Chapter 282
Chenyang was incredibly fast with the needles.
So fast, in fact, that before anyone could even clearly see him pick up a silver needle, it was already embedded in Mr. Lin’s body.
In the blink of an eye, another three or four silver needles had appeared on Mr. Lin’s chest.
This spectacle, which resembled a magic trick, left the surrounding patients and their families utterly astonished.
"He’s not disinfecting them or even looking for acupoints. With just a flick of his wrist, several needles are in. Could this be the legendary Immortal Technique?"
"Immortal, my ass! If you ask me, this is just pure quackery. Most of you saw that old traditional Chinese medicine doctor from the cardiology department give my dad acupuncture a couple of days ago.
He went through several preparatory steps, first disinfecting the needles, then rubbing some kind of medicinal lotion on my dad’s back.
And even after all that, when he picked up a needle, he’d still feel around for the acupoint for several seconds before slowly inserting it."
A middle-aged woman nearby nodded. "That’s right. And after inserting a needle, he’d gently twist it a few times before picking up another one. You could tell every single one of his needles was placed with slow, steady precision.
But this young doctor... it’s like he’s just messing around. It’s one thing not to disinfect the needles, but he doesn’t even try to find the acupoints before jabbing them right in. As soon as one is in, he’s already on to the next."
The man scoffed, "They say with traditional Chinese medicine, the older the practitioner, the more valuable they are. That doctor from the other day was over sixty. Even with his masterful skills, he still had to proceed one careful step at a time.
But this kid? He’s about to finish ten needles in three seconds. To call such a sloppy method ’messing around’ is a compliment. He’s just fooling around, gambling with a man’s life!"
Every department in the City Hospital had at least one traditional Chinese medicine practitioner on staff.
Except for certain special cases, they would usually treat patients with a more reliable, integrated approach, combining both traditional Chinese and Western medicine.
Any patient or family member who had been here for a few days had likely witnessed or undergone some form of traditional Chinese medical treatment.
This often included acupuncture.
On more than one occasion, they had all witnessed seasoned practitioners—some with over a decade, or even several decades, of experience—perform each step of the acupuncture process slowly and methodically.
Setting aside the question of effectiveness, their focused and serious demeanor alone was enough to inspire confidence.
But Chenyang was just a kid, so young his mustache hadn’t even grown in.
In terms of age, he probably hadn’t even been alive as long as that old practitioner had been practicing medicine.
And as for experience, he likely had next to none.
A greenhorn like him wouldn’t necessarily have earned their trust even if he had followed procedure and taken his time, let alone by putting on such a flashy, ostentatious show.
More importantly, this reckless style of acupuncture didn’t just make him seem unreliable—it was toying with Mr. Lin’s life!
As they talked, their gazes toward him filled with displeasure, and even disgust.
And when the family members returned with the water, others stepped forward to stop them, saying, "Hurry and put the water down, or go pour it out."
"This kid isn’t healing him; he’s treating a life like it’s worthless! If he uses our hot water and it speeds up the patient’s death, we’ll be implicated."
"Fucking hell, I totally misjudged him. A minute ago, he was so calm under pressure, giving orders so methodically... I actually thought he was a reliable, competent doctor."
"If you ask me, he’s probably just an intern—overconfident and eager to impress his superiors, so he’s deliberately putting on a show. I guess that’s understandable, but this is a doctor’s work, and that’s a patient. One wrong move and he could easily kill him."
"Who he is or what he’s trying to do is none of our business. We should just hurry up and get the hospital staff. They need to come stop him. It’ll be a real disaster if someone dies."
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
Just as the crowd was huddled together gossiping, a flurry of hurried footsteps echoed from outside.
When they saw Director Liu, a few nurses, and the patient’s family member, Lin Xiaoyue, walk in together, the crowd erupted in a clamor.
"Director Liu, you have to stop that doctor! He’s going to kill the patient!"
"Young lady, you’re the patient’s family, right? I’m telling you, that young doctor is completely irresponsible! You need to go with the director and stop him, otherwise your elder relative will be in real danger."
"Yes, yes, go quickly! This is all that young doctor’s fault. Director Liu and her team are still very trustworthy."