a pinch of black blood. Zhang Qiming and his sister became nervous one by one.

The nervous Zhang Qifang kept rubbing his hands and complained angrily to Zhang Qiming beside him: "Brother! You are the health director. You actually believe the words of a temporary worker. Have you seen it? I have told you a long time ago that this young man must have known your identity in advance and deliberately attracted your attention. If you don't believe it, forget it, you even asked this bastard to save our father. You are sending your father to death. If Dad has any words today, I will go with you..."

"Oh my God! The patient's intracranial pressure began to drop, which was simply incredible." Just as Zhang Qifang complained about Zhang Qiming angrily, someone suddenly exclaimed, interrupting Zhang Qifang's complaint.

Although Wu Potian repeatedly stated that he could wake up the patient, because the patient's condition was too serious, he became suspicious of Wu Potian's words. So when Wu Potian began to help the patient treat it, he felt like a huge rock was pressing on his heart, and he regretted that he shouldn't have let Wu Potian go to the hospital.

As a result, the treacherous Qiu Jinbo was shocked and immediately turned his gaze to the instrument on the side. Seeing that the data on the instrument really began to drop, I suddenly felt that the huge rock blocked in my heart was moved away, and there was a kind of comfort that was difficult to describe in words.

As time went by, Wu Potian felt his hands become heavier and heavier. At this moment, a voice seemed to be constantly telling him, "Don't worry about the patient's life or death, take a rest!"

When he thought of him receiving the prize for the Misty Silver Needle, Qinglong once reminded that even if he gave the instruments, he would not be able to use them. At this time, Wu Potian realized that Qinglong was not an alarmist, and regretted that he should not be so rash without being sure.

Although Wu Potian deeply regrets his behavior, the patient is at a critical moment now. He regrets it so much that he can only bite his teeth and grit his teeth and holds it hard. However, as time goes by, the long needles that are constantly flexing in his hand are as if they are constantly devouring his strength, slowly evacuating the strength in his body, making him shaking.

Seeing Wu Potian standing shakingly in front of the hospital bed, everyone watching outside felt very puzzled. However, when everyone saw Wu Potian's rosy face turned pale and his whole body suddenly became haggard, although these people were not Chinese medicine practitioners, they all realized something was wrong.

Especially Qiu Jinbo, although the scene in front of him shocked him, although he didn't know why Wu Potian became like this, he vaguely felt that Wu Potian's changes were related to the treatment in front of him. For this reason, he regretted that even his intestines were blue, and he even wanted to rush into the ICU ward to stop Wu Potian.

However, as a medical professor, Qiu Jinbo knew that treatment was likely to be at the most critical moment. If he rushed in, it would not only waste all his efforts in the treatment, but also cause a lot of trouble for Wu Potian. At this time, he could only suppress the anxiety in his heart and pray in his heart that Wu Potian could persevere until the treatment ended.
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