I Can Talk to the Internal Organs-Chapter 116 - 94: Acute Coma, Ten Xuan Bloodletting
A meal, a friend.
In their conversation, Lu Jiu learned that Tang Yi, like him, is also a local from Jianghan. They even live in neighborhoods on the same street, and by the end of the chat, they discovered they have mutual acquaintances among their classmates.
There’s no denying that in a small place, as long as you know three people, you might easily find someone who knows the same person you do with just a casual inquiry.
After chatting, the two exchanged contact information and then went home separately.
The next morning, just like usual, Lu Jiu got up and went downstairs to practice the Eight Vajra Skills.
Tian Xuelin has now mastered the Eight Vajra Skills and no longer needs to come to Lu Jiu for daily practice.
After more than half a month’s practice, combined with Lu Jiu’s careful treatment, he not only lost weight, but his mild fatty liver condition was almost fully recovered.
Now, when pressing those painful spots on his body, it no longer made him scream in agony like before.
Compared to him, Wei Jun’s recovery was not as fast. However, with his wife supervising his daily routine, he claimed at his latest follow-up appointment that his energy level had improved significantly.
Buzzzzz~~
Just as Lu Jiu finished a round of the Eight Vajra Skills, a call from Lu Shuang came through.
"Brother, are you ready?" answered Lu Jiu, as Lu Shuang’s voice came from the phone.
"Pretty much, have you had breakfast?" asked Lu Jiu.
"Not yet, I just finished putting on makeup. Let’s meet at the square," Lu Shuang said.
"Okay, hanging up now," Lu Jiu said.
He went upstairs to change clothes.
By the time he went downstairs again, Lu Jiu was dressed in historical costume.
"Whoa... Xiao Lu, is that Hanfu you’re wearing?"
"I must say, it’s quite fitting, just that your hair is too short, looks a bit awkward."
"Hehehe, with Xiao Lu’s looks, it’s a shame not to be a star."
"Xiao Lu, get a wig!"
"Xiao Lu, do you have a girlfriend?"
"... "
Lu Jiu was between laughter and tears, and after casually dealing with these seniors, he quickened his pace out of the community.
Along the way, Lu Jiu was already drawing a lot of attention.
After all, wearing Hanfu on the street is still a relatively uncommon sight, at least it is in Jianghan.
Plus, Lu Jiu’s handsome appearance and above-average height for this region made it difficult not to attract attention.
Over ten minutes later, Lu Jiu arrived at the South Gate River Park Square.
Soon, Lu Jiu spotted Lu Shuang.
Her outfit wasn’t particularly fancy: a black ensemble with a spacious skirt and a high ponytail, with a sword strapped to her left waist, she looked quite the heroine.
"Brother, do I look cool?" Lu Shuang unsheathed her sword, a sharp look in her eyes.
"Cool," Lu Jiu gave an honest assessment.
"Hehe, you’ll have a task later!" Lu Shuang said.
"What task?" Lu Jiu asked.
"Take pictures for me," Lu Shuang patted the camera hanging around her chest.
"Okay, but I’m not very skilled, I can’t guarantee the quality," Lu Jiu replied.
"That’s okay, I’m naturally photogenic and not picky about photographers," Lu Shuang said with her nose in the air, clearly confident in her looks.
"You’re not modest at all, let’s go, have breakfast, skipping breakfast can cause stomach problems," Lu Jiu said, heading to the nearest noodle shop.
"Brother, I want beef noodles," Lu Shuang demanded.
"Got it," Lu Jiu replied.
...
At eight, the Flower Festival began.
The South Gate River Park Square was filled with young people in Hanfu.
In the pavilions, on stone bridges, between the woods, they could be seen everywhere.
"Brother, look, Jinyi Guard!" As the two walked to the waterside pavilion, Lu Shuang immediately spotted a group of people in Flying Fish Robes walking their way.
"These should be students from Jianghan Art College," Lu Jiu guessed.
"No wonder so many people are wearing Flying Fish Robes together. Brother, hurry and take pictures," Lu Shuang urged.
"Alright," Lu Jiu resigned himself to being a photo-taking tool.
After the photos, Lu Shuang led Lu Jiu to various locations for photoshoots, and from her moves, Lu Jiu could tell she had done her homework.
When striking poses, she effortlessly displayed various cool moves—unless Lu Jiu was a complete camera novice, it would be hard to take bad photos.
However, as the photoshoot progressed, Lu Shuang decided to take some photos of Lu Jiu as well.
Initially, Lu Jiu refused, as he found posing in public a bit pretentious and couldn’t really relax.
But unable to struggle against Lu Shuang’s persistent coaxing and persuading, he unwillingly allowed a few embarrassing photos.
During this time, many strangers participating in the Flower Festival also asked to take photos with them.
Clearly, the atmosphere of this Flower Festival was quite good, with everyone showing strong enthusiasm for Hanfu. However, what Lu Jiu found regrettable was the lack of any promotion of Jianghan’s history through this festival.
After all, Jianghan is home to the Ancient Zhanghua Platform ruins, which was a Li Palace constructed in the sixth year of King Ling of Chu, once hailed as the finest platform under heaven.
Historical records described Zhanghua Platform as "ten zhang high, fifteen zhang wide at its base," with intricate railings and steps that required three rests to reach the top, thus nicknamed "Three Rest Platform." Moreover, King Ling of Chu favored slender-waisted girls dancing lightly in the palace, leading many palace maids to eat less and endure hunger to achieve a slender waist, earning the place another name, "Xiyao Palace."
Now, it’s just a dirt mound with nothing much to see, and they still charge sixty for entry.
Lu Jiu hadn’t been swindled, but his grandparents fell victim once as "big fools."
"Brother, let’s go to the island in the middle of the water, I want to take some more pictures," Lu Shuang enthusiastically dragged Lu Jiu along.
The two crossed the water corridor to reach a small island in the park.
This small island isn’t very large, with the middle filled with big trees, leaving only a ring around the edges to walk on.
After the two arrived, they started taking pictures with the lake as the background.
But as they were snapping photos, they heard several exclamations coming from not far away, followed by a crowd gathering around.
Noticing something unusual, Lu Jiu headed in the direction of the commotion.
Before long, Lu Jiu arrived at the scene.
"Does anyone know how to do first aid? This person just fainted but is still breathing."
"I don’t know, never learned it."
"Didn’t they show it on TV before? Give it a try."
"You try; I’m not going to risk it. What if something goes wrong?"
"Why are you arguing? Just call 120 first."
"Spread out, people. The person just fainted; why are you all crowding around?"
"..."
Someone fainted?
Lu Jiu frowned slightly.
"Brother..." At this moment, Lu Shuang also arrived behind Lu Jiu and heard the crowd’s conversation.
"Hold this." Lu Jiu handed the camera to Lu Shuang.
Just as he was about to squeeze into the crowd to start administering aid, someone moved even faster and slipped in ahead of him.
"Move aside, I’m a doctor."
Hearing this, the crowd instinctively stepped back, giving that person some space.
With the space now open, the person pulled out a needle kit from their pocket and took out a finest needle, starting to pierce the unconscious person’s fingers.
Traditional Chinese Medicine?
Seeing the technique, the crowd immediately thought of TCM.
But it puzzled them—can TCM really be used in emergency situations?
"Brother, what is he doing?" Lu Shuang also saw the scene.
Lu Jiu said, "It’s called Ten Xuan Bloodletting, a TCM method for treating acute syncope."
Lu Shuang said, "You mean poking a hole to let out blood from the fingers?"
Lu Jiu nodded.
Lu Shuang was too scared to watch the treatment directly, "Doesn’t it hurt?"
Lu Jiu couldn’t help but smile, "The person is unconscious; pain isn’t a concern."
Lu Shuang thought for a moment, then her gaze couldn’t help but drift over, but upon seeing the needle in the finger, she quickly turned her head away, though her eyes couldn’t stop glancing back, a clear case of being both scared and curious.
"Hey? Brother, why is he taking off the person’s shoes to poke their feet?" Lu Shuang watched for a while and noticed after the finger needling, the person suddenly started taking off the unconscious person’s shoes and poking their toes.
"Because if the Ten Xuan on the hands doesn’t work, you have to do the Ten Xuan on the feet. If that still doesn’t work, then you go for the Yongquan Acupoint in the middle of the sole. If even that fails, the last resort is to bleed the Baihui Acupoint on the top of the head," Lu Jiu explained.
"What if they still don’t wake up?" Lu Shuang asked.
"Then there’s no point in saving them," Lu Jiu said.
"Uh... okay." Lu Shuang said, and continued to watch the rescue scene.
Many people, like Lu Shuang, found the emergency aid curious.
But others did not have Lu Jiu’s explanations, so they were completely confused, even misunderstanding the actions.
How can rescuing someone involve poking holes in both hands and feet? Is this rescuing, or harming?
"Hey, are you sure you know what you’re doing? Don’t end up worsening their condition; just wait for the ambulance."
The person appeared annoyed by the interruption during treatment, "If you don’t understand, don’t speak. If I can’t save them and they survive until the ambulance arrives, I’ll take your last name."
"You..."
The speaker didn’t expect the TCM practitioner to be so curt, and momentarily angry, but seeing the person wasn’t obviously wreaking havoc, they suppressed their anger and didn’t start a fight.
Soon, the foot Ten Xuan bloodletting ended, but there still seemed to be no sign of the person waking.
The treating TCM doctor frowned and seemed to gather courage before lifting the unconscious person’s leg and directly needling the Yongquan Acupoint at the foot.
Sssss~~
After the needle was inserted and withdrawn, blood sprayed out from the puncture like a syringe.
This...
Seeing this, the crowd was shocked.
The person is unconscious, and you’re letting out so much blood; are you trying to harm them?
"Brother, he really needled the sole!!" Lu Shuang couldn’t help but marvel at Lu Jiu’s foresight when she saw the scene.
Lu Jiu watched calmly, keeping his eyes on the unconscious person’s face. After the person was needled on both Yongquan points, the flush on the unconscious person’s face began to fade noticeably.
"They are about to wake up..." Lu Jiu mumbled to himself.
"Huh? Wake up?" Lu Shuang didn’t catch that clearly, but as she turned back to look at the person on the ground, she suddenly saw their head move, followed by trembling eyelids that slowly opened.
"Wow, they really woke up!" Lu Shuang exclaimed and looked back at Lu Jiu as if he were some kind of wizard.
The crowd also noticed the change in the unconscious person and instantly changed their attitude toward the TCM doctor.
"They really saved them!"
"What a scare, but it’s great they could be saved!"
"Didn’t realize TCM could be used for emergencies, incredible!"
"This doctor’s amazing, where are they from?"
"Almost misunderstood them earlier!"
"..."
