Chapter 13: I Can Still Save

Yang Kun, the Holy Hand, is the founder of Yan Yao Tang.

He himself has almost all the glory of the medical world, saving countless lives and helping the wounded, and countless disciples.

He is committed to developing and innovating medicine, and his only dream is to make Chinese medicine go global.

After Zhang Zhi was disturbed by the movement behind him, he subconsciously looked back.

When he saw Yang Kun, he was also very excited.

Ran directly in front of him.

"Elder Yang, you can come."

Being able to invite Yang Kun is enough to see his illustrious family background.

Ye Chen silently watched them walk towards the operating room, because of Yang Kun's arrival, the surroundings had completely quieted.

The door of the emergency room opened, and the medical staff inside told Zhang Zhi the specific news.

"How can it be that there will be problems caused by bruising, but someone helped her clean up the bruising just now, what do you do in the hospital to eat!"

Zhang Zhi angrily questioned the other party.

Hearing that the problem was caused by bruising, Ye Chen frowned.

Originally, he had been sitting in his seat, with no intention of getting involved, but now he had to go over and take a look.

He stood up and walked over.

Hearing all kinds of data said by the doctor, I also knew in my heart that now Ye Qing'er had reached the juncture of life and death crisis.

If one is not good, the person may not be there.

He had previously checked that Ye Qing'er's bruising could indeed pose a threat to the heart.

For now, the worst has happened.

"The patient's heart has stopped!"

In the emergency room, a person suddenly ran out and shouted loudly for the doctor to hurry up and take a look.

"Qing'er!"

Zhang Zhi was extremely anxious, and his heart was even more angry.

"Look at the old decay."

Yang Kun had already carried out a simple disinfection just now, and he forced everyone to walk into the room.

Ye Chen also followed, and someone wanted to stop him.

was pushed away by Zhang Zhi.

"I believe in Him."

Yang Kun glanced back at Ye Chen in surprise, and the other doctors were also staring at him.

At the moment, the patient was important, and Yang Kun did not stay too much and went to the operating room.

Yang Kun directly checked Ye Qing'er's specific situation, and Ye Chen began to check various surgical data and records.

"The heart pulse is weak, the breath disappears, and the pupils begin to dilate, but there is still one breath, and the person can be saved."

As he spoke, Yang Kun took out a needle bag from the medicine box, and after arranging it, a row of silver needles jumped in front of him.

He quickly pulled out four needles and pierced them in Ye Qing'er's heart, the top of his head, his lower abdomen, and Yin Tang.

These four needles seem to be out of order, but Ye Chen recognized them at a glance, this is the four-pole needle method.

Quadrupole needle method.

He wanted to gather the four directions of the human body's qi into Ye Qing'er's qi flow, mobilize the last bit of vitality in the qi sea, and impact the pulse of the whole.

Ye Qing'er's pulse really appeared on the pole again, and everyone around was surprised.

But soon the pulse dissipated again, Yang Kun frowned, he didn't expect things to be so tricky.

This time, he directly pulled out eight silver needles, a total of twelve silver needles, which fell on several large acupuncture points of Ye Qing'er.

Every time she fell, Ye Qing'er only shook slightly, but she didn't react at all.

Yang Kun's face was gloomy, and he took out four needles again, if he still failed.

Then even he has no power to return to the sky.

The four needles fell again, but Ye Qing'er still didn't react.

Yang Kun sighed helplessly and stopped moving.

He had tried his best to save him, but it had no effect.

It can only be said that fate should be like this.

"Inform Zhang Zhi and let him prepare for the future."

Yang Kun said helplessly.

But at this moment, Ye Chen opened his mouth and said, "Maybe I still have a way." ”

Ye Chen knew Ye Qing'er's specific situation very well, just now he had been integrating all the data, and he had also checked Yang Kun's treatment methods.

It did work, but there were some deviations in the methods he used.

Of course, he won't point fingers at Yang Kun.

Hearing him say this, all the people in the emergency room were stunned, and Yang Kun's face turned angry.

"It's all like this, people are getting cold, what are you kidding?"

"Old Yang, I'm not joking, and I never joke about patients, I really have a way."

As he spoke, he had already walked to the bedside.

He used his hand to find Ye Qing'er's Tanzhong acupuncture point, and then pressed a little harder.

"The only remnant of her breath, you want to melt it?"

Ye Chen didn't answer, but in the eyes of everyone, Ye Qing'er really made a move again after Ye Chen's gentle gesture.

With just a slight touch, he brought back to life someone who might have died.

This scene directly stunned everyone present, and the pulse of the heart on the machine never stopped at all.

People really survived.

Then Ye Chen asked the nurse and doctor next to him to clean up Ye Qing'er's bruises, and he began to get dressed.

After he put on the costume, Ye Chen personally operated on Ye Qing'er on bone spurs.

His successive movements made everyone around him stunned.

Especially the doctors who came in with Yang Kun.

"Who is this kid?"

"I don't know, it seems that his medical skills are quite powerful, you see that even if he is a teacher, he is extremely surprised now."

"Maybe it's a trick, and I think this matter should also be due to the teacher, otherwise why didn't he make a move at the beginning, it should be after the teacher's needlework and his technique cooperated, and such a miracle would appear."

Originally, many people thought that Ye Qing'er would definitely die, but now that she sees that she still has a way to save her.

But at that moment, the machine stopped again.

The pulse disappeared, and there was no recurring.

People are gone.

Yang Kun looked at Ye Qing'er, who was still in surgery, and frowned.

The doctor next to him couldn't stand it.

"Hey, the people are gone, aren't you insulting the dead like this?"

"Boy, stop it, you're too immoral like this."

Inside the operating room, the medical staff also stopped.

Only Ye Chen is still continuing the operation.