When the patient's brain CT results came out, Liu Qingyan had already returned to her internal medicine outpatient clinic and continued seeing patients.
Meanwhile, the doctors waiting for the results were dumbfounded.
"There's no abnormality inside the patient's skull?"
"He's really completely recovered?"
"Completely recovered, and there's no congestion or blockage at all. He's healthy as can be."
"That's incredible!"
"She actually used acupuncture needles to stop bleeding inside the body and clear out pooled blood."
"Is this the acupuncture technique of ancient Hua medicine? Wouldn't that mean most craniotomies, aside from tumor cases, could be avoided?"
"More than that. I wonder whether this acupuncture technique can treat vascular blockages. If it can, most cardiovascular diseases wouldn't need surgery either."
Everyone: "..."
The more they talked, the more outrageous it became. Yet having just witnessed Liu Qingyan's needlework, they somehow felt that even that would be child's play for her.
"You're all overthinking it. How could ordinary people possibly learn this technique?" Duan Chengru said.
"It isn't passed down to outsiders?" someone asked.
"No. Did you forget what I said before? To learn this technique, you first have to learn Qi Refining—qigong." Duan Chengru said.
"Qigong?" Everyone looked at one another. They really had not paid attention to that just now.
"Is it difficult to learn?"
"Are there not qigong cultivation methods all over the internet? There was even a qigong craze decades ago. In the end, how many people actually learned it?"
"Wasn't all of that a scam?"
"Not necessarily. It's like Hua Country martial arts. Most of it may be fake, but some people surely have genuine skills. Otherwise, how could it have caused such a huge stir?" someone questioned.
"In other words, qigong does exist, but there were too many frauds swarming in, and they turned qigong