Chapter 1379 He Proved We're Useless_2

Everyone frowned, not understanding what Du Heng was doing.

Only Du Heng himself knew that what he was doing now was still lowering the patient's blood pressure.

But everyone was filled with doubt.

Although they couldn't understand how Du Heng was administering the needles, nor did they understand why he was needling in these places, at the very least, these positions were all on the head.

But it could be speculated that the fundamental purpose of what Du Heng was doing was to reduce the pressure in the cerebral blood vessels, and thereby reduce the load on the heart.

But now Du Heng obviously planned to do something on the patient's arm, which left them puzzled.

Isn't that too far away?

Their thoughts were both right and wrong.

The fundamental purpose of Du Heng's needles was to regulate qi and dredge meridians, benefit the heart and calm the mind, and reduce turbidity and ascend clear.

And now by exposing the patient's elbow, it was to needle at the LI-11 point in the elbow bend.

And this needle was not just simply inserted into the LI-11 point, but it entered at LI-11 and then connected to the nearby HT-03 point.

And after connecting these two acupoints, the entire acupuncture of today was considered a complete meridian circulation.

Just when everyone was confused, thinking that needling on the arm seemed uneventful, they were once again surprised.

Previously, needling on the head looked very dangerous and tense, but Du Heng was equally careful, like a young lady embroidering—gentle and delicate.

However, when it came to the arm, Du Heng's needlework became... wild and rough.

When inserting the needles, it was no longer as careful and slow as before, but very casually jabbed in. And after the needles were inserted, it wasn't like the previous ones where it just quivered slightly and ended.

Du Heng applied large movements of lifting, inserting, rolling, and twisting on the needles at both elbows.

It looked less like treating a person's body and more like playing aimlessly with a piece of dead pork.

At this time, Du Heng did not care about them, just adjusted the needle utensils on his own. Such near 'rough' actions were timed for thirty seconds each, adjusted every two minutes, and continued for half an hour.

But by this point, the people present did not dare to ask, unable to ask any questions.

Asking, they feared Du Heng would look at them like they were idiots.

During the adjustments, some found it very interesting and watched Du Heng's movements without blinking.

Others found it very uninteresting.

They just wanted to know if Du Heng's tiger-like vigorous operations were effective. So, one by one, they began whispering to each other.

Those standing at the back, at the lowest end of the department food chain, were both bored and anxious now.

They didn't understand traditional Chinese medicine, nor did they like it; they had no interest in the attention-grabbing Du Heng in the center of the venue.

They just wanted to quickly check the next patient, send off these mostly idle leaders, and immediately go back to complete the disease records they hadn't finished.

Thinking of the disease records, these people's heads hurt even more.

Especially for those rotating from surgery to internal medicine, as the internal medicine disease records were cumbersome beyond cumbersome.

Even when recalling surgical disease records after finishing those for internal medicine according to requirements, those would not even qualify as disease records but were simple drafts at best.

Thinking about this, they harbored even more disdain for Du Heng, who was dragging on and wasting everyone's time inside.

However, since Master Tian didn't say anything, the Director kept his head down watching seriously, and the other Deputy Directors gathered around like curious children, they felt helpless.

At that moment, Du Heng had no mind to worry about other things, just focused on doing his own work.

Once he reached his mental expectations, Du Heng decisively finished the needling.

Then a Deputy Director asked with a frown, "Doctor Du, is that it?"

"For now, it's considered a section completed." Du Heng tidied up the utensils in hand and softly said, "It would be best to do a massage again, which would yield better results."

Massage?

The Deputy Chief Physician frowned, showing great reluctance.

And similarly, several other Deputy Chiefs showed the same expression.

Although those few needles Du Heng inserted earlier gave a nerve-wracking feeling.

But once they adjusted their mindset, they felt that Du Heng's methods were just trickery at play.

Having spent so much time on it already, and now asking for a round of massage, wasting time again was taking oneself too seriously.

Did he think everyone present, like him, was a bunch of idle people with nothing to do?

The Deputy Chief Physician asked with a frown, "Doctor Du, how long before your recent work shows results?

Perhaps we should wait to see the results before planning the next step?"

Du Heng's eyes slightly flickered.

This old boy actually used the word 'stuff' to describe the treatment process just now, evidently not believing from the bottom of his heart that Du Heng's needling just now was a treatment method.

Du Heng pursed his lips and said, "Right now, let's go measure the patient's blood pressure."

The Deputy Chief Physician looked at Du Heng with suspicion.

Measure now?

Was he ready to lose face, or did he really have this confidence?

The Deputy Chief Physician didn't care what Du Heng thought, directly turned to tell the resident doctor behind him to fetch the blood pressure gauge.