Doctor Lin looked over. The person who had stopped him was Qin Chuan.
Doctor Lin pursed his lips and did not speak. Since the patient had agreed, it was useless for him to say anything as a doctor.
Doctor Lin watched as Qiao Nian skillfully removed the silver needles from Qin Chuan’s head. Her movements were very natural, just like Doctor Zhao’s acupuncture technique in their hospital. No, to be precise, Qiao Nian’s technique was even more natural than Doctor Zhao’s.
Doctor Zhao came from a Chinese medicine family and had studied Chinese medicine since he was young. Now that he was in Chinese medicine, many people regarded him as a divine doctor, especially when it came to acupuncture. His acupuncture skills were second in the country, but no one dared to claim the first place.
Miss Qiao’s acupuncture skills far exceeded Doctor Zhao’s. Miss Qiao looked to be in her early twenties, but Doctor Zhao was already in his forties.
Doctor Lin slowly walked to the bed. When Miss Qiao took out the needles, her expression was natural, as if she did not take such a matter seriously at all.
Seeing the silver needles on Mr. Qin’s head being removed one by one, a little blood flowed out from the back of his head.
Seeing this, Doctor Lin gasped. He looked at Qiao Nian nervously, not daring to speak.
With a calm expression, Qiao Nian placed the silver needle aside and wiped the blood off the back of Qin Chuan’s head with a cotton ball. She said, "You must have been hit in the head by a stone. From the looks of it, there shouldn’t be much blood in your brain, nor did it crush the most important nerves. However, the blood clot in your brain will give you a headache and cause you to lose your memory."
Qiao Nian helped Qin Chuan deal with the blood clot at the back of his head. Only then did she let Qin Chuan sit by the bed. As she disinfected the silver needles, she put them away and said, "For the next three days, I’ll perform acupuncture on you twice a day. When the time comes, take the medicine I prescribed for you."
Qin Chuan leaned against the bed and stared unblinkingly at Qiao Nian. He wanted to ask when he would remember everything, but he heard Qiao Nian say, "You’ve only temporarily lost your memory. You’ll definitely remember everything in the future, but..."
After Qiao Nian disinfected the last silver needle and put it away, she looked at Qin Chuan and said, "I’m not sure when you’ll be able to remember everything, but don’t worry. I’ll definitely treat you."
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