Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Promotion
"My colleagues."
Luo Xiangnan stood up and said with emotion, "I used to be prejudiced against acupuncture anesthesia, thinking it was pseudoscience. But today, the facts speak for themselves."
"If this technology can be widely adopted, the benefits are simply innumerable. First, it greatly reduces surgical costs and risks, making it especially suitable for elderly patients who are too frail to tolerate general anesthesia. Second, it allows the patient to remain conscious during the operation. For procedures like neurosurgery or orthopedics that require the patient’s cooperation, this is nothing short of a divine technique."
"I propose that our hospital establish a dedicated ’Acupuncture Anesthesia Research Group,’ with Dean Li at the helm, to explore this further."
Dean Song looked at Li Xu. "Vice Dean Li, what are your thoughts?"
Li Xu nodded. "I think that’s a great idea."
Dean Song made the final decision. "Good, let’s do it. Also, there will be a celebratory dinner tonight for everyone."
...
「That afternoon.」
A piece of news caused quite a stir in professional medical journals and on the science and technology sections of major web portals.
China’s First, and the World’s First, Surgery for Secondary Parkinson’s Syndrome Using Full Acupuncture Anesthesia Successfully Completed in Feng City!
This type of highly technical news was rarely seen on the homepages of entertainment websites filled with celebrity gossip.
The average person didn’t pay much attention to it, nor could they understand it.
However... in the medical industry and in academic circles, it created a massive storm.
Many medical professionals were incredibly excited when they saw it.
The world’s first.
This was a miracle for China!
It was the comeback of Traditional Chinese Medicine!
"At ten o’clock this morning, the world’s first stereotactic ablation for secondary Parkinson’s syndrome was successfully completed at the Feng City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. The surgery was boldly innovative, using no chemical anesthetics whatsoever. Only acupuncture anesthesia was employed. The patient remained fully conscious throughout the procedure with an extremely high level of cooperation. The tremor symptoms vanished on the spot, and the results were remarkable..."
"Primary contributors: Li Xu, Luo Xiangnan..."
...
「Capital City, Peking Union Medical College Hospital.」
As one of the nation’s top medical institutions, its experts constantly monitored cutting-edge developments.
Professor Qin Ming, an oncology specialist, sat at his desk, a freshly printed report in his hand. His brow was furrowed, his eyes filled with shock and incredulous doubt.
"Acupuncture anesthesia? For a craniotomy? This is too..."
Qin Ming took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
As a leading authority in his field, he was worldly and knowledgeable.
If it had been achieved with some modern high-tech method, he would have, at most, marveled that modern technology had advanced once again.
But it was actually done with acupuncture anesthesia.
This struck a deep chord within him.
He had personally witnessed the golden age of acupuncture anesthesia in the 1960s and 70s.
Back then, he was still a student and had seen his teachers use silver needles to create one miracle after another.
But later, after he began his own career, acupuncture anesthesia gradually fell into decline for various reasons, completely replaced by modern Western anesthetic methods.
It had become a lingering regret for him.
’Now, someone has actually picked it up again?’
’And used it in such a difficult surgery, no less?’
"Li Xu..."
Qin Ming murmured the name.
He had previously read reports about Li Xu developing the Dragon Bone Powder, the Calming Pill, and the Sobriety Tea. He knew this young man was brilliant—one might even call him a prodigy.
He had long wanted to pay him a visit and exchange ideas.
’This is the perfect opportunity. I’ll go to Feng City and see for myself. Seeing is believing.’
Qin Ming was a man of action. He immediately had his assistant book a ticket and contact the Feng City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
...
「Two days later, in a conference room at the City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.」
A high-level, closed-door meeting was in progress.
Professor Qin Ming looked weary from his journey, but his spirit was high.
Sitting across from him were Li Xu, Luo Xiangnan, and Dean Song.
Without much in the way of pleasantries, Qin Ming directly requested to see the surgical recording.
As the scenes played out on the large screen—Li Xu inserting the needles, Uncle Zhang consciously cooperating, and finally, his tremors disappearing—Qin Ming watched, transfixed, at times frowning, at others slapping the table in amazement.
"Excellent! That needling technique—steady! Precise!"
"And the point selection... there’s a deep understanding there. He even used a deep insertion at Quanliao."
After watching the recording, Qin Ming let out a long breath, his eyes filled with awe and emotion. "I never thought I’d live to see such a pure, high-level display of acupuncture anesthesia. The younger generation is truly formidable."
But he didn’t linger on sentiment; he got straight to the point.
He had deeper, more far-reaching thoughts on acupuncture anesthesia.
"Dean Li, Director Luo."
Qin Ming’s expression turned serious.
"I’ve read a lot of material on acupuncture anesthesia, and I lived through that era. To be honest, I’m a layman when it comes to modern research on it, so please forgive me if I misspeak."
Li Xu quickly replied, "Professor Qin, you’re too kind. You’re our senior, and we would be honored to hear your guidance."
Qin Ming nodded. "Mm."
"Acupuncture is a part of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the quintessence of our nation’s medical heritage. It is our root."
"And anesthesiology is the cornerstone of modern surgery. Without anesthesia, there is no modern surgery."
"Acupuncture anesthesia is the perfect entry point for combining the two. If it can be perfected, if it can be standardized and regulated, it will become a door—a golden key—for Chinese medicine to enter the world stage."
"I want to make this a success. I want to promote it across the country, and even around the world."
Qin Ming looked at Li Xu with a burning intensity. "Dean Li, Director Luo, my question is, to achieve this, what should we do? What support is needed? What can I do?"
His words were simple and clear, not a long-winded speech or some empty, high-minded sermon.
It was simply an older expert, speaking from the purest, most fervent desire to revive Traditional Chinese Medicine and advance the field of medicine.
He was essentially telling them, ’I want to work on acupuncture anesthesia. Count me in.’
Meeting Qin Ming’s gaze, Li Xu had anticipated this.
But when it actually came time to teach, to discuss "how to do it," he fell silent.
Because he knew better than anyone else,
acupuncture anesthesia was by no means an omnipotent "divine technique."
Or rather...
at the current stage, within the modern medical system and clinical environment, pure acupuncture anesthesia still faced enormous bottlenecks and limitations if it were to be promoted on a large scale in a standardized, procedural way like Western anesthetics, let alone be used in every single surgery.
’Is acupuncture anesthesia powerful?’
’It is!’
’Allowing Uncle Zhang to chat and laugh during a craniotomy—of course it’s powerful.’
’But is it perfect?’
’No!’
’It’s not perfect!’
Even Li Xu himself didn’t dare to beat his chest and claim that for every surgery, for every patient, he could achieve completely painless anesthesia using only a few silver needles.
Individual differences, the sensitivity of meridians, the complexity of the illness—these were all uncontrollable variables.
So, when this question came from a national-level expert like Qin Ming, what Li Xu felt was not just an academic inquiry, but the heavy weight of responsibility.
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