Chapter 95: Explained Everything

The middle-aged man said excitedly: "Director Xie is truly a good person, my father has had headaches for many years and sought medical treatment everywhere to no avail. It wasn't until Director Xie diagnosed it as a brain tumor that we were preparing for surgery. Zhou Yuanli, you must believe in Director Xie's professional judgment."

Zhou Yuanli was originally still hesitating, but hearing this, he was also a bit shaken. However, Lin Yu, who was standing to the side, discovered something wrong. He looked at the old man on the hospital bed and asked suspiciously: "Old sir, your condition is wind eye, there is no need for surgery at all."

The middle-aged man got anxious as soon as he heard this, "What do you know? This is the film Director Xie looked at." He said, taking out a brain CT.

Lin Yu took the film and looked at it carefully, then said: "This doesn't show a brain tumor."

The middle-aged man didn't believe it, snatched back the film, his face full of anger.

At this time, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Lin Yu, saying in surprise: "You can see my condition is wind eye, it seems you are studying Chinese medicine."

The old man said while sitting up, although his hand was still covering his head, he looked in good spirits.

The middle-aged man saw this and got even more anxious, "Dad, lie down quickly, Director Xie said you need to rest."

The old man, however, didn't care, "He doesn't understand my condition at all, if I really had a brain tumor, could I have lived until now?"

The old man's words left everyone in the room stunned.

Lin Yu remained calm from beginning to end. He looked at the old man sympathetically and decided to take his pulse to confirm the diagnosis, "Old sir, please let me take your pulse to see what your headache is caused by."

Lin Yu walked close to the old man and flicked a silver needle precisely onto the old man's forehead.

"Old sir, this is a typical wind eye symptom. The headache at the beginning was caused by the cold wind blowing directly in winter. In Chinese medicine, this is called dry cold entering the brain, which is a relatively stubborn cold condition."

No sooner had the words been spoken than the old man felt a slight pain on the top of his head, followed by the half of his head that had been in excruciating pain miraculously not hurting anymore.

"Eh? My headache has disappeared?" the old man asked in surprise.

Lin Yu smiled and flicked the silver needle again. This time, the old man's expression became obviously more relaxed, and he said happily: "It's been many years since I felt this comfortable! My head doesn't hurt at all."

The son standing to the side saw his father's change and was shocked.

He knew how severe his father's headache was, and now seeing his father so relaxed, he couldn't help but feel very surprised.

He looked at the CT image in his hand, thought of a relative who was a doctor in a distant place, and took a photo to send it over.

Lin Yu performed thirteen needles on the old man in total. With the dancing, shaking, and rotating of the silver needles, the old man's complexion gradually became rosy.

Zhou Yuanli witnessed all this and praised Lin Yu's superb acupuncture skills.

After the last silver needle was pulled out, the old man appeared refreshed: "Oh my, it's truly too comfortable! I feel like I've become several years younger."

He stretched a big stretch and held Lin Yu's hand tightly, saying gratefully, "To tell you the truth, I was also a barefoot doctor when I was young, and I know a little about Chinese medicine. Being able to see a young man like you inheriting Chinese medicine is truly gratifying."

Lin Yu answered modestly: "You are too kind, I only know a little."

The old man laughed: "You are too modest, your technique has the style of an old Chinese medicine practitioner. In the past, old Chinese medicine practitioners didn't ask patients if they were sick, but judged the condition through looking, listening, asking, and feeling the pulse. Western medicine only knows how to test blood and take films, sometimes tossing around for half a day without finding any results."

The son listened from the side and was dumbfounded, asking suspiciously: "Dad, is your illness really cured?"

The old man looked at his son and said with a smile: "Of course it's cured, does it make you very disappointed?"

The son waved his hands hurriedly, saying with a smile: "Dad, what are you saying!"

Just at this moment, the son's

The report read: "Multiple old, mild cerebral infarction lesions, typical of degenerative changes common in the elderly; apart from this, there are no other issues."

This diagnosis was almost identical to Lin Yu's statement, which left the son even more confused.

"How is this possible? Why did Director Xie say my father had a brain tumor?" His question caught the attention of another elderly woman in the ward who was waiting for surgery.

The old woman looked at Lin Yu with great anticipation and said, "Young man, please take a look at my condition. Director Xie said I also have a tumor in my brain, pressing on my nerves and causing numbness in half my body, and he recommended surgery to remove it."

Just then, Xie Wendong returned and heard the old woman's words, interjecting, "Bed 21, you are scheduled for surgery tomorrow. If you feel there is no problem, I can operate on someone else first."

Upon hearing Xie Wendong's words, the old woman instantly became silent.

At this moment, Xie Wendong immediately put on a fawning expression and said to Zhou Yuanli with a smile, "Sir, have you considered it? The surgery really cannot be delayed any longer."

Having witnessed the entire process of Lin Yu treating the patient, although Zhou Yuanli still had doubts about Lin Yu's methods in his heart, the miracle he saw with his own eyes gave him new food for thought.

Therefore, he did not respond directly to Xie Wendong's question, but instead raised his own: "Director, I have a few questions I would like to ask."

Upon hearing this, Xie Wendong immediately became interested and replied with a smile, "Please go ahead, sir."

"First, in your opinion, what are the chances of my son waking up?" Zhou Yuanli asked.

"Fifty-fifty," Xie Wendong replied.

"Then, if he wakes up, can he return to his previous state? Will there be any sequelae?"

"It is very likely there will be irreversible damage, but surgery can reduce that risk."

Finally, Zhou Yuanli asked a key question: "Can you guarantee that after the surgery, my son will have absolutely no sequelae?"

This question left Xie Wendong speechless. He stammered for a long while before saying, "I cannot guarantee that, but the sooner the surgery is performed, the smaller the possibility of sequelae."

After hearing this, Zhou Yuanli sneered and said, "Then this surgery will not be done."

Xie Wendong was very surprised and glared angrily at Lin Yu, believing this was all his fault, but he still wanted to persuade Zhou Yuanli: "Sir, I still hope you can agree to the surgery..."

However, Zhou Yuanli interrupted him: "No need, your answer has already explained everything."

Xie Wendong was stunned. Recalling the question and answer just now, he suddenly realized: through these few questions, Zhou Yuanli had discovered the truth—regardless of whether the surgery was performed or not, the probability of Zhou Min having no sequelae was the same.

Therefore, Zhou Yuanli chose conservative treatment.

Just then, the old man who had been cured by Lin Yu suddenly said to Xie Wendong, "Director, I want to be discharged tomorrow."

Xie Wendong was taken aback at first, then said unhappily, "You are scheduled for surgery in three days, why are you leaving now?"

The old man laughed, "I am already better, so of course I am leaving. Besides, my test results show no problems at all; it was you who scared us because we couldn't understand the report."

This sentence made Xie Wendong's expression look very ugly. Although he dared not use underhanded tactics against Zhou Yuanli, he still had ways to deal with a little old man.