: It's amazing

"Old Su! Help me hold his head!"

Qiao Muyue said to Mr. Su beside him.

Old Su squatted down and hugged the boy's head, then looked at Qiao Muyue hesitantly: "You are..."

Qiao Muyue gestured at the length of the silver needle and said without raising her head: "He has bleeding in the skull. He has high pressure first. The high pressure inside must be reduced, otherwise it will damage the brain!"

Old Su's heart was beating violently. Of course, he knew that the patient had high pressure in the skull, but reducing high pressure requires surgery. How can silver needles be used? Unless it is to discharge blood inside...

Thinking of this, Mr. Su may feel that his hands holding the boy began to tremble.

Kim Seung-sung and Kim Yong-eun, who were watching, also saw the trick at this time, especially Kim Seung-sung, who felt that their three views were impacted and used silver needles to accumulate blood? Is this a joke?

Before they could think too much, they saw Qiao Muyue holding a silver needle in her hand and piercing it into the boy's nasal cavity. As Qiao Muyue's hand trembled slightly, the silver needle walked in at different angles, as if she had not touched any obstacles. In the blink of an eye, only a little bit of the silver needle was left outside the boy's nostril.

Everyone felt that their breathing had stopped and stared at the silver needle tightly. According to the length, the silver needle had obviously pierced into the brain. What kind of method is this?

Before everyone could think about anything, they saw a stream of black blood flowing out along the silver needle. As the black blood flowed out, the boy's already black face began to slowly recover.

Old Su was shocked. He was anxious to know what the patient's pupils were, but he was holding the patient's head with his hand and dared not move easily. He could only resist this impulse.

Jin Shengcheng was stunned at this time. He didn't have to look at his pupils to know that the patient's intracranial hypertension began to relieve because he had seen the patient's chest fluctuations.

Qiao Muyue touched the silver needle's hand and felt the changes of the silver needle carefully. When the last drop of black blood was discharged, Qiao Muyue took back the silver needle and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"The patient's intracranial hypertension has been relieved. Mr. Su, just look at it and prescribe it!"

Qiao Muyue put away the silver needle and said to Mr. Su that the most serious case of this patient is intracranial high pressure. After the blood is discharged, most of the danger is now over.

Mr. Su came to his senses at this time and hurriedly said, "No problem!"

He was already shocked by Qiao Muyue's amazing acupuncture.

The middle-aged man kneeling on the ground also understood. He knew that his son was saved by the little girl in front of him. He hurriedly kowtowed to Qiao Muyue: "I thank you, I thank you!"

Qiao Muyue quickly stopped the middle-aged man: "You can't move around now, otherwise your hand will be completely ruined! You don't want your son to wake up, you can't take care of him, right?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately did not dare to move. Qiao Muyue stepped forward to hold the man's hand. His entire arm must have been hit hard by a heavy object, and the bones inside were broken.

Qiao Muyue looked up at Jin Shengcheng: "I have rescued one, are you going to wait for the loss?"

Jin Shengcheng also came to his senses at this time. Although Qiao Muyue's acupuncture was great, he was not the one who admitted defeat. He snatched the medicine box from his nephew and rushed into the patient.

Jin Yongen did not move his steps. He was too curious about Qiao Muyue's medical skills. This amazing acupuncture was simply amazing.

Mr. Su had already prescribed a prescription at this time, and asked someone to send the teenager to the custody ward, and then walked back to Qiao Muyue. The opportunity was rare. He felt that following Miss Qiao and watching her treat the patient could be of great help to his medical skills.

Seeing that Jin Yongen had not left, Qiao Muyue was too lazy to speak and said to the middle-aged man: "I will restore the bones in your arm to the point where they will hurt very much. You have to hold it back and never move!"

The middle-aged man nodded: "I will definitely not move!"

Qiao Muyue was still quite worried, so she directly pulled out a few silver needles to close the man's arm several acupoints. This would reduce the pain in the man's arms a lot. She was used for anesthetics, but the effect was not good. Now she has no time to get anesthetics, so she can only use this method.

Kim Yongeon frowned. Judging from the twisting of the man's arm, there must be many broken joints. There must be many broken bones inside. There must be surgery to remove the broken bones, and then nails are applied to fix the broken bones. Now you can just reset them by hand?

Mr. Su is an orthopedic expert and he is also good at bone correction. When he heard Qiao Muyue's words, he knew Qiao Muyue's plan. If it was ten years ago, he could give it a try, but now it is not possible. He can't keep up with his energy and his strength can no longer be used. He can no longer treat such a broken hand.

Qiao Muyue carefully pinched the broken hand and the broken bones in each place where the broken hands were, then raised her momentum, and used a little force to start twisting the man's arm from the inside.

As they reset little by little, pull, lift or rotate, everyone heard the sound of bone friction, and then the middle-aged man's twisted broken arm slowly began to return to normal angle.

The middle-aged man's forehead was covered with sweat beads, but he bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from screaming. Although the acupoint was blocked, the pain of twisting his broken arm almost broke down.

Qiao Muyue was also sweating. This kind of fine work requires strong attention. She spliced ​​the bones bit by bit, and there was no slight sloppyness.

Liu Xiaoqin took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Qiao Muyue's forehead. She felt a little distressed, and her eyes gradually shining. She already knew what she was going to do.

When the last bone was put together, Qiao Muyue shouted: "Fixed board!"

Su had already prepared and handed Qiao Muyue the fixing plate and bandage in his hand directly.

Qiao Muyue fixed the fixing plate and then began to fix the fixing plate with a bandage. Jin Yongen on the side couldn't believe that his hands, which were obviously twisted into a twisted shape, could they recover like this?

After Qiao Muyue got the fixing board ready, before the nurse came, Jin Yongen stepped forward and helped the middle-aged man up: "I'll take you to the ward!"

The middle-aged man was still preparing to thank Qiao Muyue, but before he could speak, he was pulled away by Jin Yongen. Jin Yongen didn't believe that human power could recover such a broken hand. He wanted to find an X-ray to expose the patient with intracranial hypertension just now. He must have seen it all, but he didn't believe it at all.

Mr. Su was also very moved. His eyes were fierce. He had just seen that the middle-aged man's arm had recovered. He had to recover well and wait for his arm to heal himself. He was amazed and his knowledge was amazing. Even in his heyday, he could not recover his arm of that level.

Qiao Muyue didn't bother to rest at this time and immediately looked at other patients.
Chapter completed!