Yu Shaohua made up his mind, "Go! Notify Dr. Bai Xiao to come to the surgery immediately, with her acupuncture kit." Of course, at this point, one must grasp at straws; besides, he was quite intrigued by the technique of replacing anesthesia with acupuncture. Since Bai Xiao had been commended for it, it couldn’t be fake information.
The military is a place that places great emphasis on discipline—what’s fake can’t be made to seem real.
The foreign experts, having heard the translation, were immediately surprised and began to discuss animatedly.
"What are they saying?" Yu Shaohua, seeing the foreign experts spit flying as they spoke, asked in puzzlement. These people, what do they know about acupuncture.
The translator smiled and said, "They are discussing acupuncture. They have studied its profoundness, but they are totally clueless! However, one of them has actually studied acupuncture under a master. In her opinion, it is absolutely impossible for acupuncture to take the place of anesthetic drugs because when needles are inserted into acupoints, they can only relieve pain temporarily! But a surgery requires at least half an hour to an hour, not to mention any unexpected complications! They don’t think acupuncture is a feasible solution at all.
They suggest instead to increase the dosage of the anesthetic drug, thinking that at least the patient would survive, rather than wasting the patient’s time and making a needless sacrifice."
A foreign expert grabbed Yu Shaohua’s hand, pointed to Jin Junshan, who was still struggling in pain on the surgery bed, and began to speak rapidly and excitedly, as the translator tried to keep up.
"This is Dr. Jack, a renowned surgery expert. He thinks you are joking with the patient’s life, which is irresponsible and mainly violates a person’s human rights."
Before Yu Shaohua could respond, he saw Bai Xiao had already changed into a sterile surgical outfit and entered, and the sterilized acupuncture kit was brought in.
Jin Junshan was already in so much pain that he was nearly out of breath.
Director Zhu Jiang looked at the young newcomer and sighed. The Dean was taking a big risk this time.
If something happened to Director Jin this time, it would tarnish their international reputation, and the stench would spread overseas. He hoped his younger colleague would not bring shame upon them all! If so, Traditional Chinese Medicine, that national treasure, would be cursed by so many.
Bai Xiao looked over. She had already been briefed on the situation by the nurse on the way. It was the first time Bai Xiao heard of a constitution resistant to anesthetics, and it had to be Director Jin from their department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. What a coincidence!
"Dr. Bai, are you confident?" Zhu Jiang couldn’t help himself. Normally, he shouldn’t have asked, but his cultivation was not enough, especially since a life was at stake.
Especially since Director Jin was also their colleague, it would be strange not to worry.
Bai Xiao took out a silver needle and inserted it into Jin Junshan’s arm. Immediately, the screams that had been akin to those of a pig being slaughtered stopped, and the surgery room finally fell silent. Everyone’s ears were at peace at last.
Was there still a need for an answer?
Zhu Jiang was embarrassed for himself. Bai Xiao had answered all their doubts with action.
Bai Xiao rolled her eyes. Was the Director stupid? Why wasn’t he proceeding?
"Director Zhu, please hurry. This acupuncture uses up True Qi," Bai Xiao said softly as she twisted the silver needle.
Jin Junshan turned his head toward the sound and saw Bai Xiao, "You... Dr. Bai... what are you doing here?"