Regarding this identity, Chen Nan could only smile helplessly and hold up the scalpel: "Okay, stop talking so much, close your eyes, it will be fine soon." "
"Why do you have to close your eyes?" Han Yuting pouted: "I'm anesthetized anyway, so I don't know the pain. Besides, I'm lying here, and I can't see my legs when I open my eyes."
"That's up to you, as long as you're not afraid."
Chen Nan smiled, holding a scalpel in one hand and tweezers in the other, bending down to clean the bone fragments from her wound.
At this moment, a large group of people had gathered in the corridor outside the operating room.
"Director Zhang, what's wrong with you?"
An elderly doctor came over and saw Director Zhang, the middle-aged doctor who had been tapped by Chen Nan before. He was currently posing motionless, as if he had been subjected to a body-fixing technique.
Director Zhang tried his best, but his body could not move at all.
"Director Zhao, I don't know either. I was just tapped on the chest by that young man, and then I couldn't move." Director Zhang said with confusion.
Now the only parts of his body that can move are his mouth and eyes.
Dean Zhao came over, pinched his wrist and checked his veins, then opened his eyes and looked at him. He was also puzzled. Everything in his body was normal! Why couldn't he move?
After pondering for a long time, Dean Zhao showed a look of surprise on his face.
"Could it be... that it's the legendary acupuncture hand?" He muttered to himself in surprise, full of disbelief.
Hearing what Dean Zhao said, Director Zhang was also shocked: "Isn't this acupuncture point only found in TV movies? Does it also exist in reality?"
Dean Zhao nodded and said: "Some old Chinese doctors with advanced medical skills, as well as some people who practice internal martial arts, basically know this acupoint technique. It seems that the young man just now is most likely a Chinese doctor with advanced medical skills."
"But he...he is so young, how is this possible!" Director Zhang looked a little unconvinced and said, "Besides, even if he is a Chinese medicine doctor, how can a Chinese medicine doctor do surgery!"
"Traditional Chinese medicine has its own methods." Director Zhao sighed: "Even you are only 20% sure. Even if I do the surgery myself, I am only 30% sure at most. This young man might be really special. Let's not go there yet.
If you disturb him, a miracle may happen."
"But……"
"Don't worry." Dean Zhao smiled and shook his head: "A person who knows how to use acupuncture is definitely not an ordinary person."
At this time, Mr. Wang on the side seemed to remember something and said: "I was knocked unconscious by those gangsters before. It was Xiao Chen who saved me. He just clicked on me a few times and then pressed his hand against me."
A wave of heat flowed into my body from my back, and I still feel comfortable all over!"
Hearing what Mr. Wang said, Dean Zhao further confirmed his guess: "This heat is the internal force. Traditional Chinese medicine doctors with good medical skills generally know some internal qigong."
"I hope he wasn't impulsive." Director Zhang said.
"Probably not, let's just wait and see!" Dean Zhao smiled, waved his hands at the security guards and said, "Stop prying on the door, let's all disperse."
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Inside the operating room.
Chen Nan had already cut open Han Yuting's wound and gently picked out the broken bones with tweezers.
"The anesthetic won't suddenly wear off, right?"
Han Yuting asked worriedly. She was really afraid that the anesthetic would suddenly lose its effectiveness and she would die from pain!
"Don't worry, it won't fail so quickly." Chen Nan put down the scalpel, took out a porcelain bottle from his body, and said: "Even if it fails, it will dissipate little by little, so just keep it in your stomach.
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Han Yuting nodded, bit her lip gently, and asked, "Will my leg be useless in the future?"
"No!"
Chen Nan said with a firm face: "I will definitely let you recover as before without leaving any trace of the disease."
"Really?" Han Yuting looked at him eagerly: "Are you trying to comfort me?"
"Have I ever lied to you?"
Han Yuting shook her head: "No."
"Then I will definitely not lie to you this time. Just lie down peacefully. When you get up, this leg will be back to what it was before."
"Well, I listen to you."
Han Yuting nodded slightly, but in her heart she felt that Chen Nan was comforting herself.
After all, what Chen Nan just said was too shocking. He said that when she got up, the leg would be back to the same as before. How could it recover so fast?
As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones!
According to Han Yuting's knowledge, her leg will definitely not be able to recover within two or three months.
After Chen Nan put down the scalpel, he held the forceps in his right hand and the small porcelain bottle containing the potion in his left hand. He picked up a broken bone and put it on the leg bone, then poured a small drop of the potion in the porcelain bottle.
Once this potion is dropped, it is like glue, and the broken bones join together at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Since the leg bones were broken by iron rods, there were many small pieces of broken bones. After each piece was put together, Chen Nan dropped a small drop of potion and repeated this action.
It took Chen Nan half an hour to piece together all the broken bones.
At this moment, the broken bones in Han Yuting's leg have been completely rejoined. Chen Nan took a long breath and said with a smile: "Eighty percent of the mission is completed. Your leg can be saved."
"Really?"
Han Yuting was a little agitated and wanted to sit up, but Chen Nan stopped her: "Don't be agitated. It's better not to look at it. The bloody appearance now doesn't scare you."
"How long will it take?"
"Ten minutes will be enough."
While Chen Nan was talking, he used tweezers to connect some small tendons and then dripped potion on them to let them heal.
Since there were many tendons in the wound, although Chen Nan moved quickly, it took several minutes to connect the more important tendons.
Eight minutes later, Chen Nan put down the tweezers in his hand, dripped more than ten drops of the medicine onto her wound, and then put the medicine bottle down. The flesh and blood on Han Yuting's wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just two minutes, the wound began to scab.
Chen Nan picked up the disinfectant towel next to him and wiped away the blood around the wound bit by bit. The slender white calf had restored its perfect curvature. Except for a scab at the wound, the rest looked exactly the same as before.
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"Okay, you can get up and take a look." Chen Nan said.
Han Yuting rested her elbows on the operating table and sat up impatiently. When she saw her wound, she opened her mouth in surprise: "This, it's really... it's really healed!"
Chen Nan nodded and smiled: "How about it, I didn't lie to you, did I?"
