Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law-Chapter 102 - 103: It’s Impossible That He Saved the Old Master!
The young nurse pushed open the door, and Qin Long followed, walking in slowly while leaning on a crutch.
"Qin Long, you beast! How dare you lay a hand on Grandpa?" Tang Yuxiang lunged forward in a fury and grabbed Qin Long by the collar, his eyes looking as if they would burst from their sockets.
The other members of the Tang family surged forward, crowding into the hospital room.
"Hahaha! Old Master Tang’s blood clot is gone!" the attending physician shouted. "The pressure in his cardiac veins has returned to normal! The pressure in the other coronary vessels has also normalized! Incredible!"
The attending physician’s mouth fell agape as he jumped into the air. This was an absolute breakthrough for a worldwide medical problem! "It’s a miracle!" he exclaimed, already dancing with joy.
Seeing this, the Tang family was completely dumbfounded. Tang Yuxiang and Tang Chuchu, in particular, were astounded.
"What on earth is going on?"
"Did Qin Long really cure Grandpa?"
The Tang family members frantically squeezed inside, desperate to know the Old Master’s condition.
Tang Xuewu’s pretty face showed her disbelief; she could hardly believe her own ears. This is a sign that Grandpa is getting better. He was on the brink of death just moments ago, and now he’s miraculously recovered? How on earth did Ah Long cure Grandpa? She stared at the somewhat fatigued Qin Long in utter shock, her mind filled with curiosity.
To be honest, she had initially thought there was no way Qin Long could cure her grandfather. After all, she only knew he had treated her sprained ankle with a massage once. She had never seen him use any other medical skills. Qin Long had only tried to save her grandfather for her sake; if he had failed, he would have had to face the Tang family’s wrath. She truly hadn’t expected him to actually succeed, and the shock was immense.
"Ah Long," Tang Xuewu said, supporting Qin Long, her beautiful eyes filled with gratitude.
"No need to thank me. Old Master Tang has recovered. You should go see him." With a wave of his hand, Qin Long moved to the side, intending to smoke a cigarette, but was met with Tang Xuewu’s angry glare.
"I won’t smoke, I won’t smoke," Qin Long said quickly.
Only then did Tang Xuewu smile with satisfaction and walk into the room.
The Tang family members were chatting with the specialists.
"Doctor, is my grandpa really okay?" Tang Chuchu asked, finding it impossible to believe that Qin Long could have saved him.
"He really has recovered. Look at the monitors here; all of his pressure readings have returned to normal," the attending physician said, immediately pointing to the advanced instruments nearby. "This venous pressure marker, being in the green zone, means he’s in the safe range. Look, all of the Old Master’s readings are in the green."
Everyone looked at the monitor and saw that all the lines were indeed in the green zone. Seeing this, the Tang family was stunned.
Could this Qin Long really possess such formidable acupuncture skills? Otherwise, how could he bring someone back from the dead? The proof was right in front of them, after all.
"Doctor, could it be that your equipment is malfunctioning?" Tang Yuxiang simply refused to believe any of it. Even if he couldn’t get Qin Long thrown in jail, he couldn’t let him take all the credit.
"That’s highly unlikely," the doctor said, glancing at Old Master Tang, who was breathing smoothly. "The Old Master’s complexion is rosy again, and his heartbeat has returned to a normal rhythm."
Although he hadn’t woken up yet, his heartbeat and color had recovered significantly. Just a short while ago, Old Master Tang’s face had been dark and utterly lifeless, but now, he was clearly much better. His breathing was calm and even. Most notably, he was no longer on a ventilator.
"This...!"
The Tang family was utterly shocked. To think that Qin Long, a cripple, possessed such profound Chinese acupuncture skills! In less than half an hour, he had completely cured a condition the hospital had declared terminal. How could one not be in awe?
"Master Qin, what method did you use?" the bald doctor asked, looking at Qin Long with immense respect. "This is salvation for countless cardiovascular patients! A monumental breakthrough in medical history!"
Cardiovascular problems and thrombosis were extremely common, especially in the modern era, which is rampant with all sorts of food additives. Once a vascular blockage occurred, the best-case scenario was a vegetative state; the worst was instantaneous death. The root of these issues was thrombosis. Many patients died on the way to the hospital. Without a specific miracle drug or timely stent surgery, death was certain.
Old Master Tang’s condition was so severe that his cardiac veins would have ruptured in less than forty minutes. Yet, in under half an hour, Qin Long had saved him. Not only had the major vessels returned to normal pressure, but other blood clots had miraculously disappeared as well. This was divine medical skill—the work of a true master. It demanded the utmost reverence and respect.
"Master Qin, could you enlighten us?" the doctor asked deferentially.
The expert whom Qin Long had scolded earlier also approached with a smile.
"A fool like you wouldn’t be able to comprehend this technique," Qin Long said flatly.
The expert was immediately put in his place, utterly humiliated, but he didn’t dare to retort. Master Qin’s medical abilities have likely reached an unbelievably terrifying level. We can only stand in awe. How could we dare show any disrespect to a medical grandmaster?
The Tang family was also shocked by Qin Long’s attitude.
"Master Qin, this old one simply misunderstood earlier," the expert pleaded, trying again. "You are a magnanimous man, please don’t be angry. A heaven-defying medical skill like yours must be shared to contribute to the medical field of the Grand Xia Nation. Therefore..."
This expert still hoped to secretly learn Qin Long’s techniques. With such an ability, he could surely gain both fame and fortune, perhaps even becoming the North Star of the medical world.
Qin Long frowned slightly and said directly, "The Chinese acupuncture I use is not suitable for you."
Seeing Qin Long’s cold dismissal, they didn’t dare press him further.
"Hmph, you cripple, still putting on such an act!" Tang Chuchu gritted her teeth, glaring at Qin Long. "Grandpa was probably cured by the expert’s imported medicine. Look at you, getting all full of yourself."
"Exactly!" Tang Yuxiang chimed in, unable to stand Qin Long’s attitude. "It was because Grandpa is tough, and that imported medicine healed him. Stop being so shameless and claiming you were the one who cured him."
Hearing this, the Tang family members began to reconsider. Maybe that was the case. After all, some of those imported drugs cost tens of thousands per bottle.
"That’s impossible," the attending physician argued on Qin Long’s behalf. "The Old Master’s condition was extremely poor. The chance of him recovering on his own was practically zero."
"So, by your logic, the imported medicine the hospital gave Grandpa was completely useless?" Tang Chuchu shot back. "Those cost tens of thousands per bottle. Are you saying Qin Long’s skills saved him and your hospital was just taking the opportunity to fleece us? Is that it?"
Her words instantly silenced the attending physician. This was a trap question. Admitting they knowingly used tens of thousands worth of useless medicine on a dying man was like digging his own grave.
The attending physician pondered for a moment before biting the bullet and speaking. "Regardless, Old Master Tang would never have recovered this quickly without Master Qin’s intervention. The credit is his, and you can’t take that away!"
Tang Yuxiang and Tang Chuchu were left speechless. After all, they didn’t understand any of the medical details.
