White armor

Chapter 738 Entering the game personally
"Old Cui." Luo Hao scratched his head, wondering why Old Cui was calling him at this hour.

"Dr. Luo, I've arrived in the provincial capital. You're at the First Affiliated Hospital of China Medical University, right? I've sent you the location; please check it."

"???" Luo Hao was taken aback. Why was Old Cui's temper so strong? He just came without telling him beforehand and only called him after he arrived.

Is there something urgent?

"Mr. Cui, is this place? Are you still on the plane?"

"I'm already on the bus. Let me check your details. You need to have your surgery. Don't worry about me. Interventional radiology, right? I'll wait for you in my office." Old Cui didn't give Luo Hao a chance to object and directly finalized the itinerary.

"..."

After that, the phone was hung up.

Luo Hao was quite helpless; he was actually pleased that Elder Cui had come directly to him.

Ye Qingqing didn't know where she was going, so I wanted to help her prepare as much as I could, but Old Master Cui was in such a hurry.

Feeling slightly tired, Luo Hao returned to his office, sat down at his desk, and closed his eyes to rest.

Old Meng didn't bother Luo Hao; he just kept doing his work.

Soon it was time for work, and the corridor began to bustle with the voices of doctors, nurses, patients, and their families. It was lively and full of everyday life.

"Is Dr. Luo here?"

Upon hearing Elder Cui's voice, Luo Hao stood up from his chair, his eyes still closed for the moment he stood up.

"Old Cui!" Luo Hao then smiled broadly, extended his hand, and walked enthusiastically towards the door.

Da da da~~~
The robotic panda followed behind Luo Hao.

Old Cui stared wide-eyed at Luo Hao and... the robotic panda behind him.

It's truly rare to find something like this in a hospital.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Luo Hao's warm hand grasped his.

"Mr. Cui, you should have let me know in advance so I could have picked you up. I feel so bad for doing this."

"No, it was just a spur-of-the-moment idea. I just wanted to come and take a look around here," Old Cui said casually.

He didn't tell Luo Hao about the problems he was facing, nor did he mention the significance of his family's traditional Chinese medicine lineage to a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

These past few days he's been torn between his inner thoughts and his own, and finally, on a whim, he decided to come to the provincial capital to see Luo Hao and his so-called Golden Needle Removal Technique before making a decision.

The old-fashioned ideas of the Cui family of Qinghe were deeply rooted in Old Cui's mind.

"Mr. Cui, please come in." Luo Hao didn't ask any questions, but said politely and respectfully.

"Are you busy today?" Old Cui asked.

He looked around and saw that several junior doctors from Luo Hao's medical team stood up to greet him, while there were many other doctors who didn't recognize him at all.

Old Cui didn't go into the office; it was time for the shift to change, and if he went in, it would make everyone feel awkward.

"No rush. Tomorrow is surgery day. I just dealt with an emergency last night... an autopsy."

"???" Old Cui felt like there was something wrong with his ears.

He does autopsies and emergency care, and Dr. Luo's work is quite varied; he even handles autopsies.

"Then find me a white coat and take me to your Traditional Chinese Medicine department. I want to hear your Director Qin explain the Golden Needle Removal Technique to me." Old Cui said without any politeness.

Luo Hao smiled.

Old Cui was short, so Luo Hao asked Zhuang Yan to give him one of her white coats to wear.

Even Zhuang Yan's white clothes still looked a bit too big and ill-fitting on Old Cui.

"Mr. Cui, this way please."

Luo Hao didn't hand over his shift. He greeted Yuan Xiaoli and took Old Cui to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The hospital was bustling with people early in the morning, but Old Cui was used to this scene and didn't find it unusual.

As I took the escalator to the fourth floor of the outpatient department, I saw many patients waiting in front of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department.

"Your place is great. In many places, the TCM department just prescribes medicine, and they focus more on physiotherapy, acupuncture, and cupping."

"Our Director Qin is quite skilled, and he's also very dedicated and hardworking. A while ago, he was researching acupuncture treatment for rhinitis, and he would give a few needles to almost everyone who came to him for treatment."

"Hahaha." Old Cui laughed loudly.

Nowadays, there aren't many TCM practitioners who are so dedicated to their craft, so meeting one here was a pleasant surprise for Elder Cui. He understood this mindset all too well; he himself had felt the same way when he was young.

"Rhinitis? I've been working with Tsinghua University and Tongren Hospital for the past few years to study the principles of refractory sinusitis, and I was involved in the later stages," Old Cui said calmly after a smile.

"Oh? The study on recurrent nasal polyps in refractory chronic sinusitis?" Luo Hao asked. "Have there been any results?"

"you know?"

“I visited the site and they found immune memory cells in nasal polyps. I don’t know what happened after that. I didn’t follow up on this project, since I’m not an ENT specialist.”

Old Cui suddenly stopped and looked Luo Hao up and down seriously.

"Old Cui?" Luo Hao asked, puzzled.

Why would you follow someone else's project?

“Look at the ideas for the experiment; some of them are worth considering. Besides, I’m young and curious,” Luo Hao explained gently.

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Cui nodded slightly. “There are no results yet, but after I got involved, I found that acupuncture can reduce the immune memory cells in the nasal polyps you mentioned. In reality, this means that refractory chronic nasal polyps can be cured.”

"Old Cui is awesome!" Luo Hao exclaimed.

Seeing no unusual light in Luo Hao's eyes, Old Cui shook his head. After all, this wasn't his profession, and Luo Hao showed no excitement whatsoever.

"Mr. Cui, I was busy all night yesterday and I'm not very energetic. Please understand," Luo Hao explained.

Luo Hao could sense certain emotions in Elder Cui's heart, so he explained.

When he mentioned that the brain tissue had turned into a frozen tofu-like state, Old Cui was also extremely surprised. Luo Hao didn't keep him in suspense and quickly gave the final explanation.

"Oh, it's hydrogen peroxide." Old Cui suddenly stopped.

"Oh? You have relevant research on that?"

"No, I just remembered some sayings from ancient books," said Old Cui. "The young pageboys who used to accompany students probably did this. It's not interesting if we don't talk about this."

Luo Hao smiled, greeted the nurses at the door, and then led Old Cui into the Traditional Chinese Medicine outpatient clinic.

There were already people waiting outside Director Qin's clinic. They were walking around in a pattern where one person was being seen inside, another was waiting in the corridor, and the other patients who had registered for Director Qin's appointment were waiting in the lobby.

Director Qin was performing acupuncture on a patient when Luo Hao arrived. Director Qin simply greeted him and then focused on the acupuncture.

While inserting the needles, he used his wrist to gently move the needles and tapped the acupuncture points a few times.

In a more mystical sense, this would be called a phoenix nodding, or more colloquially, a chick pecking at rice.

Old Cui watched with his hands behind his back, without saying much.

When the patient, with a head full of needles, was led by the nurse to the adjacent rest room, Old Cui gave him a look, and Luo Hao understood, turning back to close the door.

"You did a good job with the three nods at the Yingxiang acupoint. Who did you learn it from?" Old Cui asked in a deep voice.

"I graduated from the provincial medical university with a bachelor's degree, and I have no apprenticeship," Director Qin answered honestly.

Although he didn't know Old Cui, he sensed a powerful aura emanating from the thin, withered old man.

Moreover, since Luo Hao brought him in, and he immediately asked about his lineage, he must be a big shot in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

Therefore, Director Qin did not show the slightest negligence and answered respectfully, while constantly wondering in his mind who this person was.

"Did you learn everything on your own without a teacher?" Old Cui asked leisurely, his tone already showing some appreciation.

"Yes." Director Qin nodded.

“Okay, I’ll do acupuncture on the next patient. Is it all rhinitis?” Old Cui asked.

Director Qin was taken aback and looked at Luo Hao.

"This is Dr. Cui, the vice president of Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine," Luo Hao quickly introduced.

Director Qin felt his body go limp, and a jolt of electricity shot from his heels straight to the back of his head.

It felt like a huge needle was piercing the Taixi, Zhaohai, and Shuiquan acupoints, and the sensation of electric current stimulation arose spontaneously.

"Overall, it's not bad. Although there are some flaws, they were all figuratively come about by himself, so his comprehension is quite high," Old Cui said calmly.

Director Qin hurriedly invited Old Cui to sit down, not even noticing what Old Cui was saying.

"No need, call the next patient in."

Director Qin opened the door and called in the patients waiting outside.

After briefly inquiring about the patient's medical history, Dr. Cui asked the patient to sit down, opened a pack of disposable acupuncture needles, and inserted the needle into the Yingxiang acupoint in the nasolabial groove, next to the midpoint of the outer edge of the nostril.

Director Qin watched intently. When an old TCM doctor like Cui was performing acupuncture, he wouldn't allow anyone to stand aside and watch, not even his graduate students.

It is said that there is an ancestral rule that forbids anyone from even glancing at something, let alone learning it.

This opportunity was once in a lifetime, and Director Qin didn't dare to blink, carefully watching Elder Cui's movements and paying attention to every detail.

Old Cui's wrist trembled slightly, which looked like Parkinson's disease, but Director Qin felt a chill run down his spine.

I can only twitch the acupuncture needle three times in the acupoint, but Old Cui can twitch it five times, and he seems to have plenty of energy left. If needed, he can twitch it at least seven times.

this? !

This is what family tradition looks like?!

Insert needles into the Yingxiang, Hegu, Biliu, Bitong, and Erjian acupoints in sequence.

While the needling at each acupoint may look similar, there are still differences. The needling at the Biliu and Erjian acupoints is extremely deep, and the frequency and amplitude of the trembling are greater than at other acupoints.

Director Qin tried hard to remember all the details. Before he knew it, his face had turned bright red, and sweat was beading on his forehead and temples.

"Reach out your hand," Old Cui said calmly.

The patient was puzzled, but still stretched out his hands.

Hegu acupoint.

The acupuncture needle is inserted into the back of the hand and exits through the palm.

The needle jerked violently seven times during the procedure. Director Qin was watching intently when the patient let out a scream.

Its calls have a strong nasal tone.

You can tell from their voice that they have rhinitis.

"What are you yelling about? This is acupuncture, don't move around, or you'll end up paralyzed. Besides, does it hurt?" Old Cui scolded.

"The needle, the needle, the needle went through!" the patient said incoherently.

"What do you mean 'penetrate out'? That's called 'passing through'! Why are you yelling if it doesn't hurt?" Old Cui said.

His tone was firm. Luo Hao hadn't heard a clinician speak to a patient like that in a long time. Experts in the capital city were truly different.

"Yes, yes, doctor, I won't die, will I?" The patient almost burst into tears.

"Quiet down, don't you feel like your nose is clear now?" Old Cui asked.

The patient was completely unaware of this in his daze, but Luo Hao noticed it.

From the patient's surprise to his words, "I won't die, will I?", every word he uttered helped his rhinitis improve rapidly.

In the end, the patient's rhinitis was almost cured.

It was all done in just one sentence? It sounded unbelievable, but after witnessing it with his own eyes, Luo Hao felt even more eager.

Luo Hao knew that this was Cui Lao's way of showing off his skills, so he accelerated the process. It was meaningless now, at least not for the treatment of the disease. The only meaning was to get the patient to cooperate.

"Huh? I can breathe through my nose! I really can breathe!!" The patient exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and joy. *Snap!*

Old Cui slapped the patient on the back of the head and scolded unhappily, "What are you thinking? I told you to sit still, didn't you hear me? If you keep behaving like this, get out of here."

"..."

"..."

Luo Hao and Director Qin both fell silent.

Only a seasoned traditional Chinese medicine doctor like Elder Cui, with a family tradition of medical expertise, would dare to speak like that. If this were done in a hospital, the patient would immediately file a complaint.

Even Director Qin himself wouldn't dare to talk to patients like that.

"Oh, oh, oh!" The patient exclaimed with surprise and delight, quickly settling into a seat.

Old Cui wasn't in a hurry, and kept fiddling with the needle.

Inserting needles into various acupoints is not the end of the treatment; Dr. Cui continues to manipulate the needles to provide further treatment.

The true technique of acupuncture lies in the details right now. Luo Hao stared intently, and Director Qin also watched, his eyes glued to the screen.

Gradually, sweat began to rise from Director Qin's forehead, like a martial arts master channeling his inner energy.

five minutes later.

"Bang~~~"

Director Qin suddenly fell down, his head hitting the sink with a dull thud.

Old Cui glanced sideways, his lips twitching slightly, his disdain and contempt evident in his expression. But he didn't speak, nor did he have any intention of helping him up; he simply focused on twisting the needle.

Luo Hao quickly helped Director Qin up, and was relieved to see that he was alright.

"Even if you watch it, you can't learn it, yet you desperately try to memorize it," said Old Cui.

"..." Director Qin was speechless; his brain had crashed and was in the process of rebooting.

"Dr. Luo, how much of it do you remember?"

“I’ve remembered it all. The AI ​​robot will be ready for patients to use later,” Luo Hao replied calmly.

"Oh?"

Old Cui was taken aback.

Dr. Luo's words are a bit too bold! The acupuncture he just performed may look simple, but there are countless details involved. It took him five years of apprenticeship and eight years of practice to gain his insights.

"Please take your work first, we'll talk about it tomorrow," Luo Hao said with a smile.

Dr. Cui nodded and told the patient to go outside and wait. He would remove the needle in 15 minutes.

As the patient went outside, he breathed heavily and shouted excitedly, "I'm cured! I'm cured!"

Calling in the next patient, Old Cui handed the acupuncture needles to Luo Hao.

“Mr. Cui, I don’t have a practicing certificate,” Luo Hao said.

Old Cui looked at Luo Hao as if he were a monster. This statement was even more bizarre and absurd than Luo Hao learning his ancestral acupuncture technique after reading it only once.

"I don't actually have a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner's license. I perform acupuncture and cataract removal at Institute 209, and the patient is a senior member of the institute, so I just took the plunge and gave it a try," Luo Hao explained.

Although Elder Cui was arrogant and disliked, Luo Hao still maintained his respect.

Moreover, Luo Hao understood what Elder Cui meant.

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll make three. Watch carefully."

“Tsinghua University and Tongren Hospital have been researching this for ten years, and all they know is that immune memory cells are causing the problem. They don’t know when a treatment will be available. That’s when they came to me, and I decided to give it a try,” Luo Hao explained.

He's very cautious; even Old Cui's opinion won't work.

While performing acupuncture, Old Cui chatted with Luo Hao about the experiments they had conducted years ago.

"Look, after each acupuncture session, we have them take tissue samples for microscopic examination. I don't understand the control group or anything like that, but they can give me feedback. It took me about six months to develop this acupuncture technique."

"It's something I created myself, and it has nothing to do with ancestral teachings. What do you think, Dr. Luo?"

Old Cui explained as he performed the acupuncture.

"Oh, Elder Cui, look at what you're saying." Luo Hao laughed. "Didn't I already tell you that you can come whenever you want to see the Golden Needle Removal Technique? Elder Tang didn't say I couldn't pass it on to others."

Old Cui paused slightly. This young Dr. Luo was ruthless when he used sarcasm to manipulate people.

If Tang Youzhi can do it, why can't I?
But Old Cui just smiled, believing that Luo Hao was using reverse psychology.

After several patients finished their procedures, Director Qin had just restarted the machine. He didn't dare to look at it again, just wiping away cold sweat.

Having just overused his brain, Director Qin felt a sudden drop in blood sugar.

It took me a long time to recover, but I'm only a little better now, and I'm still seeing stars.

But he didn't dare look at it for long, waiting to find Xiao Luo to teach him in a few days. Director Qin had confidence in Luo Hao; he had learned acupuncture techniques to the point of hypoglycemia; Xiao Luo had been watching the whole time, but hadn't felt anything.

At least that's how it appears on the surface.

"Okay, are there any other patients?"

"No, no, I had scheduled eight patients for acupuncture for rhinitis this morning, and you've already done them all," Director Qin said quickly.

“Alright, I have a cataract in my left eye, Xiao Luo, you can pull it out for me.” Old Cui, dressed in white, reached out to smooth his gray hair, and sat upright in his chair.

"???"

Luo Hao never expected that Old Cui would actually get involved and ask him to remove his cataracts.

"Mr. Cui, you..."

"There are no patients right now. I'm telling you this as a senior figure in the medical field," Old Cui said dismissively. "A senior from Institute 209 is a senior, but I'm not? Do I need to sign anything? Do you think my son will come looking for you if you mess this up?"

"..."

Luo Hao breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that after Elder Cui showed off his skills, he would have to "exchange for equal value".

But Mr. Cui was overthinking it.

Luo Hao smiled, "Mr. Cui, sure, please wait a moment."

I asked Director Qin to bring me the acupuncture box that Chen Yong had made. It contained disposable acupuncture needles, which I had been using for countless days.

Old Cui was stunned when he saw the needle box. "Is this made of lightning-struck wood?"

"Yes."

Even the usually unmoving Elder Cui's hands began to tremble.

"The finished industrial products are produced at a base in the Suzhou Industrial Park. Since they are not used much, a few tons are produced each month."

"How many tons?"

When Old Cui first heard someone use "ton" to describe lightning-struck wood, he was speechless for a moment.

“One of the doctors in my team likes this, and he made this box for Director Qin. If you like it, Dr. Cui, I’ll have him make a few for you to take back.”

Old Cui's hands trembled slightly, uncontrollably.

"The left eye, right? Let me take a look first," Luo Hao said.

"What are you looking at?"

"Go see an ophthalmologist to find out the location of the cataract," Luo Hao said.

“Professor Luo!” Director Qin interjected awkwardly, “I’ve got a machine here.”

"Oh?"

"Isn't this the 'Golden Needle Removal Technique' that they recently started? Following your instructions, I went to the ophthalmology department and snatched a machine from them."

First they said "enter," then they said "seize." Luo Hao smiled; he understood what Director Qin meant.

We can get the machine and then depreciate it for the ophthalmology department every month. In this way, the traditional Chinese medicine department basically doesn't bear any risk.

It's taking a toll on Director Qin's reputation and face.

"Okay, I'll take a look."

"This side, please."

Luo Hao went to the next room, drew the curtains, glanced at the location of Cui Laobai's cataract, and knew where it was.

Back in the consultation room, Luo Hao helped Old Cui sit down and took out the custom-made acupuncture needles for the Golden Needle Removal Technique.

"Mr. Cui, please let me know next time you come."

"I was caught off guard. I was busy all night and haven't slept yet. I only got your call this morning and took a nap in the office."

"Dr. Luo, why are you making such a fuss? Are you just looking for excuses because you're not confident?" Old Cui said disdainfully.

"No, look, it's already out." Luo Hao held an acupuncture needle in his hand, the tip of which was covered with a white membrane.

"???" Old Cui closed his eyes, then opened them, sitting in his chair as if he had been frozen in place.

"It's been pulled out. You need to wear an eye mask for 24 hours. You can take it off by this time tomorrow."

"If you're in a hurry, you can take it off first thing tomorrow morning."

"Mr. Cui, would you like the cataract that was removed?"

"Hehehe~~~" Old Cui wanted to say something, but his vocal cords were taut and he couldn't utter a single word.

Without any fancy techniques, and without even noticing, Elder Cui's vision cleared up completely.

The white cataract was removed by Luo Hao as easily as taking something out of a bag while they were talking.

"Old Cui?"

"Old Cui??"

Seeing that Old Cui was not speaking, Luo Hao asked Director Qin to cover Old Cui's eyes with an eye mask.

"How could you do acupuncture?" Old Cui asked murmured after a few minutes.

"I'll take you to a nice place," Luo Hao said with a smile.

"Where?"

"A place that specializes in performing similar surgeries."

"???" Old Cui was stunned.

"I'll know when I see you," Luo Hao said with a smile.

Wearing an eye patch, Old Cui went out with Luo Hao. Director Qin wanted to follow, but Luo Hao refused.

After changing clothes at the department office, Luo Hao prepared to take Old Cui to the community hospital. It was similar to the abandoned hospital in Pangkezhuang, Beijing, and even better in some ways because of its proximity.

Remove the microwave oven!

Back in the ward, Luo Hao saw Yuan Xiaoli directing the nurses to move the microwave oven away.

"What are you doing?" Old Cui asked.

“Oh, my Dr. Shen is kind-hearted. He felt that it was not easy for patients to be hospitalized and that the expenses were high. Sometimes, the leftover food could only be heated up on the water heater and then eaten, so he got a microwave oven.”

"Oh? Why remove it?"

"Something bad was bound to happen sooner or later, and I suspect something bad has happened," Luo Hao said calmly.

Dr. Cui doesn't admit inpatients and doesn't know much about this, so he asked while changing his clothes, "Why, Dr. Luo?"

"That thing heats things up, it costs one yuan per minute. I guess some patient's family member was unhappy and took a picture and posted it on social media."

(End of this chapter)