Chinese Medicine: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 594: Chapter 594: Convinced

Time...

...passed, one second at a time.

Luo Xiangnan performed the delicate ablation procedure, all the while keeping a close watch on the patient’s condition.

This was the crux of the entire surgery.

During the creation of the lesion—that is, while using radiofrequency thermocoagulation to destroy the diseased nerve nucleus—it was imperative to closely monitor the patient’s reactions and the clinical results.

This was crucial for achieving a satisfactory outcome and preventing complications.

Therefore, it was best to use little to no sedatives during the operation, ensuring the patient remained highly conscious and cooperative.

If the symptoms didn’t alleviate or signs of complications appeared, it would indicate a deviation in targeting. The ablation would have to be stopped immediately to re-target.

The surgery would also have to be terminated at once if the patient became confused and could no longer cooperate.

But as it was, none of those worrying scenarios had occurred.

Uncle Zhang remained fully conscious the entire time, even managing to chat with the doctors about whether his scalp was itchy.

Just then, an excited voice suddenly rang out.

"The... the patient’s left-hand tremor has stopped! It’s gone!"

The assistant doctor, tasked with observing the patient’s limb movements, pointed at Uncle Zhang’s left hand—which had been shaking uncontrollably just moments ago but was now held perfectly still in mid-air—and shouted in excitement.

The hand was steady as a rock.

Luo Xiangnan and the others were equally thrilled, their hearts pounding.

However, as the lead surgeon, he forced himself to suppress his excitement and maintain his final vestiges of composure...

"Attention."

"Observe for rigidity. Test the joints."

The assistant doctor quickly began his observation and tests, asking the patient to perform fine motor actions like making a fist, extending his fingers, and bending his elbow.

Uncle Zhang’s fingers flexed and extended nimbly, his joints moving smoothly with no sense of obstruction.

"The rigidity... the rigidity is gone, too! Muscle tone has returned to normal!"

The assistant could no longer contain himself and roared with excitement.

He was so ecstatic that his voice trembled, as if he’d forgotten he was in a sterile operating room.

"We did it."

"We... we really did it."

Luo Xiangnan stared at the hand that no longer trembled, his eyes unexpectedly welling up.

For how many years had he dreamed of achieving a surgical result like this?

This was a textbook-perfect operation.

"Good."

He took a deep breath and announced, "Let’s wrap it up! Remove the needles! Suture!"

As Luo Xiangnan’s order to "wrap it up" rang out, thunderous applause erupted throughout the operating room and even in the soundproofed observation gallery.

The applause rolled like waves, echoing endlessly down the hallway.

Dean Song shot to his feet, tears glistening in his eyes, offering the most fervent applause of all.

It was a success!

A true success!

「The surgery concluded.」

Luo Xiangnan, not even bothering to take off his surgical gown, spun around in his excitement and hugged several of his comrades-in-arms. He even gave Li Xu’s shoulder a firm pat, a gesture that said more than words ever could.

Li Xu stood to the side, watching it all. He looked at Uncle Zhang, who, despite the bandages wrapped around his head, wore a relaxed expression and was even trying to wiggle his fingers. Li Xu let out a long sigh of relief, a gratified smile gracing his lips.

’Today, I witnessed—and helped create—a miracle.’

...

「Outside the operating room, in the observation gallery.」

Dean Song became the absolute center of attention, swarmed by a crowd of deans and experts from various hospitals. They all offered their heartiest congratulations and sincere praise.

"Dean Song, that was incredible! I never imagined your Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine could perform neurosurgery at this level!"

An expert from the City People’s Hospital gave a thumbs-up.

"Indeed. With this single operation, your Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine has achieved something monumental. You’ve not only filled a technological gap in Feng City, but you’ve also blazed a new trail."

"To have both the lead surgeon and the ’Anesthesiologist’ for a top-tier surgery come from your own hospital... and for it to be a model of integrating traditional Chinese and Western medicine! Your hospital is truly full of hidden talents."

"Absolutely... If this acupuncture anesthesia can truly be popularized, it would be epoch-making."

"An event like this must be publicized properly! It’s not just an honor for your hospital, but a matter of pride for Feng City’s entire medical community!"

Dean Song was beaming from ear to ear, but he maintained a humble demeanor as he chuckled and said:

"Not at all, not at all. The surgery’s success is a credit to everyone. It’s due to Director Luo’s highly skilled team, and even more so, the result of all our colleagues’ support."

"And especially Dr. Li Xu. His contribution was monumental. Without his masterful acupuncture technique, the surgery could never have proceeded so smoothly."

Hearing this, everyone nodded, their hearts filled with deep emotion.

The success of this operation was extraordinarily significant.

According to statistics, approximately 1.7% of the elderly population over 65 in China suffers from Parkinson’s disease, with nearly 100,000 new cases each year. This represents a massive and suffering demographic.

If all these patients had to rely on imported drugs, like the exorbitantly priced medicine from the multinational giant Tansi Bio, how much would that cost?

Many families would be financially ruined.

It would be a major loss to the lives, health, and finances of ordinary people, as well as a heavy burden on the national health insurance system.

Sickness isn’t like food; if you’re hungry, you can eat a steamed bun instead of a steak.

But with medicine, you can’t just make do, nor can you casually find a substitute.

The pharmaceutical industry has now effectively become an arena for fame and fortune.

Pharmaceutical companies are sprouting up like mushrooms after a spring rain, developing vigorously.

But behind this capitalist pursuit of profit often lie the blood and tears of patients.

This is a scene that doctors in the country are most unwilling to see.

But Li Xu’s attempt today had undoubtedly torn an opening in this predicament, bringing a new ray of hope—using a Chinese method to solve a world-class problem!

...

Li Xu, Luo Xiangnan, and the others walked out of the operating room and changed out of their scrubs, their faces weary yet radiant.

Dean Song had been waiting at the door with a group of people. The moment they saw the surgical team emerge, they crowded around to offer their congratulations.

"You’ve worked hard. You all did an outstanding job."

Dean Song shook hands with Li Xu and Luo Xiangnan in turn.

After a short break, the hospital immediately organized a small debriefing and discussion seminar.

The conference room was packed to capacity.

The topic everyone was most curious about was, of course, the miraculous "acupuncture anesthesia."

A director of anesthesiology from the City People’s Hospital asked, "Dean Li, what was the principle behind the deep needle insertion at the Quanliao acupoint just now? How could it so precisely block the sensation of pain without affecting consciousness?"

Li Xu didn’t hold anything back, explaining everything he knew. "Actually, it utilizes the theory of nerve segmentation. Deep behind the Quanliao acupoint is the pathway of the second branch of the trigeminal nerve. By applying electrical stimulation at a specific frequency, you can create a ’gate effect,’ which preferentially occupies the nerve conduction pathway, thereby blocking pain signals from being transmitted..."

He combined TCM meridians with modern anatomy, giving a profound explanation in simple terms.

Everyone listened, nodding frequently, their expressions thoughtful. The pens in their hands never stopped moving.

Luo Xiangnan sat beside him, watching the eloquently speaking Li Xu, his eyes filled with admiration.

This time, he was completely and utterly convinced.

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