Shen Tianshu asked someone to place Prince Rui in a lying position. He held the golden needle in his hand and started inserting the needle close to the edge of the eye socket.
The five-inch long golden needle penetrated at an extremely slow speed under her control.
Everyone in the room stared at the needle in her hand with bated breath.
Shen Tianshu's hands are very steady and he has perfect control over the needle.
But such a long needle, such a slow speed, and penetrating such an important part were all caused by pressure on her shoulders.
So just one-fifth of the way in, sweat started to form on Shen Tianshu's forehead.
Shen Tianshu didn't care about this at all. She concentrated on the golden needle, gently twisting the tail of the needle with her fingers, feeling every touch from the tip of the needle.
Putting needles in people's brains is more dangerous than walking a tightrope on a cliff.
Whenever there is an accident, with just a flick of the fingertips, the person under the needle can predict what accident will happen.
In particular, Prince Rui is different from other patients. He has been in a coma and cannot even respond to acupuncture. Everything depends on Shen Tianshu's fingers.
Li Zi'an originally thought that he had experienced enough in the past few years to be able to remain unchanged despite the collapse of a mountain. However, when he saw with his own eyes that Shen Tianshu spent almost a quarter of an hour moving a long golden needle extremely slowly and gently. When the torturous speed penetrated his father's eye socket, he was still startled and broke into a cold sweat.
The several doctors in the room all looked solemn after seeing Shen Tianshu's needle-holding technique and stable ability to control the needle.
If they hadn't been worried about disturbing Shen Tianshu while administering the acupuncture, they would have wanted to gather around her and take a closer look.
Zhang Muqiu, who was standing next to Shen Tianshu, was so excited that her eyes shone with excitement. She really felt like Jiang Tong was really back.
Shen Tianshu's expression was particularly solemn, because this time the acupuncture did not touch any blood clots.
She continued to slowly pull out the golden needle at the same speed.
After one injection, she carefully observed the needle body and handed the golden needle to Zhang Muqiu for disposal. She closed her eyes tiredly and rested.
A quarter of an hour later, Shen Tianshu opened his eyes again, took the golden needle that Zhang Muqiu had cleaned and burned on the fire again, changed its position and stabbed it slowly again.
This operation was repeated five times. Not only did Shen Tianshu become more and more tired, but everyone else in the room also felt very hard.
Shen Tianshu carefully observed the last needle withdrawn from the mouth, and there was still no trace of congestion.
She frowned and searched in several possible directions. There was no sign of congestion, which probably meant that Prince Rui's congestion was at the base of his skull, or even where it connected with the spinal canal.
There is no way to reach that position by inserting a needle from the head or face.
If you want to know, you can only insert the needle through the only conical hole at the base of the skull.
However, this position is of great importance, and the space for operation is smaller. If you are not careful, big problems will occur.
Moreover, the previous five injections had almost exhausted her, and the rest time between each injection became longer and longer.
But since today has begun, it is better to finish from beginning to end.
Thinking of this, Shen Tianshu said to Zhang Muqiu: "Call me in an hour."
After saying that, she stood up, sat on the chair next to the bed, rested her elbows on the armrests, and supported her forehead with her fingertips. She actually closed her eyes and started to rest.
Although she needed to rest between every two acupuncture treatments before, she just sat there with her eyes closed and rested. Now she actually had to rest for an hour?
Zhang Muqiu looked unconcerned, as if this was a normal thing.
She even boldly glanced at the two doctors in the room who were whispering to each other, as if to condemn their whispers for affecting Shen Tianshu's rest.
After an excruciating hour passed, Zhang Muqiu woke up Shen Tianshu.
Shen Tianshu regained his energy and asked someone to turn Prince Rui over so that he could face him sideways. After keeping his posture stable, the golden needle in his hand was pressed against the back of his neck.
Mr. Lu stood up suddenly, looking like he wanted to speak but was afraid of disturbing Shen Tianshu, his brows filled with anxiety.
But at this time, Shen Tianshu had completely abandoned distracting thoughts, blocked out everything around him, and concentrated all his attention on his fingertips. The golden needle penetrated the back of the neck inch by inch, sticking to the gap between the skull and the vertebrae, exploring like walking on thin ice. enter.
She inserted the needle more slowly this time, and even Zhang Muqiu, who was standing next to her, could hardly detect the movement of the needle.
Slowly, more and more sweat oozed from Shen Tianshu's forehead, sliding down his cheeks and slowly gathering at his chin, hanging there without a drop.
After Zhang Muqiu saw it, he hurriedly took out the handkerchief and quickly wiped away the sweat from Shen Tianshu's chin just like he had done with Jiang Tong a few years ago.
It took Shen Tianshu half an hour to insert this needle, which was more than two inches long.
The handkerchief Zhang Muchiu used to wipe her sweat was soaked with sweat.
Fortunately, Li Zian had been paying attention to this area, and soon someone sent a stack of silk handkerchiefs to Zhang Muqiu's hand.
Shen Tianshu continued to push the golden needle slowly, and suddenly felt that the resistance in front of the needle tip had changed. He immediately became cautious, carefully felt it for a while, and continued to push the golden needle forward until the abnormal feeling disappeared.
It took another half an hour to slowly withdraw the golden needle.
Then, Shen Tianshu whispered: "Found it!"
At this time, nearly four hours had passed since she received the first injection. It was dark outside, and the lights were turned on at some point in the house.
Several doctors in the room were impressed by Shen Tianshu's last move, and their previous doubts and disapproval of her had long been forgotten.
They couldn't help but secretly speculate in their hearts that they didn't know how old this little lady was, but the use of golden needles actually gave them a feeling of being even more extraordinary than Jiang Tong.
"Ms. Tong is really...a bold artist!" Mr. Lu said dryly.
To be honest, he would never dare to put a needle through the awl to probe. Even if he thought about it, he would never dare to do it.
So for a moment, except for the boldness of a skilled person, Mr. Lu found that he could not think of a more suitable word to describe Shen Tianshu's behavior just now.
When several other doctors saw Mr. Lu starting the conversation, they also praised him with sincere admiration.
Li Zian's heart, which had been in his throat, finally receded a little.
This day was really difficult for him. He stood up and said: "Thank you for your hard work today. It's getting late. Please have a quick dinner at home. We will discuss other matters tomorrow."
After sending away the invited doctors, Li Zian turned around and did not see Shen Tianshu, but only saw Zhang Muqiu with a tangled look on his face.
Li Zian followed her line of sight and found that Shen Tianshu had fallen asleep beside Prince Rui's bed at some unknown time.
