Chapter 8: A Cure at One's Fingertips

Because Zheng Bing is not an obstetrician and gynecologist at all, but merely a graduate of traditional Chinese medicine this year, he was recruited by the director of the traditional Chinese medicine department, Jia Houwei, to assist with prescriptions and medication, which is quite a slap in the face

Zheng Bin was puzzled and asked, "What happened?"

"Thud." Lin Yi's medical record folder fell to the ground as she looked in disbelief at the sitting mother, repeatedly murmuring, "How could this be, this is impossible..."

Lin Feng spoke at an extremely fast pace and concluded with a curse: "You don't even need to guess to know that those two guys were sent by Zhang Xiaosong to deal with you. They deserve to die. The informant must be Zhang Xiaosong. Buddy, how did you manage that?"

One minute later, the color of the mother's flushed face returned to normal, her eyelids twitched a few times before she opened her eyes, and then, to everyone's astonishment, she actually sat up, her eyes filled with hope, "Where is the baby? I want to see my baby, I want to hold him."

Lin Yi glanced at Zheng Bin and affirmed, "I just went to check, the patient has not regained consciousness, and the high fever persists. Zhang Beibei, has the patient's temperature come down?"

For the first time, under the circumstances where the obstetrics and gynecology department head, Lin Yishu, was at a loss and without blood transfusion, a patient with severe hemorrhage successfully delivered vaginally

Following Zheng Bin into the operating room, Lin Yi confidently opened the medical record folder, stating, "The cause of the mother's persistent high fever has not been identified; there is a correlation between her unconsciousness and the high fever..."

As soon as Zheng Bin walked through the door of the dormitory, he saw Lin Feng darting around the room, his feet seemingly smoking and kicking up clouds of dust.

While the staff at Dongrong Hospital were engaged in heated discussions about Zheng Bin, Zheng Bin returned to Dongguo University to gather a few personal items to move into the staff dormitory provided by Dongrong Hospital

If it were not witnessed with one's own eyes, no one would believe that a mother, who had just been in a state of high fever and coma, would sit up and wish to hold her child just one minute later. This is truly miraculous

In those years, with this set of acupuncture techniques specifically designed for treating mortals, he earned the esteemed title of "Sage of the Apricot Grove" among the mortals in the realm of cultivation.

However, the facts are right before her eyes, leaving no room for Lin Yi to doubt.

As a cultivator, Zheng Bin had forgotten how many years it had been since he last performed the Thirteen Needles of Shocking Spirits and Weeping Ghosts

Is this also acceptable

Dazhui, Quchi, Hegu, Fengchi, Zheng Bin swiftly inserted the needles, achieving immediate results at these acupoints. He then extended his fingers to gently knead and press on the bleeding points of the acupoints, quietly absorbing the residual blood essence within the parturient's body

The director cast a dissatisfied glance at Lin Yi and said, "What are we waiting for? Quickly organize the rescue!"

This has caused Lin Yi, who is not very well-liked and holds a doctor's degree from the United States, to feel quite upset. It is said that Lin Yi was so angry that she trembled and broke a cup in the office

Zheng Bin could not stand others chattering in his ear. Cultivators do not enjoy noise. He stared blankly at Lin Yi, his words somewhat provocative, "If you can do it, then come and try. If you don't have the ability, just shut up."

Zheng Bin, with a well-thought-out plan, removed the intravenous needle inserted into the back of the parturient's hand, treating it as if it were an acupuncture needle

"You have finally returned," Lin Feng said upon seeing Zheng Bin, letting out a sigh of relief. "Was it you who did this?"

Zheng Bin thought to himself that it was indeed the case; mortals are unable to fully absorb the essence of blood and spirit, and the residual blood and spirit within the body of the parturient caused her to fall into a coma and suffer from a high fever

Lin Yi was rendered speechless, her delicate face tense, lips pressed together; she was eager to see how Zheng Bin would resolve the difficulties before him

The old lady finally caught Zheng Bin this time, shaking him endlessly and speaking only New Year greetings. Zheng Bin could not stand this the most and immediately retreated from the operating room, seeking a bit of peace and quiet.

Two nurses are administering an intravenous infusion to the parturient, whose complexion is even more flushed than when Zheng Bin left

In the second attempt, in response to Lin Yi's doubts, a few needles were applied, successfully turning the critical condition of the postpartum woman, who had fallen into a high fever and coma, into safety

Nurse Zhang Beibei shook her head, "It is still 40 degrees, and there are no signs of a decrease in body temperature. The antipyretics and physical cooling methods have had no effect"

A few pricks of the needle can bring down a fever? That's quite impressive, isn't it

I will do it! Zheng Bin vaguely guessed the reason and pushed open the operating room door again

Lin Feng sighed, "The police are waiting for you in the director's office! Yesterday, someone saw two people leave from here, and now those two individuals are lying in the hospital in a coma. Someone reported that you poisoned them, and the police station has already filed a case."

Not only Lin Yi is concerned about Zheng Bin, but also the doctors, nurses, hospital directors, and the family members of the patients. It is evident to everyone that the condition of the parturient is not very good

The sound of a needle dropping could be heard in the operating room, and everyone was anxiously watching Zheng Bin

Zheng Bin's deeds quickly spread throughout Dongrong Hospital

How could this be