Chapter 701                                                             

"Little miracle doctor, you are here, hurry up and go in and take a look." A middle-aged female doctor was waiting anxiously at the door of the emergency room. When she saw Zhang Xuan, she breathed no reason for her relief.

Zhang Xuan quickly disinfected the whole body, and then walked into the emergency room and saw a patient lying on the operating table. This was an old man in his seventies with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. He was lying on the operating table with his eyes closed and motionless.

President Ma, Yan Li and many other seniors in the traditional Chinese medicine industry are now surrounded by the operating table, busying themselves.

"What's going on now?" Zhang Xuan walked over and asked loudly.

President Ma glanced at Zhang Xuan and shook his head and said, "The patient fell into a coma and his heart stopped beating for 136 seconds."

"What disease did you have before? What caused coma?" Zhang Xuan walked forward, grabbed the old man's wrist, placed his finger on the old man's pulse, and felt it for a few seconds. Zhang Xuan loosened the other person's wrist and frowned.

President Ma quickly replied: "The patient had effusion in his brain before, which compressed the nerves and caused him to fall into a coma."

"Fluid accumulation presses the nerves? How did you do it?" Zhang Xuan picked up a silver needle and without thinking, he stabbed the patient directly into the left chest.

"We used silver needles to stimulate the patient's head and Xuanli point to perform qi circulation, and then took the Baihui point to give nerve stimulation."

Hearing President Ma’s words, Zhang Xuan frowned even tighter because President Ma’s approach was completely correct.

Zhang Xuan opened the patient's mouth and looked at it for a few seconds, then opened the patient's eyelids.

"The pupils are a little distorted, please give me the long needle!" Zhang Xuan stretched out his hand, and Yan Li immediately handed a long needle.

Zhang Xuan pinched the needle with both fingers and pricked the patient's eye acupoint. The patient's dissipated pupils stopped changing with Zhang Xuan's needle.

The doctor present was shocked by this injection.

"Thirteen deadly needles! A needle technique that is known to be able to kill the King of Hell!" Yan Li exclaimed.

Yan Li and President Ma knew that Zhang Xuan would take the thirteenth needle. Zhang Xuan had also used it to everyone when he was giving a lecture, but this was the first time they saw Zhang Xuan use it in practice.

This needle technique, which is only recorded in the remnants of the book, is so skillful!

Zhang Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the patient's pupils stopped diffusing.

"Thirteen deadly injections? Is this what if you Chinese medicine doctors do to treat the patient to death after taking one shot?" A sneer rang out from the side.

Only then did Zhang Xuan notice that two Western doctors were standing in the corner of the rescue room, and they were standing there like watching the fun.

"The so-called traditional Chinese medicine is nothing more than some deceptive tricks. Any consultation is just something that fools people."

"Yes, otherwise, how could a good patient be almost cured by Chinese medicine?"

"Hahaha!"

Two Western doctors were chatting.

"What are these two people doing?" Zhang Xuan looked at the two Western doctors with disgust.

As doctors, these two people stood in the emergency room. Not only did they not help, but they also made unrestrained laughter, which could be said to be without medical ethics.

President Ma said to Zhang Xuan: "Little miracle doctor, this patient was taken from them. They said that their medical skills could not discharge the patient's brain effusion and dared not open the craniotomy. Let's try it."
Chapter completed!