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Chen Mo's approach to treating cancer is complex in some ways, but simple in others.

Cancer cells have two weaknesses—they are sensitive to heat and oxygen.

Normal cells will be damaged at temperatures above 42 degrees Celsius.

However, cancer cells are more fragile, and they begin to die off in large numbers around 41 degrees Celsius.

This is something that modern medicine has already proven, and thermotherapy has long been used in clinical practice.

However, the results are inconsistent and the technology is not mature enough.

But traditional Chinese medicine has used it for thousands of years; it's called "sweating therapy" or "fire therapy."

Through medication or acupuncture, the body's Yang energy is stimulated, causing sweating and expelling pathogenic factors from the pores.

The same principle applies to treating tumors—creating a localized high temperature in the body to burn and kill cancer cells.

But controlling the heat during this process is extremely difficult.

If the fire isn't strong enough, the cancer cells won't die; if it's too intense, the normal cells will also perish.

Especially the brain; if it gets too overheated, the person becomes stupid.

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Chen Mo first inserted three silver needles into Shen Nanxu's head.

The Baihui, Fengchi, and Dazhui acupoints form a protective circle, safeguarding the brain.

"This is to protect your brain. When you have a fever, other parts of your body can get hot, but your brain can't!"

Chen Mo explained.

"Uh-huh!"

Lin Qingyin watched nervously.

Chen Mo picked up a few more needles and this time inserted them into his abdomen.

The four acupoints, Zhongwan, Tianshu, Qihai, and Guanyuan, form a square that encircles the entire stomach area.

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Chen Mo added a stitch to each of the four corners of the square, and then added another stitch in the middle.

Nine needles were inserted, completely surrounding the stomach.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and flicked the needle at the end.

First, flick the four corner needles clockwise, nine times each. Then flick the middle needle counterclockwise, six times each.

After finishing playing, Chen Mo played it again from the beginning.

This acupuncture technique is very complex, but the principle is very simple: stimulate Yang energy and concentrate heat.

really!

A few minutes later, Shen Nanxu's expression began to change.

The paleness gradually faded, revealing a faint red hue.

Shen Nanxu's forehead began to sweat, and soon she was drenched in sweat.

Chen Mo did not stop, but continued to flick the end of the needle, the rhythm becoming faster and the force becoming more and more even.

The buzzing sound of the silver needles blended together, like plucking a harp string or a swarm of bees flying around your ears.

Shen Nanxu's breathing became rapid, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and she looked as if she had been pulled out of the water.

The skin on his abdomen was an abnormal red.

Lin Qingyin touched it with the back of her hand and found it was frighteningly hot.

She touched her forehead again, and it was cold.

"Chen Mo, how did you do that?" Lin Qingyin was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

"This is acupuncture!"

Chen Mo smiled slightly: "Your mother's abdominal temperature is around 41 degrees Celsius, her forehead temperature is 36.5 degrees Celsius, but her brain is fine!"

"That's amazing!"

Lin Qingyin murmured.

Next.

Chen Mo repeated his previous actions, constantly flicking the silver needles.

His fingers were as steady as a machine, each flick of the wrist was exactly the same, without the slightest difference.

A dozen minutes later.

Chen Mo put away the needles.

Shen Nanxu was panting heavily, as if she had run a marathon, so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers.

"Mom, how are you feeling?" Lin Qingyin squatted down and held her hand.

Shen Nanxu was panting heavily, her voice hoarse: "Tired... I have no energy... but my stomach isn't bloated anymore, and it doesn't hurt. I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time!"

Chen Mo smiled slightly: "Now that your first treatment is over, go to the hospital for a checkup. I'm sure it will surprise you!"

Lin Qingyin nodded, took out her phone, and made a call.

"Dean Wang, could you please bring your equipment to my home to conduct a check-up for my mother? Yes, now! Right now!"

About half an hour later, a white ambulance drove into the villa area.

Dean Wang got out of the car with two other hospital leaders.

Two nurses followed behind, pushing a portable ultrasound machine and other examination equipment.

"Mr. Lin! Mr. Chen!"

Dean Wang had already given instructions.

Lin Qingyin nodded: "Dean Wang, could you please give my mother another check-up?"

"Yes, Mr. Lin!"

Dean Wang was somewhat puzzled, but he didn't say anything more and led his team to begin the examination.

Blood test, ultrasound, tumor marker test.

Although the equipment is portable, it is the best available in the hospital, and the results come out very quickly.

As the ultrasound screen lit up, Dean Wang stared at the image, stunned.

He blinked hard, then leaned closer, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He had personally reviewed the scans of Shen Nanxu's stomach tumor that morning, and they were clearly visible.

It measures 3.5 cm by 4 cm, resembling a small egg, with irregular borders and an ugly shape.

But now the things on the screen are much smaller.

Dean Wang turned to look at the head of the gastroenterology department beside him: "Come and take a look!"

The head of the gastroenterology department gaped, his mouth agape: "This...this is the same lesion?"

"Same location, same patient, it must be the same lesion!" Dean Wang swallowed hard, his voice dry.

The two of them spent a long time studying the screen, and then pulled up the footage they had taken that morning for comparison, looking at it again and again, comparing it over and over.

Finally, they arrived at a conclusion that even they themselves found hard to believe:

The tumor shrank by nearly half, from 3.5 x 4 to approximately 2 x 2.5.

The levels of tumor markers also dropped from over 100 to the normal range.

"President Lin!"

Dean Wang looked at Lin Qingyin, then at Chen Mo, his voice trembling slightly: "What kind of treatment did Madam receive?"

Lin Qingyin said, "Chen Mo gave my mother a few acupuncture treatments!"

"How many needles were inserted?" Dean Wang's voice rose a half-tone. "Just a few needles?"

Lin Qingyin nodded.

Dean Wang and the two hospital leaders exchanged glances, their faces showing expressions of utter disbelief.

"That's impossible!"

The head of the gastroenterology department blurted out, "Even the most advanced targeted therapies can't shrink a tumor by half that quickly!"

Another vice president shook his head, his voice filled with disbelief: "I've practiced medicine for forty years and have never heard of such a thing!"

"Acupuncture can relieve pain and regulate the body, but can it cure cancer? That's beyond my understanding!"

Dean Wang looked at Chen Mo: "Mr. Chen, how...how did you do that?"

Chen Mo smiled faintly: "It's simple, a fever!"

"fever?"

Dean Wang was taken aback.

Chen Mo explained, "Cancer cells are sensitive to heat; they begin to die off in large numbers around 41 degrees Celsius!"

"I used silver needles to protect the patient's head, then stimulated the abdomen to generate heat, controlling the stomach temperature between 41 and 42 degrees Celsius!"

"It burned for over an hour, and many of the cancer cells died."

Dean Wang's mouth was wide open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"We...we...we all know this principle; heat therapy has been around for a long time!"

"But the problem is, how do we precisely control the temperature?"

"How can we heat only a specific area without damaging other organs? How can we ensure even heat distribution?"

"These technical challenges have been unsolved for over a decade abroad, and you...you..."

"Traditional Chinese medicine has used this method for thousands of years; it's called sweating therapy!"

Chen Mo shook his head: "It's just that it was lost later, so fewer and fewer people know how to do it!"

Dean Wang fell silent.

Despite finding it hard to believe, the facts were undeniable, leaving him no choice but to accept them.

The head of the gastroenterology department leaned over and whispered, "Dean, if this case were written down, it could be published in... a top-tier journal!"

Dean Wang glared at him: "What are you writing for? Can you explain the principles clearly?"

The head of the gastroenterology department fell silent. Yes, what is the principle behind acupuncture?

It's hard to explain!

It's impossible to explain!