Ma Guangming knew that Chu Tiankuo did not believe in Yang Chen's medical skills, so he quickly explained, "President Chu, I can guarantee that Mr. Yang's medical skills are unparalleled..."
"You don't need to say any more!"
Chu Tiankuo looked up and interrupted Ma Guangming, saying without room for doubt, "I contacted experts in the capital before, and I'm rushing to the airport now to go to the capital overnight for treatment."
"This..."
Ma Guangming wanted to say more, but Chu Tiankuo didn't give him a chance to speak. He directly asked the two young female private nurses outside to push the wheelchair in.
"Help the old man into the car, we're heading to the airport now."
"Yes!"
The two nurses' skills in injections and nursing were unquestionable, as they were graduates of prestigious universities. However, asking their slender arms to help lift someone, a task originally done by caregivers, proved difficult.
"I'll help you."
Seeing that the two nurses couldn't lift the old man despite their efforts, Yang Chen couldn't bear it. He walked to the sickbed and placed one hand on the old man's shoulder. A mysterious scene reappeared. The old man's body was covered with a flowing meridian map, and the meridians were dotted with green acupoints.
"Huh, the acupoints on Old Man Chu's head are red, just like my mom's!"
Yang Chen immediately saw the source of the illness and asked, "President Chu, Dean Ma, does Old Man Chu have a tumor in his brain!"
"Yes... yes, that's right!"
Ma Guangming, seeing that Yang Chen had diagnosed the illness so quickly, asked excitedly, "Brother Yang, can you cure this disease?"
Unlike Ma Guangming's excitement, Chu Tiankuo sneered in his heart: "This Old Ma thinks this shoddy performance can fool me. Did he tell Yang Chen my father's illness in advance!"
"I can't guarantee a cure."
Yang Chen shook his head and said, "But I can..."
"Since Divine Doctor Yang isn't confident he can cure the old man's illness, then I don't need to trouble you."
Chu Tiankuo interrupted Yang Chen and said in a sarcastic tone, "Old Ma, I truly appreciate your kindness, but there's no need to trouble your hospital anymore."
Ma Guangming knew that Chu Tiankuo was already asking them to leave. He sighed in his heart and said unhappily, "President Chu, the old man is unconscious now. It will take several hours to fly from Yangcheng to the capital by private jet. How about I send a few doctors to accompany you? It would be good to have someone to look after him on the plane."
"No, I've already arranged for a private doctor to travel with us."
With the conversation reaching this point, Ma Guangming was helpless and was about to take his leave.
"You can't go to the capital!"
Yang Chen suddenly said, "President Chu, the tumor in the old man's brain is already pressing on his cranial nerves and blood vessels, which is why he is unconscious. You absolutely cannot move the old man now. Otherwise, if a cerebral blood vessel ruptures and causes massive bleeding, with the surgical conditions on the plane, the old man won't last ten minutes!"
"How dare you! You dare to curse the old man!"
Chu Tiankuo suppressed his anger as much as possible and said coldly to Ma Guangming, "Dean Ma, control your people. If he speaks recklessly again, I won't be polite!"
Ma Guangming knew Chu Tiankuo was truly angry, so he quickly went over and whispered to Yang Chen, "Xiao Yang, I'm sorry to trouble you. Let's go first."
"It's too dangerous, no... we can't go!"
Yang Chen saw that the red spots on Old Man Chu's head were getting bigger, and the tumor was obviously expanding, posing a constant danger of massive bleeding. He immediately reached out and began to rub the red acupoints on Old Man Chu's head.
"You scoundrel, what are you doing!"
Seeing Yang Chen act without his permission, Chu Tiankuo became even more enraged and shouted, "Guards!"
*Slap!*
The ward door was pushed open, and several bodyguards in black suits entered.
"Throw this kid out!"
"Yes!"
At this moment, the red spots on Old Man Chu's head were gradually shrinking under Yang Chen's rubbing. Yang Chen dared not stop and shouted, "If you don't want your father to die, don't stop me!"
"You dare to threaten me!"
Yang Chen knew his words were ambiguous, so he quickly explained, "I am currently massaging the old man Chu's acupoints. The entire process cannot be interrupted, otherwise, it will not only be ineffective but also dangerous!"
Since it concerned the old man's safety, Chu Tiankuo dared not take the risk. He turned to Ma Guangming for confirmation, "Old Ma, is this true?"
From the moment Yang Chen started rubbing the acupoints on Old Man Chu's head, Ma Guangming had already discovered that Yang Chen's technique closely resembled the "Lingxue Hand" described in ancient medical texts. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Divine Doctor Yang is not pressing randomly. The positions he is rubbing are all important acupoints on the old man's head, and it will have a certain therapeutic effect."
Acupoints?
Is this young man also a TCM practitioner?
Where would you find such a young TCM practitioner? He's probably just a medical student who just graduated from medical school!
"This Old Ma is becoming more and more unreliable, bringing a medical student from TCM college to see the old man. I won't come to their hospital for colds and fevers anymore!"
Chu Tiankuo's distrust of Yang Chen grew. He was about to signal the bodyguards to forcefully drive Yang Chen away.
The noblewoman, who had been silent until now, suddenly said, "Tiankuo, it looks like he's just giving the old man a massage. Even if he can't cure him, it shouldn't be harmful. Since this is Dean Ma's kind gesture, let the young man try."
Chu Tiankuo stared intently at Yang Chen's fingertips. He saw his fingers moving up and down, like playing a guitar or a piano. He thought to himself that his wife's words made sense. If the bodyguards forcefully intervened, it might harm the old man, which would be bad.
"Alright, I'll give you a few minutes."
Receiving an affirmative answer, Yang Chen could finally focus his spirit on his fingertips. As his fingers continuously pressed, the mysterious warm current within him naturally flowed to his fingertips and then from his fingertips to Old Man Chu's acupoints.
"This warm current has such a miraculous use!"
Yang Chen happily discovered that with the assistance of the warm current, he achieved twice the result with half the effort. With just a few gentle rubs, the tumor in the old man's brain had shrunk slightly.
"If I continue rubbing like this, can I directly eliminate the tumor in Old Man Chu's brain?"
"If this method proves successful, can it also be used on my mother to completely cure her illness!"
Since it directly concerned his mother's illness, Yang Chen became even more attentive, continuously channeling spiritual energy from his body into Old Man Chu.
As spiritual energy was continuously outputted, Yang Chen's clothes were soon soaked, as if he had been immersed in water.
"I... I can't hold on anymore!"
Yang Chen felt that the warm current within him was running low. If he continued to force it into Old Man Chu's body, he would pass out first.
"With my current cultivation, I cannot forcefully remove the tumor, but all the acupoints on his head have turned green again, so there should be no life-threatening danger."
*Phew!*
Yang Chen removed his fingers from Old Man Chu's head, took a deep breath, and his mind spun. He almost fell to the ground.
"That warm current in my body is similar to the internal energy in novels. If I overuse it, I will become extremely weak. It seems I must be careful when using it in the future. If I overuse it, I might not be able to save others and end up losing my own life!"
Ma Guangming, seeing him drenched in sweat, handed him a tissue.
"Divine Doctor Yang, wipe your sweat first."
"Thank you."
"How is Old Man Chu now..."
"He's fine, he'll wake up soon."
Is it true?
A simple head massage can cure illnesses and save lives?
Chu Tiankuo immediately looked at the old man on the sickbed with suspicion. He saw that although the old man's complexion was no longer as pale as before, his eyes were still tightly closed and his teeth were clenched.
"It didn't work?"
Ma Guangming also felt a hint of doubt. He walked to the sickbed and was about to check Old Man Chu's pulse.
*Beep!*
Suddenly, the life monitor beside the bed let out a shrill alarm, startling everyone.
"Oh no, did Old Man Chu have an accident from Yang Chen's massage!"
The alarm on the life monitor often indicated that the patient's heart had stopped or there was a significant change in their condition. Ma Guangming immediately turned to look at the vital signs displayed on the LCD screen of the life monitor.
"Blood pressure, heart rate, blood oxygen, ECG... all normal. Why is it still alarming?"
"Something's wrong!"
"Old Man Chu's body was critically weak before, and all his vital signs were abnormal. Now they're all normal?"
At this moment, a hoarse and weak voice sounded from the sickbed: "Tian... Tiankuo..."