After all, he didn't see the picture on the surveillance screen.
But he still hurriedly chased after him, wanting to see what Zhirvanke was going to do.
Zhirvanko entered the ward with a basin and a needle, and his excited expression shocked General Ramiel.
Zhirvanke, however, did not notice him, but walked directly towards Yang Haoran beside the hospital bed.
Zhirvanke's eyes were complicated. He had never recognized Chinese medical skills.
But today, I saw a miracle happen in front of my own eyes.
Although it was difficult for him to accept it for a while, he did not dare to be arrogant or rude to Yang Haoran.
"Doctor Zilvan? What are you going to do?"
Yang Haoran looked at Zirwanke holding the basin and asked a very strange question.
Zhirvanke was very excited and showed an unnatural smile towards Yang Haoran.
"Mr. Yang Haoran, I think I already know what you are going to do.
Please believe me, I will definitely do it well, just leave the next thing to me!"
Yang Haoran was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
He did not doubt that Zhirvanko would have other ideas. This was a royal hospital, and General McClurg had a noble status.
No matter how crazy Zhirvanke is, he will never do anything that harms others and does not benefit himself.
So Yang Haoran stepped aside and opened the way to the hospital bed.
"In that case, I'll help you."
Zhirvanke responded with a smile and walked to the bedside.
What he had just seen very clearly on the surveillance screen was that Yang Haoran used some means to drive the blood from General McClug's head to his neck.
The vital point has been avoided. All that needs to be done now is to prick it with a needle and drain out the congestion.
Darisam had already walked to the ward at this time and looked at Zilvanke with a puzzled look.
Zhirvanko was already squatting beside the hospital bed, and then moved General McClurg's body slightly towards the bed.
He just put the small water basin underneath, and then Zhivanke stretched out his hand and pressed on General McClurg's neck.
Soon, Zirvanke's eyes lit up and he determined the location of the bruise.
Then I took the sterilized needle in my hand, connected the other end to the catheter and put it into the basin.
Zhirvanke had extremely skilled clinical experience and very steadily inserted the needle into the bruised spot on McClurg's neck.
Immediately, black blood slowly flowed out from the catheter, and the ward became quiet.
It wasn't until blood of normal color flowed out of the catheter that Zirvanke pulled out the needle and pressed the sterile cotton up.
Darisam hurried over and packed away all the small basins and used syringes.
Then when I came back, I brought another basin and a clean towel.
Zhirvanko pressed General McClurg's needle point for a while before standing up.
He looked at Yang Haoran in confusion, hesitated to speak, and gave a thumbs up.
"Mr. Yang Haoran, you are really amazing.
This is simply a medical miracle. If we put it in empirical medicine, it would be absolutely impossible to achieve it without a craniotomy.
And you did this using a completely non-injurious method, the Chinese medical skills are so amazing!"
General La Michele, who was still worried at first, suddenly looked happy.
"Dr. Gervan, you mean, can General McClurg recover?
This is really good news. I must report this news to the military department and make further strategic adjustments!" 56 Novels
Zhirvanko frowned, hurriedly waved and said: "General La Michele, you are too impatient.
What I'm talking about is that Mr. Yang Haoran used his magical means to drain the blood from General McClurg's head.
This puts General McClurg's life out of danger, but he is still far from recovery!
In order for General McClurg to recover, his clogged blood vessels must be unblocked.
And this is a difficult and unpredictable process.”
At this time, Dalisam finally understood what happened, and his face was shocked.
"Oh my God, do you mean that Mr. Yang Haoran drained the blood from General McClug's head without using any tools?
I think this is no longer a medical skill, but a divine skill, which is really incredible!”
General La Michele's focus was not on the medical skills itself, but more on General McClurg's physical condition.
He turned to look at Yang Haoran and asked sincerely: "Mr. Yang Haoran, you said before that you could revive General McClurg.
Do you have a better way?"
Yang Haoran nodded: "Of course, actually removing congestion is the most difficult thing.
As for unblocking blood vessels, it is just a routine operation.
Doctor Zervan, please step aside for now."
Zhiervanke stepped aside obediently, but was very shocked.
"Mr. Yang Haoran, are you really sure you can revive General McClurg? What are you going to do?
Is it medication or surgery?”
For Zirvanke, apart from these two methods, there is no other effective method.
Yang Haoran just smiled and said: "No, acupuncture is enough."
Zhirvanke looked confused. Because of his prejudice against Chinese medical skills, he didn't even understand the basic operations of Chinese medicine.
Darisam became excited.
"Acupuncture? I have experienced Mr. Yang Haoran's superb acupuncture methods before, and they are really powerful.
I'm sure this is the lowest cost medical treatment in the world.
The key issue is that he is very effective!"
At this time, Yang Haoran had already taken out his silver needle, and then spread it out one by one.
He opened General McClurg's shirt, exposing his skin to the air.
Then, I saw Yang Haoran's first needle pricking the Baihui point on General McClug's head.
Zhirvanke, who had never seen such a situation before, exclaimed and instinctively wanted to stop it.
But he was grabbed by Dalisam.
"Dr. Vanguard, please don't disturb Mr. Yang Haoran.
I know you are skeptical about acupuncture, just like I was before you.
But those are our prejudices. It wasn’t until I tried it myself that I realized that acupuncture is not dangerous.
And the treatment effect is very good. Just calm down first, I think you will see the effect soon."
Only then did Zirvanke give up the struggle and looked at Yang Haoran's operations seriously.
But every time Yang Haoran inserted a needle into General McClug's body, Zhiervanke would tremble.
"Are you sure this is really a way to treat illnesses?"
"Of course I am sure, because I have experienced it myself.
Because I had a hidden disease before, which was cured by Mr. Yang Haoran."
Zhirvanke said nothing, his face becoming more solemn.