263: Chapter 258 Director Fang’s Medical Patent 263: Chapter 258 Director Fang’s Medical Patent Ye Tian was once again embraced by him, truly left with no choice.
“Could you please not hold onto me?
I can’t perform the acupuncture if you do,” Ye Tian really wanted to slap him to death, but he explained reluctantly, “You say I’m crazy, I can bear that, but what if I actually wake Wang Ke’er up?
What would you say then?”
“A vegetative person can’t possibly wake up.
I urge you to stop right now.
Your mental problem is serious.
I can introduce you to a head of psychiatry; he’s an expert in this field.
You’re still young, and if you seek treatment early, you should be able to recover,” Director Fang actually tried persuading Ye Tian.
Director Fang also said, “Unless the patient’s family signs the consent, I won’t let you prick and stab her at will.
Who knows if your silver needles are sterilized?
If it causes an infection, it could cost someone their life!”
His words were very professional, and not without reason.
Ye Tian found himself at a loss for words, truly without a good solution.
He suddenly raised his right hand, forming a sword finger, aiming to press Director Fang’s Danzhong acupoint, thinking, sorry, but for Ke’er to wake up sooner, please suffer a little, brother has no other choice.
With one press, Director Fang collapsed, his whole body paralyzed, his limbs stiff, no longer able to stop Ye Tian.
Right at that moment, a hot-figured lady in leather strode into the ICU.
The woman was of average height, her beautiful face full of sorrow.
She didn’t even look at the doctor lying on the floor; all her attention was on Wang Ke’er on the bed.
Seeing the latter in an unending sleep, her body shook, the news she’d received was indeed true.
Then, she saw Ye Tian administering the needles to save someone.
“You’re here too!” Wang Bingbing was somewhat shocked, she hadn’t expected Ye Tian to arrive even earlier than her.
Without asking further, this fiery lady was Wang Ke’er’s older sister, Wang Bingbing.
It turned out that Wang Bingbing had only just received news that her sister had been injured in the process of capturing a criminal and was now lying in the ICU with a head injury that could potentially leave her vegetative.
The news struck like a bolt from the blue, startling Wang Bingbing so much that the normally domineering Ice Snow Queen showed a look of extreme panic, surprising her subordinates.
Wang Ke’er was Wang Bingbing’s younger sister and the only close relative she had in River City.
Bingbing doted on her since childhood, always saving the best things for Ke’er, willing to give selflessly.
Not an exaggeration to say, Wang Ke’er was the most important person in Wang Bingbing’s life; for her sister, she would do anything.
When Ke’er graduated from police academy and became a criminal policeman, which was a highly dangerous job, Wang Bingbing, not yet the Ice Snow Queen, laid down the law in River City’s underworld that anyone who dared to trouble her sister would have to face her wrath.
It was because of Wang Bingbing’s tyrannical ways that the underworld had to show respect.
No one dared to cause trouble in Ke’er’s jurisdiction, even petty theft was rare.
Ke’er had been unaware of all this, and Bingbing never allowed anyone to speak of it.
Later, when Ke’er won the combat championship and became well-known, those petty thieves dared even less to make trouble in her area; they didn’t want to get beaten up.
Wang Ke’er was the apple of Wang Bingbing’s eye, her precious treasure.
But now, the valiant and vibrant Wang Ke’er was motionless, lying quietly on the hospital bed, her appearance haggard as if she had aged a decade.
Tears swirled in Wang Bingbing’s eyes.
The normally forceful Ice Snow Queen actually started to sob quietly, crying like a wronged little girl.
However, Wang Bingbing quickly noticed Ye Tian and the silver needles in his hand, and the pain on her face diminished slightly.
“Can you cure Ke’er?
This time, I’m begging you,” Wang Bingbing said with a choked voice.
Around the entire River City, even the whole province, Wang Bingbing was one of the people who best understood Ye Tian’s identity.
The king of the night’s status was not for show.
Wang Bingbing did not believe in miracles, but if there ever was one, it would surely come from Ye Tian’s hands.
Since meeting Ye Tian, he had brought her numerous surprises; many impossible tasks, in his eyes, were a matter of course.
Could Ye Tian cure Ke’er this time?
Wang Bingbing clenched her fists with anxiety.
She had heard from her subordinates about Ke’er’s condition; apparently, her brain had suffered a severe injury leading to a profound coma, some doctors even said she was vegetative, destined never to wake up again in this lifetime.
Vegetative, these simple three words, were like a death sentence to her sister.
Ke’er was so young; why was fate so unjust?
Wang Bingbing truly wanted to kill everyone in the world.
If her sister really became vegetative, there was no meaning to her own life; then let the entire River City be buried with her.
In response to Wang Bingbing’s inquiry, Ye Tian did not answer.
At this moment, all his thoughts were on Wang Ke’er.
The nine Dragon-whisker Needles had been used.
Nine Dragons Ascension was an act against fate; if unsuccessful, Wang Ke’er would die soon after.
The young man’s forehead was covered in sweat, his eyes unblinking, staring fixedly at Wang Ke’er’s brain.
His penetrative ability was almost like a divine skill; absolutely incomparable to any CT, and the most exquisite technology was no match for Ye Tian’s eyes.
Ye Tian slowly circulated his internal energy, and as warm streams of energy flowed, the Dragon-whisker Needle pierced into the nine major acupuncture points of Wang Ke’er.
The blood circulation in her body became erratic—flowing in some places, blocked in others.
The blood underwent instantaneous changes, and blood pressure and heartbeat varied accordingly.
Ye Tian utilized every change to his advantage.
The pressure in the blood vessels built up, constantly assaulting the hematoma in the brain.
Meanwhile, Ye Tian slowly exerted his power, a gentle stream of mysterious energy slowly clearing the blockage in Wang Ke’er’s cerebral blood vessels.
The clot slowly changed, but there were no signs of it loosening, which immensely frustrated Ye Tian, truly uncertain of what to do next.
Wang Bingbing also noticed something amiss and understood that they were at a critical juncture.
One step forward could mean life, one step back, death.
Whether her sister would live or die was now up to fate.
Director Fang, who had been immobilized by acupoint pressing, collapsed on the ground, his lower body numb and utterly unable to move.
Although it wasn’t exactly like the acupoint pressing shown in TV dramas, it was quite similar, and his own experience made him understand that the young man in front of him was extraordinary.
He couldn’t help but reevaluate Ye Tian’s words, and eventually, he chose to believe, “Perhaps this young man truly is a descendant of Bian Que.
It’s not impossible.
The world is vast and full of wonders.”
In reality, he had no idea that Bian Que and the like were nothing but a spur-of-the-moment fib from Ye Tian.
The medical skills Ye Tian had learned were even more ancient and mysterious than Bian Que’s, and he would not easily reveal them.
Even so, Director Fang still had trouble believing in Ye Tian’s medical skills.
After all, a vegetative state is a vegetative state, not so easily cured.
If it really were that easy, then there would be no need for hospitals; everyone would simply study traditional Chinese medicine.
At that moment, Ye Tian suddenly raised his right hand and tapped gently on Wang Ke’er’s head.
Wang Ke’er shuddered immediately, and Director Fang saw it clearly—the fingers of the vegetative patient moved slightly.
It was unbelievable.
He straightened his eyes and through the slowly cracking lenses, he indeed saw the fingertips of the vegetative patient move.
“They moved!” Director Fang was astonished.
Regardless of whether the young man could awaken the vegetative patient, even getting her fingers to curl was already a medical miracle.
Director Fang looked at Ye Tian with newfound respect.
Combining this with Ye Tian’s acupoint pressing, he had to reassess the ancient art of traditional Chinese medicine.
This practice had existed for thousands of years and persevered through time.
There must be some profound mysteries behind it, and it was definitely not as ineffective as he previously thought.
Seeing Wang Ke’er’s fingers move, Wang Bingbing almost burst into tears of excitement.
Her heart was filled with hope—for her sister to sit up, open her eyes, and fully wake up, just like before, to keep her company, even if it meant quarreling with her again.
But disappointingly, after her fingers moved once, Wang Ke’er did not move again.
Ye Tian’s expression grew increasingly grim as he continued to insert needles.
More and more silver needles were used, but Wang Ke’er lay motionless, not even her fingers moved anymore.
Half an hour later, Ye Tian heaved a sigh, helplessly shook his head, and said with a saddened expression, “Ke’er, I’m sorry.
It’s my fault, I’m useless.
I didn’t manage to save you.”
This attempt at needle therapy was a failure.
Ye Tian was ready to remove the silver needles from Wang Ke’er’s body, but he hesitated, unable to bring himself to do it.
Wang Ke’er was relying solely on the Dragon-whisker Needle to cling to life; once the needles were removed, her life would end.
Just now, he had exhausted every method, yet he still couldn’t dislodge the blood clot in the brain.
Ye Tian sighed at his insufficient powers.
If he had another ten years to further his skills, he was confident that he could save Wang Ke’er.
Unfortunately, reality was unforgiving, and there were no ifs.
“Big Brother Ye, please, you must save Ke’er.
No matter what it takes, no matter what is needed, as long as it can make Ke’er wake up, I’ll do whatever you say,” Wang Bingbing pleaded with a choked voice.
Ye Tian sighed, “The pressure in the blood is not enough.
I can’t clear the clot in her head.
I’ve really tried everything.”
Wang Bingbing’s complexion turned deathly pale.
Even the King of the Night felt helpless.
Could it be that her sister was truly going to die?
She was still so young.
It was just too unfair.
Director Fang suddenly spoke up, “You could try electric pulse therapy, which might increase blood pressure.”
“Electric pulse therapy?” Ye Tian was puzzled.
“What is that?”
“Electric pulse therapy is a new project I’ve been working on in recent years, and I’ve already applied for a patent.
Our hospital equips it in every ICU,” Director Fang said with pride and excitement when talking about his medical patent.
He enthusiastically explained electric pulse therapy to Ye Tian, outlining it as utilizing electric waves to stimulate the human body, thereby affecting blood pressure and blood flow.
Despite his elaborate explanation, it really didn’t have much therapeutic effect; essentially, it was just a health care device that used electricity, similar to massage devices sold at street stalls.
It couldn’t be widely adopted because it couldn’t treat illnesses—it was merely a health product as useful as a rib.
Nevertheless, Professor Fang spoke convincingly and logically, leaving Ye Tian with no ground to refuse.
“Let’s try it then.
A dead horse will be treated as if it’s still alive!” Ye Tian made up his mind, then asked Wang Bingbing, “Little maid, what do you think?”
Wang Bingbing bit her lip and finally nodded, “Let’s try.”
No sooner said than done, Ye Tian immediately transferred healing energy to Director Fang, relieving the numbness in his body.
Director Fang then quickly fetched the electric pulse device, which was a small apparatus not much different from a blood pressure monitor and was driven by a 220-volt AC current, simple to use.