"Can blood clots be eliminated without craniotomy?" Dean Miao once again showed a surprised expression and said in a voiceless voice.

Not only the old director was surprised, but the nurses and doctors in the hospital couldn't believe what they heard. Especially Dr. Bi, who had a look of disdain on his face. He was already very unhappy with Lin Tian, ​​and he studied Western medicine. When he heard

This feels like a fantasy.

But this time, he didn't dare to object loudly, and could only hum in a low voice: "Young people who don't know the heights of heaven and earth, think that they can massage with both hands, and their tails are raised to the sky, and they don't even draft a big talk. To take out this kind of

Intracranial blood clots require Western surgery."

He thought others couldn't hear it, but there were a few people with sensitive ears in the intensive care unit. Lin Tian heard his words clearly, but he was too lazy to waste time on such people. Zhang Lingyu also heard Dr. Bi's disdainful words

, Lin Tian didn’t say anything, and she also remained silent.

But a little nurse next to Dr. Bi heard it. She turned to Dr. Bi and said, "Dr. Bi, I have listened to Dean Miao's lecture before. He said that intracranial blood clots can be resolved as long as the acupuncture technique is good."

Although the little nurse spoke not very loudly, everyone else heard it and immediately focused their attention on the two of them. Doctor Bi did not expect that a little nurse would dare to refute his words, and even made everyone look over.

He was being stared at by everyone, and it was difficult to get off the tiger, and he couldn't do it without explaining clearly.

However, he believed that his point of view was correct, and said calmly: "What acupuncture is so good? He is a young man. He doesn't even know how to hold a needle. How can he resolve blood clots? Are there any successful cases in clinical medicine? No.

Let’s apply theoretical things to clinical practice. Only Western medicine surgery can truly solve the problem.”

Although what he said was unpleasant, the little nurses didn't know how to refute his point of view. They had just listened to lectures on this aspect, but they couldn't explain why.

Nurses who often work in hospitals have never heard of it, let alone laymen like Zhong Huiyun. They really can't imagine how to eliminate blood clots without surgery, just acupuncture. Does it have to be a magic trick?

"Dr. Bi, don't underestimate anyone in the world, and don't think that powerful people are just bad old men. Western medicine is not a panacea. No matter how skilled the surgeon is, craniotomy will definitely cause damage to intracranial tissue. This is

It's inevitable. And there are no successful cases of acupuncture resolving intracranial blood clots. There have been cases before, Ziyan, am I right?"

Dean Miao did not defend Chinese medicine excitedly, nor did he take sides. He just explained the truth calmly. Lin Tian admired Lin Tian for his inclusive and inclusive thoughts and tolerance.

But why did he mention Ziyan? Does she know about this matter? Lin Tian was very confused. He was sure to cure Zuo Hongyi, but he had never heard of anyone who could do so.

"Yes, my teacher has done this kind of acupuncture and successfully resolved the patient's intracranial blood clot without any sequelae." Ziyan admitted.

Zi Yan's teacher? Lin Tian was very curious, who could her teacher be, and did she also know about the existence of the Nine Needle Technique Golden Scroll? However, Zi Yan didn't say much about her teacher's information, but stopped after finishing one sentence.

"So, there are no absolutes in this world. Don't just conclude anything casually." Dean Miao took over the conversation and said seriously: "Why don't we listen to what the little brother has to say, and I believe that with his unique skill of pushing the palace through blood with one hand,

He can't tell lies."

Without explaining the matter clearly, Lin Tian knew that these people would not allow him to do acupuncture casually. After thinking for a moment, he said: "I have just checked Mr. Zuo's injured area. He was comatose due to a heavy blow to his temple and caused a cranial injury."

Internal bleeding.”

All doctors and nurses knew this, so there was no surprise. Lin Tian didn't care and continued: "The temple is the weakest part of the skull plate. It is the intersection of the parietal bone, zygomatic bone, sphenoid bone and temporal bone. It is called

Pterion. The thickness of the bone plates of human skulls varies. The thickest part is one centimeter, while the pterion at the temple is only one to two millimeters, which is very fragile."

Lin Tian described Zuo Hongyi's injury in detail like a teacher, with his calm expression, slightly magnetic voice, and handsome face. The young nurses were fascinated, and some even picked up their notebooks to record.

Xiao Manxuan and Zuo Xing'er held their chins with their hands, staring at Lin Tian's face with beautiful eyes, motionless. Zhang Lingyu's clear eyes were filled with light, and no one knew what was going on in her heart. Only Zi Yan kept smiling.

, with a charming smile always showing at the corners of her mouth.

Lin Tian didn't do anything deliberately, and he never studied anatomy, but when it came to understanding the structure of the human body, even a surgical expert thought that Lin Tian couldn't compare to him. X-ray eyes were thousands of times more powerful than hospital scans.

He continued: "The temple is in a fragile position, but there are abundant blood vessels inside, of which the middle meningeal artery and middle vein are the largest. If the temple is hit hard, the fragile bone plate will tear, damaging the internal blood vessels, causing

Intracranial bleeding, eventually forming a blood clot."

"Then how should my husband be treated to recover?" Zhong Huiyun said anxiously. After Lin Tian said this, she became more aware of the seriousness of her husband's injury, but she was full of expectations for Lin Tian.

"It's more complicated to say." Lin Tian thought for a while and gave an easy-to-understand analogy: "It's like there is a pile of soil in a river. If the river flow is slow, the water volume cannot shake the pile of soil. But if artificially

By speeding up the flow of water and increasing the volume of water, the mounds of soil can be slowly dissolved and washed away."

Although this metaphor is not beautiful, the principle is simple and easy to understand. Not to mention the young nurses, even the laymen Xiao Manxuan and Zuo Xing'er nodded after hearing it, as if they suddenly understood it.

Dean Miao nodded slightly, looked at Lin Tian with satisfaction, and said, "Little brother, your method of teaching students in accordance with their aptitude is good. I must invite you to give a lecture at the Medical University when I have time."

"Dean Miao deserves the award. I'm just giving you an example. If something is too profound, it won't be able to convince the patient's family." Lin Tian said nonchalantly.

He was just joking about Dean Miao's words. As a senior in high school, if he went to give lectures to college students from a medical university, he would probably shock the attention of those college students.

But Dean Miao became serious and said seriously: "Little brother, you can't think so. We have many old experts in Chinese medicine. They have unique skills, but sometimes they are limited in their ability to express themselves, so that apprentices cannot fully understand them and their unique skills cannot be passed down completely.

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Chapter completed!