After stabilizing Master's three yang fires.
Zhao Liansheng began employing other methods.
Besides acupuncture, Zhao Liansheng also took out a flexible tube.
It was like the kind of tube used for a gastroscopy, inserted through Master's nostril and directly into his lungs.
Using a special silver-needle technique, he stimulated the acupoints.
Then, he drew the excess pooled blood out of Master's lung lobes.
As a professional doctor, I was utterly stunned by the scenes unfolding before me.
In Western medicine, this was called "lung lavage."
Only a handful of hospitals had the equipment, medical staff, and capabilities to perform lung lavage.
Moreover, performing "lung lavage" on a patient required at least a dozen or twenty medical personnel, along with various forms of coordination and equipment examinations, before the procedure could be carried out.
Yet Zhao Liansheng dared to lavage Master's lungs here in this bacteria-ridden wilderness, using nothing but a thin tube and acupuncture techniques!
His acupuncture skills could actually reach such a level?
It was truly eye-opening. I could not help but admire Zhao Liansheng's formidable medical skills and the breadth and profundity of traditional Chinese medicine.
At the same time, it was hard to imagine.
If a true Heavenly Doctor appeared, what kind of medical methods would they possess?
I saw hope, and my joy was beyond words.
Seeing that Master might survive, I also felt heartfelt admiration for Zhao Liansheng's medical skills.
Master was already in such a state, yet Zhao Liansheng could still use acupuncture in conjunction with the Black Lotus Seed to pull him back from death's door.
No wonder Master had been willing to share the Black Lotus Seed and befriend Zhao Liansheng in Red Mountain Town.
If Master had been a little more selfish or arrogant, if he had not treated Zhao Liansheng