Secondly, I want to win this battle and become the Medical Saint.
Thirdly, most of the terminally ill patients like Yang Dawei are very pessimistic, believing that there is no hope of treatment and that time is running out. They are either waiting for death or begging for death.
He wanted to cure Yang Dawei and give some hope to other terminally ill patients.
Ye Qiu said to Yang Dawei: "I understand your mood very well, but don't be so pessimistic."
“It’s not that terminal illnesses cannot be cured, but that there are very few doctors who can treat them.”
"Mr. Yang, let me give it a try!"
Yang Dawei looked at Ye Qiu in astonishment.
"You want to treat me?"
Ye Qiu nodded solemnly and asked, "Mr. Yang, are you willing to give me a chance?"
"Yes." Yang Dawei continued without any hesitation: "But I am suffering from a terminal illness that cannot be cured."
"Mr. Yang, let me ask you, is a terminal illness a disease?"
"Of course it's illness."
"That's right. Since it's a disease, there must be a treatment."
Ye Qiu said: "Mr. Yang, don't think about anything or move next. I'm going to start treating you."
Yang Dawei nodded.
To be honest, he didn't have much hope.
He has lived for more than fifty years, but he has never heard of anyone who can cure a terminal illness.
Besides, Ye Qiu is still so young.
If Ye Qiu could really cure a terminal illness, wouldn't that mean he was a miracle doctor?
Ye Qiu took out the cowhide folder, took out thirty-six golden needles, and then sterilized the golden needles one by one.
Take advantage of this opportunity.
Ye Qiu ordered: "Staff, please show Mr. Yang's inspection report to everyone!"
At the moment, the staff displayed Yang Dawei's inspection report on the big screen.
Examination report from the Affiliated Hospital of Southern Medical University, late stage of tuberculosis.
The audience was talking quietly.
"It's really late stage tuberculosis. Can Dr. Ye cure it?"
"It's terrible, it's a terminal illness after all!"
"If Dr. Ye can cure it, that would be awesome!"
"I hope Dr. Ye can cure it, so that other terminally ill patients can see hope."
"I don't know what's going on. Now that our material conditions have improved, more and more people are suffering from terminal illnesses."
"..."
in the crowd.
Xu Changjin's beautiful eyes stared at Ye Qiu on the stage without blinking.
She was both worried and full of expectations.
"Come on Doctor Ye, I believe you can do it." Xu Changjin prayed quietly in his heart.
…
Three minutes later.
The gold needle is disinfected.
Ye Qiu officially started treatment.
I saw Ye Qiu taking out seven golden needles, shaking his hand, and quickly pricked the seven golden needles into Yang Dawei's right chest.
Then, he stretched out his finger and flicked the tail of one of the golden needles.
"Buzz!"
This golden needle trembled instantly, causing the other six golden needles to tremble together and make a buzzing sound.
"Luck the needle with Qi!"
"Seven Star Acupuncture!"
Zhang Jiuling and others recognized the acupuncture technique used by Ye Qiu.
Then, Ye Qiu took out two seven-inch long golden needles and stuck them into Yang Dawei's temples on both sides.
Another flick of the finger.
Buzz!
The two golden needles trembled at the same time. A wisp of white mist floated on one golden needle, and a wisp of black mist floated on the other golden needle.
Two wisps of mist, one black and one white, flowed and finally converged on Yang Dawei's head, forming a Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern.
This scene shocked everyone.
"What kind of acupuncture is this?"
"He even made Tai Chi diagrams, he looks so awesome."
"It seems quite mysterious, but I don't know if it has any effect?"
Several masters of traditional Chinese medicine were also talking quietly.
"Lao Zhang, what acupuncture method does Xiaoye use?" Nie Xueliang asked.
Among them, Zhang Jiuling is the best at acupuncture.
Zhang Jiuling's eyes were fixed on the Tai Chi diagram. Before he could reply, Xu Liu, who was standing next to him, said: "Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and Tai Chi creates two yangs. He uses the Tai Chi two yang acupuncture method."
"When terminally ill patients reach the advanced stage, the yin and yang in the body are out of balance."
"Xiaoye's move is to mediate the imbalance of yin and yang for patients."
Although Ye Qiu was treating a disease, he could clearly hear the voices on the stage.
"Senior Xu is worthy of being the first of the four great masters of Chinese medicine. He can see my intention at a glance."
Ye Qiu sighed in surprise, calmed down and continued the treatment.
Yang Dawei's condition is very serious. He is in the late stage of tuberculosis. All his body's functions are failing and he doesn't have much time left.
Ye Qiu grabbed two more golden needles and took action like lightning.
Three minutes passed.
Yang Dawei's heart, neck, back of his head, and abdomen were all stuck with golden needles by Ye Qiu.
It didn't take long.
All thirty-six golden needles were inserted and distributed in thirty-six major points on Yang Dawei's body.
Every golden needle is trembling.
Another five minutes passed.
"Ding!"
Ye Qiu stretched out his finger and flicked a golden needle gently. In an instant, all the golden needles stopped trembling at this moment.
Ye Qiu took Yang Dawei's pulse and checked it.
His brows furrowed.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Qiu quietly drew two more spells and injected them into Yang Dawei's body.
After doing all this, he took back all the thirty-six golden needles on Yang Dawei's body.
Ye Qiu started acupuncture for Yang Dawei again.
Thirty-six gold needles were inserted again.
After pricking it, he flicked one of the gold needles with his finger, and the gold needle trembled.
The other golden needles are motionless.
Ye Qiu started to play the second golden needle, the third one, the fourth one...
Thirty-six golden needles were flicked by Ye Qiu one after another.
For the first time, the thirty-six golden needles he used to pierce Yang Dawei's body were Qi Luck needles.
This time, Ye Qiu flicked the golden needles one by one, injecting the innate Qi into the golden needles through his fingers, and then the innate Qi followed the golden needles and entered Yang Dawei's acupuncture points.
Time passes minute by minute.
In the blink of an eye, forty minutes passed.
Ye Qiu hasn't finished the treatment yet, and everyone is sweating for him.
Because on this stage, it was the first time for Ye Qiu to take such a long time to treat an illness.
“Can Dr. Ye perform miracles?”
"It's hard."
"Late-stage tuberculosis is a terminal disease and cannot be cured at all."
"In fact, Dr. Ye can stop, because no matter how he treats it, it is impossible to change the result."
"Have you forgotten what Dr. Ye said? He is a doctor and will not give up the patient's life easily."
"Dr. Ye is a good doctor, but he can't cure terminal illnesses well, alas..."
Another half hour passed.
Up to now, Ye Qiu has been undergoing treatment for more than an hour.
Ye Qiu took back the golden needle on Yang Dawei's body, and then checked Yang Dawei's pulse.
After a while.
Ye Qiu turned to look at the four masters of Chinese medicine, a smile appeared on his pale face, and said: "Seniors, I succeeded!"
