In this scene, people around us were sad. Most of them were people with families and children. They were very sympathetic to the suffering of this family, and they shook their heads and sighed.
"How old is the child?"
Just when the child's mother was about to cry out, a voice sounded in her ear. Yehaoxuan came over. Her calm look and almost magical voice calmed her heart.
"Eight, eight years old, save my child."
The child's mother was already crying out, as if everyone was her straw. As long as she came to her, she would hold on to it.
By this time, the reporters from the surrounding TV stations had rushed to the scene to report the accident.
Yehaoxuan nodded and walked up to the child. He stretched out his hand and put it on the child's pulse. The little boy had just been knocked out seven or eight meters away. Now he can hardly feel a pulse.
"Help me." Yehaoxuan took out the gold needle as he said.
Xue was stunned. The scene in front of her had a huge impact on her. She was a daughter. When she had seen such a bloody scene, the blood on the little boy made her feel a thrill. But when yehaoxuan called, she bit her teeth and walked forward. She wanted to help yehaoxuan untie the child's clothes, but when she saw the red blood on the ground, she couldn't help feeling dizzy, Her head was dizzy and her feet were soft. She almost fell to the ground.
Yehaoxuan hurriedly helped her, then pressed and pinched several acupoints on her body and said, "if you feel blood sick, don't try to show off your ability. Life is at stake. Go back. I don't have time to take care of you."
Yehaoxuan's voice is very strict. He doesn't give Miss Xue any face at all. He hears that the older policeman who has been guarding the side is sweating. The boy really doesn't know Xue Tingyu's identity?
"You..." from childhood, no one dared to teach herself such a lesson face to face. Xue was so angry that she wanted to prove to him that she was not useless, but the dizziness in her mind forced her to step back.
An older policeman hurriedly brought a chair, helped Xue sit down and said politely, "Miss Xue, why don't you go to the car and have a rest."
"No." Xue listens to the rain and calms down. The dizziness in her mind gradually disappears. She is a stubborn person. She comes to yehaoxuan for the first time, grits her teeth and tries to overcome her fear of blood. Even if she doesn't help, she can't be despised by yehaoxuan. She wants to tell this man that she is not a charming daughter.
Yehaoxuan looked at Xue Tingyu in surprise, ignored her, and began to save people.
At this time, Tang Bing came to help take off the little boy's clothes, and then took out the silver needle.
"Use your family's Five Dragon needling technique to lock the pulse and strengthen the collaterals. I'll take care of the rest." Yehaoxuan said to Tang Bing.
Tang Bing nodded slightly, and then skillfully displayed his family's Five Dragon needling technique. Tang Bing's own attainments in traditional Chinese medicine are not shallow. With the guidance of Ye haoxuan day and night, her medical skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Her current medical skills are not comparable to her grandfather Tang yuan.
Yehaoxuan is trying to figure out when he will get through her Ren Du pulse so that she can resist the needle with Qi just like herself.
Looking at Tang Bing's calm appearance and her skillful needling skills, Xue Tingyu suddenly envied her.
Maybe only such a woman can be his help, Xue Tingyu thought.
The crowd of onlookers opened their eyes wide. The doctor announced that the child was no longer saved. Could the young man save him?
"What are you doing?" The doctor who hasn't left is puzzled.
"Save people." Yehaoxuan responded faintly. Tang Bing's silver needles were together. His hands were like electricity. He quickly sealed several acupoints on the little boy, and then, holding a gold needle, quickly stabbed several acupoints on the injured person.
"The child is hopeless. Let him rest in peace." A doctor shook his head.
"Western medicine is hopeless, and Chinese medicine is not necessarily hopeless."
Yehaoxuan's hands were like electricity, and the nine needles of returning the sun came out. Although the little boy had no sign of life, he was still angry. As long as he was treated in time, he should be able to rescue him.
"Traditional Chinese medicine?"
A doctor scoffed at the little boy's injury. Even if a fairy came, it would be difficult to save him. Western medicine can't cure him. Traditional Chinese medicine is a heaven and night lake. Besides, how much can this young man know about traditional Chinese medicine?
Seeing ye haoxuan's prudence on his face, the onlookers were inspired. They stood outside the warning line and looked at ye haoxuan with wide eyes. They were afraid that they might miss a little. They really wondered whether ye haoxuan could really save people.
However, seeing ye haoxuan's calm face, they also vaguely looked forward to it.
Half an hour later, ye haoxuan has played three times on the tail of the Nine Yang returning needles, that is to say, he has passed three times of genuine Qi, and Zhu you's life in the operation has also been performed. Whether the child can survive depends on the will of heaven.
Yehaoxuan was silent. He stared at the trembling gold needle on the little boy. The tail of the gold needle had been shaking for five minutes. If the tail of the needle stopped this time and people couldn't wake up, it would be hopeless.
A moment later, these gold needles, which were still shaking violently, suddenly stopped on the spot. A second ago, these gold needles were still shaking, but they said to stop and stop, as if they had been fixed.
The little boy's fingers moved slightly, and yehaoxuan was delighted that he had not been busy for most of the day. Finally, the child was rescued.
"Save your traditional Chinese medicine. It's been so long, unless it's a miracle." The attending doctor on the ambulance shook his head helplessly.
"You are right. Traditional Chinese medicine is a miracle."
Yehaoxuan slowly stood up. As he stood up, the lifeless child suddenly coughed and vomited some blood in his mouth. Then a hoarse cry came.
"Live, live, look."
"Really, this can be saved. Is this an immortal?"
"Chinese medicine, Chinese medicine is so powerful. I will go to see Chinese medicine when I am ill."
"It's really a miracle. At least my heart stopped for an hour."
The crowd of onlookers burst open with a bang. The doctors who came with the ambulance were stunned by the scene. When they just looked at the little boy's situation, their heart stopped and their pupils had spread. It was absolutely impossible to save him. But this young man, who was not amazing, actually saved him with traditional Chinese medicine. I have to say that it was a miracle.
Several attending doctors rushed forward to check the child's condition. After checking, the results came out.
"Normal heart rate..."
"Normal breathing and stable blood pressure."
"My God, all the bones in his chest have healed. It's impossible."
Several white coats looked at each other like ghosts, almost doubting whether the data in their hands was wrong.
"Thank you, doctor. You are the benefactor of our family."
The child's father fell on his knees to ye haoxuan and wept with joy.
"Get up quickly. The child is still very weak. It's best to go to the hospital for observation for a few days. I'll give you a prescription. In a week, I'll come to xuanhu house for further treatment."
Yehaoxuan quickly helped the two men up.
The couple just stood up, but the child's mother had just experienced hell and heaven. Her eyes were dark and she was about to fall to one side when her head tilted. Her husband quickly helped her.
"It's OK. I'm just too excited. Just have a rest." Yehaoxuan pinched the child's mother, and the child's mother woke up.
"This gentleman, our reporter at a certain station, can I give you an interview?" The reporter who just rushed to the scene at the first time would not miss such a good opportunity. He rushed up at the first time.
After hesitating for a while, ye haoxuan nodded. He wanted to keep a low profile, but the reality did not allow him to keep a low profile, because he had just come here, and the reputation of the hanging pot house had not yet spread. What he wanted to do now was to promote traditional Chinese medicine.
"Did you just use traditional Chinese medicine?"
The beautiful reporter looked at yehaoxuan with bright eyes. This is a big news. The news of car accidents like this happens almost every day. If they weren't nearby, they wouldn't have rushed to the scene at all.
However, the injured in the car accident had their heart stopped for nearly an hour, and were finally rescued with the medical skill of bringing the dead back to life. This is a big news.
More importantly, this was done by a young man using traditional Chinese medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine is called a trick by some activists.
"If false, replace it." Yehaoxuan smiled faintly.
"According to my previous knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, I don't think it can cure serious diseases. How did you do it?"
"Your perception is wrong. Traditional Chinese medicine can not only cure diseases, but also treat serious diseases. What happened just now is a good example. Of course, due to the decline of traditional Chinese medicine in recent years, few people can reach this level."
"I think you are endorsing traditional Chinese medicine. Are you sure about the situation just now?"
"No, I'm only half sure." Yehaoxuan is telling the truth. Although he has extraordinary medical skills and metaphysical skills, the probability of rescuing people like that just now is only half.
"Only half sure? Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble? What if you can't save it?"
"I think, as a doctor, especially a traditional Chinese medicine, I have my own family's medical ethics heritage. If I don't try it, my conscience and medical ethics will condemn me all my life."
"It is the first time that I have seen such magic medical skills. Where did you learn your medical skills?"
"My grandfather is there, but he has been dead for a long time." Mentioning grandpa yehaoxuan is a little sad.
"Excuse me, is that hospital yours?"