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"Wow, is this kid serious? He really intends to treat his myocardial infarction with traditional Chinese medicine?"

"It's all over, this man is going to be killed. How could traditional Chinese medicine possibly treat myocardial infarction? It's simply a fantasy."

"Everyone, don't leave. If anything happens to the patient, we'll take this presumptuous troublemaker to the police station together."

"Yes, treating myocardial infarction with traditional Chinese medicine is simply wishful thinking. What's the difference between this and disregarding human life? We absolutely cannot let him off easily."

They are right. Traditional or ordinary Chinese medicine methods cannot treat myocardial infarction, but the Xuanyuan Seven Star Needle is different.

The core of the Xuanyuan Seven Star Needle is the unity of needle and qi; it heals not only through needles but also through qi.

Using qi to dissolve blood stasis and promote new blood circulation, even though this qi cannot enter the blood vessels, it can still play a role in dissolving blood stasis. However, it cannot completely dissolve the blood clot.

However, that was enough. As long as the man's blood vessels were cleared and blood flowed again, his heart could pump blood again, thus waking him up from his coma.

This gives the man time to go to the hospital for thrombolysis or to have a stent implanted.

"What do you know?" Lu Pingchuan's face darkened as he turned to look at the crowd.

"Traditional Chinese medicine takes Yin-Yang and Five Elements, Zang-Fu organs and meridians, Qi, blood and body fluids as its core theories, and constructs a holistic medical view that organically links humans with nature and the human body's organs. It is a life cognition system summarized by the ancients by combining astronomy, geography and humanities, and it is far more amazing than you can imagine."

"What Western medicine can do, traditional Chinese medicine will only do better. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

Lu Pingchuan's words were somewhat exaggerated, but traditional Chinese medicine is something left by our ancestors, so how could they be so disrespectful?

Seeing Lu Pingchuan's certainty, a glimmer of hope rekindled in the man's daughter's eyes. She gripped Lu Pingchuan's arm tightly and asked anxiously.

"Brother, are you serious? Can you really save my dad?"

Lu Pingchuan nodded and gave the other person a reassuring look: "Don't worry, if I say it can be cured, then it definitely can be cured."

"That's wonderful!" the woman exclaimed excitedly. "Brother, as long as you can save my dad, I'll give you any amount of money you want."

"Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew? So many people are watching, let's see how you get out of this mess."

Su Man scoffed, immediately crouching down and placing her hand on the man's wrist: "Beautiful lady, don't listen to his nonsense. How could traditional Chinese medicine possibly..."

She was only halfway through her sentence when her voice abruptly stopped. She looked as if she had been hit by a dull thud, her mouth agape and her eyes filled with shock.

"What's wrong, Xiaoman?" Bai Xue asked, her face full of confusion. "Is the patient... is he/she gone?"

Suman did not answer.

Her hand was still on the man's pulse, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if she had discovered something terrible.

"Is that even a question? It must be true." A bespectacled man pushed up his glasses and resumed his previous condescending posture: "What did I tell you? How could traditional Chinese medicine possibly treat myocardial infarction?"

"It was you." The man pointed at Lu Pingchuan: "You were the one who insisted on obstructing these two nurses from treating the patient. You are fully responsible."

"Damn it, what a jinx." Another man's face darkened, and anger flashed across his face. "He had a sliver of hope to survive thanks to these two nurses, but you ruined it all."

"Gentlemen, people like him should be handed over to the police station and made to face the punishment of the law."

"That's right. And you keep saying traditional Chinese medicine is more miraculous than we imagine—bullshit! Your idea of ​​'miraculous' just means it kills people?"

"That's right, what are you all standing there for? Let's take him to the police station together and let him face the law."

Don't be fooled by their lack of help earlier; when it comes to something like this, they're all indispensable.

As soon as he finished speaking, the onlookers rushed forward, grabbed Lu Pingchuan, and tried to take him to the police station.

"Wait." Su Man suddenly raised her hand, her face showing a look of astonishment, shock, and disbelief, as if she had seen a ghost: "The patient... the patient isn't dead, he... he has a pulse."

The noise stopped abruptly.

The onlookers seemed to have been paused; those holding Lu Pingchuan's hands froze in mid-air, those with open mouths forgot to close them, and those holding up their phones to film forgot to press pause.

The wind blew by, and the leaves on the roadside leaves rustled, the sound particularly clear and jarring at that moment.

"What?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, their voice filled with astonishment.

"Young lady, are you sure? He... he really has a pulse?"

"Yes, young lady, this is a matter of life and death, we dare not speak carelessly."

Bai Xue's expression hardened, and she immediately squatted down to check on the man's condition.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

The man's heart was pounding, and each beat was stronger than the last.

Not only that, the man's complexion changed from ashen to sallow, then to rosy, and his fingers began to move slightly.

This indicates that the man's condition is gradually improving, and if this continues, he will soon be able to wake up from his coma.

three minutes.

From a critically ill patient who was considered by everyone to be suffering a heart attack, with no pulse and the possibility of losing his life at any moment, to a patient whose pulse is steady and strong, whose complexion changes from grayish-white to waxy yellow, then from waxy yellow to slightly red, and who can even move his fingers slightly and is improving.

It only took three minutes and only one silver needle.

There were no medications, no defibrillators, nothing she knew that was necessary to save a heart attack patient.

How is that possible?

Bai Xue's hand was still on the man's wrist. Her brain was working at lightning speed, searching through all the knowledge she had learned, looking for a reasonable and medically logical answer to explain everything that was happening before her eyes.

However, it cannot be found at all.

All of this completely overturned her understanding.

"Dr. Bai Xue?" the bespectacled man called softly, "How is it? Has he really regained his pulse?"

"Yes, Dr. Bai Xue, is everything Nurse Su Man saying true?"

The questions from the group brought Bai Xue back to reality. Although she was unwilling to admit it, she still nodded emphatically.

"Suman is right, he does have a pulse."

Upon hearing this, the scene fell into a deathly silence.

Those who had just pointed at Lu Pingchuan's nose and called him "overestimating himself," those who said "the nurse said it's no good, why didn't you get out of the way," and those who wanted to take Lu Pingchuan to the police station, all fell silent at this moment.

"That's about it." Lu Pingchuan straightened his clothes and reached out to remove the silver needles from the man's body.

"Cough cough cough."

The man coughed a few times, and the silver needles in his chest trembled slightly with each cough.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes: "What...what happened to me?"

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