Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 21: Acupressure Hemostasis_1

Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Acupressure Hemostasis_1

"Xiao Yu, the Mister Mo you mentioned, can he really save Old Tang?"

Old Master Wen furrowed his brows, obviously skeptical.

Even Director Lin Renxin of the third-grade hospital didn’t have the confidence to cure him, he couldn’t believe that a young man could.

He suspected that his granddaughter might have been deceived by someone.

Tang Chuchu also seemed to doubt it, looking at Wen Biyu with a skeptical gaze.

"He should be able to." Wen Biyu nodded her head, briefly recounting how Mo Han had saved Shan Shan in the emergency room that morning.

"Silver needles? Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Upon hearing the details, Tang Chuchu shook her head, her complexion one of despair.

She didn’t lack faith in Chinese medicine, but her grandfather’s condition required a Western surgical procedure, not something a needle could heal.

Just then, Mo Han hurried in, and Wen Biyu quickly went up to greet him, just about to speak, when a frantic shout came from outside the emergency room:

"Not good! The patient is bleeding profusely!"

"The patient’s blood pressure is continuously dropping, and the platelet count is continuously decreasing! We must stop the bleeding immediately!"

Wen Biyu and the others were shocked and rushed in.

In their view, an elderly man with graying hair was lying on the operating table with an oxygen mask, with three daggers inserted into his chest and blood dyeing the entire table red.

"How did you get in here! Quick! Get out!" The doctors and nurses, already on edge, shouted desperately at the intrusion.

"The patient must have been stabbed no more than ten minutes ago. Judging by the wounds, all three knives were plunged straight in, causing fatal penetrating injuries to the heart!"

Came Mo Han’s calm voice from the front of the operating table, "We must stop the bleeding immediately!"

Everyone turned to look and saw a stranger who had somehow gotten to the front of the operating table.

"Mister Mo?"

Dressed in surgical attire and holding surgical clamps, Director Lin turned his head and, seeing that it really was Mo Han, his face brightened up and he quickly ordered, "Get the silver needles!"

"Director, he..." one of the doctors said in surprise.

"Shut up!"

Director Lin snapped impatiently, personally taking a box of silver needles from the medical kit and handing it over.

"Silver needles? Could it be he really intends to save grandfather with silver needles?" Tang Chuchu’s eyebrows were tightly drawn together, wanting to step forward to stop him.

"Chu Chu! Trust me!" Wen Biyu then tugged at Tang Chuchu’s sleeve, "Now the only one who can save Old Tang is Mister Mo!"

Director Lin nodded, "Mister Mo is a distinguished disciple of the divine doctor Xue. His medical skills far exceed this old man’s..."

Mo Han opened the iodophor and quickly dabbed it onto the wounds with three cotton balls for sterility.

Then, he swiftly put on sterile gloves and pressed his fingers inside the wound, rhythmically applying pressure.

"What is this? Finger pressure hemostasis!!"

A few medical staff members were startled and blurted out, "My God! He’s using this conventional method to stop the bleeding! How could this possibly work!!!"

Tang Chuchu frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.

"Finger pressure hemostasis is the application of pressure on bones with one or multiple fingers, suppressing arteries to stop significant bleeding from wounds."

Director Lin explained, "Generally speaking, if the position and strength are precise, it can temporarily stop the bleeding."

"This method is normally used for small wounds."

"But... Old Tang has three stab wounds, and it’s a massive hemorrhage. To completely stop it, that’s difficult..."

Tang Chuchu’s expression darkened, the hope that had just kindled was swiftly extinguished.

Old Master Wen lowered his head and heaved a long sigh, perhaps this was fate...

Only Wen Biyu retained a hopeful gaze. Since Mo Han saved Shan Shan from the brink of death, Old Tang must have a chance too!

Of course, Mo Han knew that finger pressure alone wouldn’t suffice; he was using his fingers to discern the patient’s condition. As he had gauged, the situation was critical — the bleeding had to be stopped immediately.

"Director Lin! Come help!"

"Hold these two positions still!"

As Mo Han instructed, he picked up the needle box and took out the silver needles.

Director Lin hurriedly came to press down on the wound.

Mo Han took a deep breath, flicked his wrist, and five silver needles were swiftly inserted at the Lingxu and Tianxi acupoints.

A trail of purple qi, visible only to Mo Han, flowed into the old man’s body through the silver needles.

The bleeding from the wounds, which had been spilling blood, slowed down visibly to the naked eye.

"Could it be? Has it really stopped?"

The medical staff in the emergency room looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Tang Chuchu’s hands and feet trembled with excitement, "Grandpa... Grandpa is saved?"

Old Master Wen looked up, both shocked and overjoyed, his eyes filled with respect as he regarded Mo Han!

Wen Biyu let out a sigh of relief; though she had confidently stated that Mo Han could save him, she hadn’t really been certain in her heart. Now that the bleeding had finally been stopped, it seemed that Old Tang truly had a chance.

Director Lin’s expression remained grave.

Although Mister Mo had stopped the bleeding, Old Tang still had three daggers in his chest. To save Old Tang, the daggers had to be removed.

Yet, if the daggers were removed recklessly during surgery, the halted blood could very well gush out again. In the event of such hemorrhage, death could come in an instant!

While Director Lin was in a dilemma, Mo Han had already put on a new pair of sterile gloves and now held a scalpel in his hand.

Everyone’s expression froze.

What was he about to do?

Was he going to perform surgery on Old Tang?

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Mo Han first closed his eyes, then took a deep breath.

Suddenly!

He opened his eyes abruptly, raised the scalpel, and stabbed it resolutely into Old Tang’s chest!