I Have A Dual World Seal

Liu Qingyan lifted her head upon hearing the words, but instead of answering the director’s question, she looked at Duan Chengru, "Mr. Duan, do you know Lu Zheng?"

Duan Chengru’s pupils involuntarily contracted, "You know Lu Zheng as well?"

Liu Qingyan chuckled softly, nodding happily, "We could say we come from the same school."

Liu Qingyan thought of the time when she first taught Lu Zheng medical skills, and Lu Zheng brought medical books from Blue Star to her, both of them learning, exchanging knowledge, progressing, and consulting patients together.

Looking back now, although it hadn’t been many years, Liu Qingyan just felt nostalgic and sweet.

These were the happiest days of her life.

No, tonight when she returns home, she must discuss medical skills with Lu Zheng alone again.

Thinking of this, Liu Qingyan couldn’t help but blush shyly.

Upon hearing Liu Qingyan’s answer, not just Duan Chengru, but even the other doctors were taken aback.

"From the same school?"

Everyone looked at each other, just this saying carried a sense of antiquity, surprising that in the 21st century, such ancient legacies still existed.

Moreover...

"Do you know the Silver Needle bloodletting technique?" Duan Chengru couldn’t help but ask.

Liu Qingyan nodded, calmly saying, "This is just a basic operation of Qi-guided acupuncture. Even just with skilled technique, one can actually achieve it."

And... so formidable!

Everyone was speechless. The Silver Needle bloodletting was merely a basic operation of Qi-guided acupuncture?

Don’t be so ostentatious!

Back then, Lu Zheng said Silver Needle bloodletting required Qi Gong cultivation, but Liu Qingyan’s medical skill was stronger, constantly pursuing mundane medical skills, now she could achieve effects that previously required True Qi support just with technique.

"Then the patient..."

"I’ll handle it, it’s very simple." Liu Qingyan glanced at the doctor who previously mentioned the medical qualification certificate.

Although he had no bad intentions, questioning Lu Zheng still displeased her.

"Should we have the family sign..."

"No need to sign any agreement," Liu Qingyan shook her head indifferently, "I just need hollow acupuncture needles, the hospital has them, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, the acupuncture department has specialized multifunctional hollow needles for acupuncture, which can be used for injecting or draining pus," the director replied.

"Lives are at stake, no time to delay, let’s go then," Liu Qingyan immediately stood up.

Everyone looked at each other again.

Just a moment ago, they had just sat down to discuss the treatment plan, no sooner had they been given the patient’s introduction when the tea in their cups hadn’t even warmed up yet, was it time to start treatment already?

Conservative doctors felt like arguing, but seeing the director and Duan Chengru not objecting, lacking the ability to treat themselves, they had to remain silent.

After all... Liu Qingyan truly had a medical qualification certificate and was also a commissioned doctor in the hospital, fully qualified to treat the patient.

Duan Chengru, who had previously only heard from his son, but never seen Lu Zheng in action, promptly pushed the table aside, "Doctor Liu, can I observe your acupuncture from the side?"

Liu Qingyan had no objection, "Of course."

This time, other doctors also responded, all wanting to watch.

With only around a dozen doctors, Liu Qingyan wasn’t afraid of being watched, so they all moved together to the inpatient department.

"Don’t we need to go to the operating room?" someone asked.

"It’s just acupuncture, not surgery," Liu Qingyan shook her head, "Moreover, pushing someone into the operating room would inevitably make the patient’s family emotionally anxious; it’s simply ordinary acupuncture treatment, just need to prepare a few more napkins to wipe blood stains."

They quickly arrived at the inpatient department, with an acupuncture department doctor already having brought the hollow acupuncture needles, standing by Liu Qingyan like followers.

"Doctor Wang, how’s my father doing?"

"Doctor Qi, I heard my father has extensive hemorrhage in his brain, is there a treatment plan?"

"Doctor Li, how’s the consultation going? Is there a need for surgery? Is there any risk?"

The patient’s family gathered around, asking in concern.

"Rest assured, relax."

"A treatment plan is ready, but first we need to use Traditional Chinese Medicine acupuncture to halt bleeding and drain the hemorrhage. Don’t worry, no surgery is needed."

On the way, the director hinted to everyone, saying it’s just an ordinary treatment, at least in Liu Qingyan’s words, it was just a routine treatment.

"See Doctor Liu there? She has a legacy in Traditional Chinese Medicine, is best at diagnosing difficult cases, and is a well-known acupuncture expert in Beidu."

"Oh?"

Yet even with this reassurance, the family saw Liu Qingyan’s youthful appearance, still somewhat dubious and uncertain.

But just as Liu Qingyan had said earlier, without surgery, just acupuncture treatment, offering minimal sensory stimulation to the patient’s family.

It’s just a simple acupuncture treatment, with so many expert doctors present, what’s there to worry about?

Besides, young people might have steadier hands.

Without waiting for everyone to say more, Liu Qingyan took the hollow acupuncture needle prepared by the doctor beside her and inserted it into the patient’s brain.

With a compassionate heart as a healer, hoping to cure the illness and save lives, Liu Qingyan also refused to encounter dramatic novel-like scenarios of doubt and face-slapping, affecting her mood, so she decisively took quick action, saving the person before addressing anything else.

"Wow!" a gasp erupted.

Top of the head, behind the ears, inside the nostrils, neck...

Liu Qingyan’s hands moved swiftly, in an instant inserting over twenty needles into the patient’s head.

Then she twisted and rotated them, guiding the Qi to flow.

The many doctors watching saw Liu Qingyan’s smooth needlework but couldn’t discern much else.

"Blood! Blood! Blood is coming out!" a young man pointed at the tail of the needle, exclaiming.

In less than a minute, the tails of over twenty Silver Needles began to ooze traces of blood.

Liu Qingyan pulled out a few napkins, continuing to manipulate the Silver Needles while casually wiping away the blood.

"So...so much blood!"

A family member turned in shock and fear to a familiar doctor nearby, "Doctor Qi, is this...is this okay?"

Doctor Qi, unable to say for certain, could only look towards the side at the glimmer-eyed Duan Chengru.

"This is the hemorrhage within the patient’s brain," Duan Chengru said excitedly, "Qi-guided acupuncture, Silver Needle bloodletting, this is a lost needle technique of Hua Country, you’re fortunate to encounter Doctor Liu!"

"Ah?"

Only then, with Duan Chengru speaking up, did the other doctors explain to the patient’s family.

During this explanation, Liu Qingyan had already wiped down five or six napkins, all stained halfway with blood.

"So much hemorrhage!"

"If it were surgery, there’s hardly a ten percent chance of success..."

"Elder Duan... did she... has the patient stopped bleeding inside the skull?" someone couldn’t help but ask.

But just as the voice fell, Liu Qingyan promptly began extracting the needles.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Liu Qingyan’s speed was swift; before everyone could react, over twenty needles had been completely removed.

Placing the acupuncture needles into a tray beside her, Liu Qingyan picked up alcohol to wipe her hands, then calmly said, "Alright, the patient has already recovered. If not assured, you can have a follow-up CT scan of the brain."

The doctors, "Recovered?"

The family members, "Recovered?"

The next moment, the patient opened his eyes, looking around.

Everyone: !!!