Reborn in a virtual world, before the house was taken away

Chapter 179 Fang Guangying's First Acupuncture Treatment

When Feng Qingqing heard Grandpa Fang's question, she knew that everyone was getting impatient, so she turned around to look at Uncle Fang and Aunt Fang.

Li Wenjing and her husband weren't particularly anxious at the moment. It wasn't that they didn't care about their son, but they didn't have high expectations for whether the girl could cure their youngest son.

But I also wanted to hear what this girl thought.

Judging from the past two days, this young lady's medical skills seem to be quite good.

Seeing her turn around and look at them, they were a little puzzled, unsure of what the girl meant.

But I was also a little nervous.

Although the two men couldn't cure their youngest son, they didn't believe this young woman had any other solutions.

But deep down, I still had some expectations.

What if!

Most parents are like this.

Feng Qingqing pondered for a long time, and by this time she already had a plan in mind.

Now he speaks not only calmly but also fluently:

"Uncle, Aunt, judging from my cousin's pulse, it is indeed a choppy pulse, indicating blood stasis."

Everyone listened intently and attentively.

"Furthermore, I had previously spoken with my cousin's attending physician, and the scans revealed that the blood clot in his brain had dissipated considerably."

The size of the blood clot shouldn't affect his awakening, but...

As everyone listened to her description, they knew the important part was yet to come.

Everyone in the ward held their breath, their eyes fixed on Feng Qingqing, waiting for her to continue.

Usually, but the most important part comes after that.

really.

"Now my cousin not only has undissipated blood clots in his brain, but also small blood clots or blood streaks distributed in his brain. They can't be called blood clots, they are blood streaks."

My cousin is still unconscious, and I suspect it's related to the persistent blood vessels in his brain.

Grandpa Fang quickly pressed for an answer:

"Is this blood streaks serious? Will they disappear on their own?"

When Feng Qingqing heard Old Master Fang ask this question, she gently shook her head:

"The human brain is the most complex organ, and my cousin's level of blood stasis is a serious problem."

He should have woken up long ago.

However, everyone's physical condition is different.

The brain's structure is so complex that it cannot be explained by common sense.

In fact, everyone understood what she meant.

Under normal circumstances, the impact should be minimal.

But since Fang Guangying hasn't woken up, we can't use common sense to explain it.

Everyone stared intently, pondering Feng Qingqing's words.

Then Feng Qingqing began to explain:

"The medication my cousin's doctor is currently prescribing is to help dissolve the blood clots, but whether it will actually work and to what extent is still uncertain."

Feng Qingqing thought to herself: Such a fine blood clot cannot be detected by film. If she didn't have an internal view, she wouldn't be able to see it either.

"Your cousin has many small blood clots distributed in his brain. Do you have any solutions?"

Li Wenjing then asked a question.

From the conversation between the young woman and Grandpa Fang, it's clear that she has a lot of ideas.

She even has her own unique insights into her youngest son's brain condition.

Even if there's only a one percent chance, she's willing to try.

Upon hearing her aunt's question, Feng Qingqing gently shook her head.

Then he looked at the people in the ward:

"I'm not entirely sure, but I can try to clear the meridians in his brain with acupuncture, which I think will have some effect on his condition."

She spoke cautiously, but deep down she still harbored some expectations.

This wasn't just out of respect for Grandpa Fang; they wanted to wake up their younger cousin. It's truly heartbreaking to see such a promising young man lying in bed like this.

On the other hand, she also wanted to confirm some of her guesses. The internal view and the black spots had only appeared recently, and she was still figuring things out as she went along.

When everyone saw her shaking her head, they were immediately disappointed.

Although I heard about her acupuncture treatment later, I still felt that the chances were slim.

They had been hoping the girl would offer a treatment that would provide immediate results.

But Old Master Fang knew that this girl was not one to make empty promises. Since she said it might be of some help, it must be.

At this moment, he quickly grabbed Feng Qingqing's hands:

"Qingqing, do your best to treat her."

We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate.

He didn't want to put too much pressure on Feng Qingqing, and knowing that the girl was aware of her own thoughts, he didn't say anything more.

Uncle Fang and his companion sat nearby, nodding slightly in agreement to her continuing treatment.

It was now noon.

The group simply ate a quick meal in the ward.

They waited in the ward for 3 p.m. to arrive.

Everyone felt that time was passing very slowly and was extremely agonizing.

After finishing her meal, Feng Qingqing sat in a chair, closed her eyes to rest, and after a short while, she got up and went to Fang Guangying's bedside.

He placed his small bag on the cabinet next to him and took out his silver needle case.

Everyone saw that she was about to begin acupuncture.

They all wanted to gather around, but Feng Qingqing waved her hand, telling them to go away.

A crowd gathering can hinder airflow above the patient.

Feng Qingqing first disinfected the silver needles and determined the acupuncture points and the force of the needles to be used.

Only then did they begin administering acupuncture.

Because the blood clots in Fang Guangying's brain were scattered quite far apart, they could not be completely covered at once.

She had prepared a contingency plan, limiting each acupuncture treatment to a very small area.

The onlookers, including Feng Qingqing's uncle's children, were once again impressed by her fluid and skillful acupuncture techniques. They thought to themselves that no matter what else she might do, her acupuncture skills were definitely not lacking.

A calm gaze, and the decisive action of inserting the needle.

After inserting the needle into the skin, Feng Qingqing adjusted the depth and force of the needle from time to time according to the instructions.

Even without kung fu skills, fine beads of sweat appeared on his face and forehead.

Seeing this, everyone realized that although acupuncture seemed easy, it was actually very mentally taxing.

About fifteen minutes later, Feng Qingqing removed all the silver needles from Fang Guangying's head and put them in her purse.

When everyone looked at Fang Guangying's face again, whether it was psychological or something else, they felt that his expression seemed to have eased a little.

At this moment, Li Wenjing spoke with some emotion:

"Guangying must have just had acupuncture; she seems to be feeling better now."

She had received acupuncture from Feng Qingqing yesterday, and when she woke up this morning, she felt incredibly refreshed, a feeling she hadn't experienced in many years.

My son was also pricked by this girl for a long time. Even if he didn't wake up, he should have felt better and his expression should have shown some reaction.

Hearing her say this, the crowd nodded somewhat uncertainly.

I don't quite understand, but since Li Wenjing said that, she must have her reasons.

While everyone was still pondering Feng Qingqing's acupuncture skills and observing Feng Guangying's complexion.

Suddenly the ward door opened, and several doctors in white coats walked in. The one leading them was an experienced senior doctor who looked to be around 60 years old.

Upon entering, she walked directly to Uncle Fang, who had already stood up.