Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 125: Bandage Up

"Who are you, and how did you get in here? Get out quickly." Nurse Tang was still wondering how an outsider had managed to get into the emergency room. He seemed to understand a bit of medicine, but this was a trauma case, for which traditional Chinese medicine could be of any use.

"I’m sorry, please continue, Mr. Lin," Wang Xu hastily interjected when he saw the nurse talking. However, when he saw Lin Feng take out the silver needles, he was secretly very surprised. Did traditional Chinese medicine have such a strong effect on trauma cases too? He really had no idea previously; he just knew that traditional Chinese medicine indeed had quite a few notable strengths when it came to internal injuries. But the main issue right now was that the patient was suffering from trauma. What good could these silver needles do for trauma?

"Don’t talk nonsense; right now, both Old Wang and I are assisting Mr. Lin," Sun Ping also added, as those outside didn’t know what was happening inside and naturally required some explanation. However, he too was puzzled when he saw the silver needles in Lin Feng’s hands—What could silver needles do for such severe trauma? Surgery seemed more straightforward. Did this young man have any emergency medicine knowledge at all?

What? Wang Xu and Sun Ping were this young man’s assistants? Could that be a mistake? Nurse Tang had been working as a nurse in the emergency room for many years and had always greatly admired the medical skills of Doctors Sun and Wang. Usually, they handled patients with ease and composure, never showing a hint of panic, and they had saved countless lives. Yet, these highly skilled doctors were assisting this young man? So, just who exactly was he?

Nurse Tang was staring at Lin Feng, her previous tasks forgotten as she watched him in astonishment.

Vice Dean Zhao was equally shocked when he saw Lin Feng bring out the silver needles. At first, he thought Lin Feng might be an expert in Western medicine because someone with an exceptional talent in Western medicine, combined with diligent study, could become famous at a young age. But traditional Chinese medicine was not the same; those who studied it usually didn’t become famous until they were older, and joining the Leader’s Medical Care Group was even more difficult. He had been famous in Tianhai for many years and had strived to join on multiple occasions but had failed each time, which only showed how high the barrier was.

However, the fact that Lin Feng was using silver needles proved his identity as a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine. And for someone so young to have joined the Leader’s Medical Care Group, he must have truly exceptional skills in this field. But Lin Feng was so young, how could he have achieved such high medical expertise...

"Doctor Lin, what are you planning to do with those silver needles?" Wang Xu finally couldn’t help but ask. After all, the emergency room was typically a setting for Western medical surgery, so the sudden presence of a traditional Chinese doctor was baffling—traditional Chinese medicine didn’t have methods for treating surgical traumas!

Sun Ping also looked at Lin Feng with a bewildered expression, hoping for an answer because since he had begun practicing medicine he had never heard that traditional Chinese medicine had effective ways to treat surgical traumas. He was eager to understand how Lin Feng intended to use traditional Chinese medicine for this purpose.

"I am mainly planning to use acupuncture to seal off the internal injury conditions of his five organs and six visceras, and then use full-body acupuncture anesthesia so that we can tend to the external wounds," Lin Feng explained. Then, he picked up the silver needles and started inserting them rapidly into Lin Dongchen’s body. He couldn’t afford to delay; Lin Dongchen was barely clinging to life.

Soon, Lin Dongchen’s body was covered with many silver needles.

The true expertise of a professional is revealed by their actions. The smoothness and proficiency of Lin Feng’s technique as he inserted the needles showed that he was a master—a true master!

Everyone present was a medical practitioner, and they had seen other traditional Chinese doctors performing acupuncture. Those techniques were nothing compared to Lin Feng’s. Others would search for acupuncture points slowly and carefully, operating the needle gingerly for fear of hitting the wrong spot. Lin Feng, however, was different; his fingers simply twisted, and the silver needles punctured the skin in less than a second, creating a fluid and uninterrupted process. What defines a master? This was it!

Wang Xu watched in amazement as the bleeding from the patient’s wounds noticeably slowed down. Some of the smaller wounds had all but stopped bleeding. Good heavens! Was this the legendary Silver Needle Hemostasis Technique?

Now he suddenly understood what was happening but had never believed that such a miraculous method of stopping bleeding still existed, as this ancient technique of Chinese medicine was thought to have been lost. He never imagined that someone today could perform such a wondrous acupuncture method. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that someone with the ability to perform the Silver Needle Hemostasis Technique would, with just this skill alone, be well qualified to astonish the entire country!

It’s no wonder he was so young and considered a national hand; just this skill alone was incredibly impressive. It was not until now that Wang Xu realized just how exceptional Lin Feng in front of him was—truly deserving of the title of a national hand in Chinese medicine. The chance to witness such a practitioner in action was an incredible stroke of luck!

Sun Ping was astounded as well, his face expressing disbelief as he watched Lin Feng. That a few silver needles could stop the bleeding from a trauma wound seemed almost mythical—a Chinese medicine hemostasis technique they had only heard about but never seen. When he was in school, his teachers had told him that such miraculous methods of stopping bleeding had long been lost. And yet here was Lin Feng, performing the legendary Silver Needle Hemostasis Technique right before his eyes. How could this be possible...

Even now, he could hardly believe that Lin Feng was capable of such a mythical Chinese medicine hemostasis technique, one that only existed in legends. If he hadn’t witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that someone in the world could master such a miraculous method of stopping bleeding. The only question that filled his mind was where Lin Feng had learned this long-lost method of hemostasis...

Vice Dean Zhao, seeing Lin Feng actually use the Silver Needle Hemostasis Technique, now completely understood why he could be part of the Leader’s Health Care Group. The difference was clear; without anything else, this skill alone qualified him. This hemostasis method, only mentioned in traditional Chinese medical texts, was something Zhao had never encountered since he began studying medicine, not even having heard of it!

Thinking of his own age, over 70, yet not as skilled in medicine as Lin Feng, who was just over 20 - truly, comparing oneself to others could be utterly disheartening!

"His internal injuries are quite severe, with varying degrees of rupture in the liver and gallbladder. I’ve used acupuncture to suppress them for now; they won’t worsen in the short term. Now let’s deal with the external injuries," Lin Feng said, as he took the suturing needle from Nurse Tang’s hand and began to prepare for suturing the wound.

Wang Xu, seeing the situation, was also quick-witted, promptly bringing over a whole new set of emergency tools, genuinely ready to assist Lin Feng.

Sun Ping and Nurse Tang didn’t know what to do, and could only watch helplessly at the sidelines, waiting for Lin Feng’s instructions. They had no choice; with so many silver needles in the patient, if they touched something they shouldn’t, it would only cause trouble!

But when Lin Feng actually started, everyone’s eyes nearly popped out - the skin was really tight, especially painful skin which contracts a lot. Usually, it’s necessary to use forceps to hold the suturing needle for stitching, but Lin Feng cleaned the wound and stitched it up as if sewing clothes, treating the skin as if it were just regular flesh.

More importantly, he was incredibly fast, finishing the suturing of Lin Dongchen’s wounds all over his body in just a few minutes. Was he even human?

Wang Xu watched Lin Feng in awe - the patient had over ten wounds, and if he were to suture them, it would take at least half an hour. Lin Feng had done it in minutes. Was he a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine? His suturing technique was much faster than that of a veteran doctor like him, who had stitched wounds for over a decade. His skills were miraculous!

Sun Ping watched Lin Feng stitch the wounds and felt his worldview upended. Could wounds even be stitched like that?

Pinching the skin with two fingers and stitching directly, not even using forceps - how strong must his hands be? Sun Ping knew that pain causes nerve twitching and intermittent muscle tremors, which is even more evident during suturing. Yet Lin Feng was able to hold the skin steady with his hands alone - didn’t that mean his strength was immense?

Moreover, during the suturing, it seemed like an effortless task for him. Normally, even with forceps, it’s a struggle, but here Lin Feng was, suturing directly with his hands... that was simply defying the natural order! Even if he told others about this technique, they couldn’t replicate it - what doctor has such formidable strength?

"Dress the wounds," Lin Feng ordered after suturing all the injuries, but his mind was calculating how to deal with the internal injuries. Thinking this over, he picked up Lin Dongchen’s hand and listened carefully to the pulse.

Doctors Sun and Wang, hearing Lin Feng’s instruction, busily started to dress the wounds. But when they saw the wounds with their equally fine stitches, they were completely convinced of Lin Feng’s prowess.

In each other’s eyes, they saw admiration for Lin Feng. He was a true master, solving in minutes what they hadn’t managed in half an hour. If he wasn’t a master, what was he?

Vice Dean Zhao watched everything from the back, finally understanding why this young man could join the Leader’s Health Care Group and he couldn’t. The gap between this youth and himself wasn’t small at all. Leaving aside the Silver Needle Hemostasis Technique, even his straightforward surgical suturing skills were supremely polished. In nearly 60 years of medical practice, he had never seen a doctor suture surgical wounds like that. And the speed, the uniform and delicate stitches, were simply unthinkable unless witnessed in person - no way to believe that there could be a doctor capable of suturing like that in this world!

My God, are all the doctors in the Leader’s Health Care Group so extraordinarily different...

It didn’t take long before Doctors Sun and Wang had completely dressed the wounds, standing by for Lin Feng’s next steps.