Genius Doctor, Kungfu Expert
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The alarm continued to sound frightening, making everyone outside stand up and sit unsettled.
"Dr wang, the situation is not good. The cardiovascular function of the patient seems to be inactive, and it has started to stop! The pattern on the electrocardiogram begins to show the end of the wave." James' voice was a little confused.
Dylan remained calm. He flicked the golden needle with his right hand and pressed the left side of the heart.
It does not damage the heart, but starts the heart rhythm to be stable.
Shortly thereafter, the newly transplanted heart began to stabilize.
At this moment, Dylan's forehead was filled with sweat, and his eyes were red.
James looked at the data on the instrument, which was gradually stabilizing, and inevitably heaved a sigh of relief. It is a miracle in the history of medical science that this operation could reach this stage. Unfortunately, there is no way to replicate this kind of miracle. He was too reliant on the strange acupuncture method of the "Magic King" in front of him.
Jordan's last stitch is almost done. Dylan breathed a sigh of relief.
If nothing unexpected happens, it is only necessary to finish the stitches for a while.
Dylan took back one of the golden needles and put it into a jade bottle.
The female doctor in charge of sending the freezer box had a strange look in her eyes. It was as if he had seen the most beautiful jewelry in the world. If Dylan wasn't busy caring for the patient, he would probably pounce on him right away.
"The patient's heart rate is gradually becoming normal! His vital signs also became stable, and the blood flow in his veins was normal."
Professor James suppressed the excitement in his heart. According to him, Dylan's medical skills were not only medical skills, but also arts known only to God.
Dylan's hands are like God's!
Some say that Maradona's hand was the hand of God in 1986. However, James and Jordan have no qualms about thinking that Dylan's hand is the real hand of God.
At this moment, Jordan suddenly frowned as he realized that Pak Karta's expression on the bed looked uncomfortable.
"Dr Wang, the situation is not good. The patient appears to be in a strange state. His expression was like pain." He quickly said.
Dylan was stunned for a moment. He lowered his head to look. Indeed, the muscles on Pak Karta's face continued to twitch. His eyebrows knit into one. Obviously, the patient is in a lot of pain.
He quickly reached out to touch the pulse of Pak Karta.
About thirty seconds later, he immediately took out his needle and thrust three golden needles into the head and forehead of the Karta Pak. He then began to twist it gently. Soon, the pain in the patient's face begins to fade and gradually returns to normal.
"What just happened?" Jordan asked curiously. Although the patient was in pain, he could not see anything unusual from the instrument.
"The patient's heart rate gradually calms down. His blood flow has returned to normal. However, due to cerebral hemorrhage, the capillaries of the brain are blocked. Although not too serious, when normal blood flows through the brain, it will occur causing collisions and compression in blocked blood vessels. Therefore, it will cause intense pain similar to a migraine." Dylan explained.
Currently, the members of the Wijaya family and Mr. Sam, who had been waiting outside the operating room for almost three hours, had indirectly lost their patience.
"Why haven't they come out yet?"
The longer they waited, the more they were worried about the state of the Karta Pact!
"That's right. If young people wanted to have three hours of surgery, their physical strength would be a huge test, not to mention that the Pact of Karta was over 80 years old!"
Nara Wijaya bit her lips tightly. Although he was anxious, he did not speak anything.
Pak Karta is very important for the Wijaya Family. If he could not save her, it would be a crushing blow to the Wijaya Family. It might even affect the development of the Wijaya Family in the next 20 years.
"Sir Sam, I'll ask the expert team to take a look at it." Director Lewis suggested in a low voice,
"At least we need to know the progress of the operation. If something goes wrong, we can handle it in time." Lewis added.
Lewis still doesn't want to trust Dylan, the boy doesn't know the rules.
Although Mr. Sam also wanted to enter immediately, he knew the weight of rushing into the operating room. Because the surgery may be at a critical moment, and he simply cannot be disturbed. Who knows, if he rushed in and made the head surgeon's hand tremble, he might lose his life!
Marta and Mr. Sam are both guarding the operating room. In the event of an accident due to someone being sent to the operating room, he, a minor director, would be killed. He was worried that his career would not only end, but he was worried that the rest of his life would be miserable. There was something wrong with the way Lewis looked.
"Speaking what nonsense are you? Even I, the common man, know the rules. As the director of the hospital, how could you not understand him?"
"Operation is still ongoing. Don't bother him! Otherwise, if something happens, can you shoulder the responsibility?" Mr. Sam's tone was a little impolite.
Lewis surprised. He realized he had made a mistake. He wanted to explain but did not know what to say. He could only smile awkwardly and step back again.
Right now, in the operating room, the female doctor who did not leave after sending the freezer box suddenly opened her mouth and said, "Dr. Wang, may I learn acupuncture from you?"
Dylan was stunned for a moment. Only then did he realize that the female doctor was not too old. He looks to be about 23 or 24 years old. She is not only young, but also very beautiful. Although the white coat covered her graceful figure and the white hat covered her hair, if observed closely, it was not difficult to realize that she was hiding her beauty.
"You?"
"My name is Salsa Andrea. I'm so glad to meet you. I was also very happy to witness the miraculous operation!" The doctor smiled sweetly.
"If you want to learn, I can teach you easily." Dylan could not focus on what he said he gulped a rough saliva.
Salsa was stunned for a moment. She did not expect Dylan to say such a seductive sentence. But, the medical skills he displayed were indeed shocking.
He rarely saw beautiful women in the operating room. Dylan felt much better after seeing her. His physical strength gradually recovered.
"Alright, I'll help Pak Karta with acupuncture a few more times to smooth the blood that's blocked in her brain. Today would be a perfect day!"
After he spoke, he took out three different silver needles. It is about seven inches long and hair thin.
He thrust this silver needle into the left temple of the Pak Karta in a triangular shape. According to X-rays, this is the main part of brain bleeding. The situation is not too serious. It's just a complication caused by myocardial infarction.
After the silver needle was inserted, the calm face of the originally calm Pak Karta began to twitch again.
Dylan ignored. He started twisting the silver needle. The way he did it was very different from a normal acupuncture master. It was divided into many complicated techniques such as twisting, flicking, pulling, and pressing. Just by looking at this technique, the common people would be extremely frightened.
The more Salsa saw him, the more excited he became. His eyes were full of hope.
About ten minutes later, Pak Karta's expression calmed down again.
But Dylan did not stop. Three silver needles stopped on the forehead of Pak Karta and trembled slightly. He took out a golden needle and inserted it into the acupuncture point of the Seal Hall, the Human Center, the Heaven Puncture, the Cloud Gate, the Embryo Qi, the Milk Center, the Milk Root, and so on.
Every time he inserted a needle, Pak Karta's body would tremble. At the same time, the three silver needles on his forehead began to tremble.
When Dylan pulled the needle out of the root***** milk, Mr. Karta suddenly opened her eyes. He looked at everyone confused.
"Where is this?" Pak Karta said in a hoarse and slightly weak voice.
Everyone in the room was dumbfounded.
