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The golden needles emit a dazzling light under the illumination of the operating lamp, like quenching the cold air, making people's hair stand on end just looking at them.

The girl's slender fingers flicked her palm over her, and several of her fingertips were already drawn out.

The next moment, all those golden needles as thin as cow hair were inserted into the patient's brain.

"Ah! What are you doing?!"

The people around were shocked, and several students screamed on the spot and rushed to take off the golden needles.

But those golden needles were too thin to hold, and now they penetrated deeply into the nerve center of the brain, and they did not dare to touch them.

The expression of the old professor who performed the surgery also changed slightly, but what he was looking at was not the patient, but the location where the needle was inserted into the girl.

"Golden Needle Acupuncture Point!"

Ye Lan, who was opposite him, raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, "I didn't expect you to know him too."

The old white professor nodded, "Of course, your Chinese medical skills have a long history, the most famous of which is acupuncture, and the golden needle is a secret method. I have wanted to visit the master several times to learn, but I was rejected because of my poor qualifications."

He was honest about his yearning and affirmation of Chinese medicine, and at the same time he was explaining it to Ye Lan.

But, "You shouldn't take action, because he is hopeless, and you will only get involved and be implicated." He wanted to remind the girl to stop.

However, Ye Lan was unmoved. He even took the time to put on rubber gloves and surgical protective clothing. After preparations were completed, he said: "I will use the needle later, and you will use the knife."

Match both sides to make your work less tiring.

"What?" The old professor was stunned for a moment and hurriedly tried to dissuade him, "In this case, you can't move at all..."

Before he could finish the word "knife", his words were choked in his throat. His eyes fell on the big hole he had just made, thinking that he was dazzled.

Because he saw that those intricate nerves were slowly moving away from the tumor, just like the orange veins on the orange flap were being peeled away, finally revealing the bulging hard mass underneath.

"Okay."

When the girl's clear voice came over, the old professor's mouth was still wide open.

He raised his head like a fool, grabbed the scalpel and looked at the person opposite him coldly, "What on earth are you..."

What did you do?

However, the girl interrupted: "Time waits for no one, hurry up and do it."

Only then did the old professor come back to his senses. Seeing those magical golden needles vibrating slightly in the patient's brain, he understood that the girl must be using some kind of skill to operate them. He quickly took a deep breath, picked up the scalpel, and removed the tumor.

Once the blood vessels were retracted, the difficulty of the operation immediately became greatly reduced, and the audience watching all this live were amazed.

If the images were not synchronized, they would not be able to believe that when the human body falls into coma, the blood vessels can consciously contract to avoid it.

No, it's not the human consciousness, it's everything the girl's golden needle can do.

It was not until the tumor was successfully removed that everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

"At least I saved a life. It's really a blessing among misfortunes." Countless students outside the field were thankful for it, but when they saw the pair of gauze-covered eyes, they still couldn't help but sigh, "No matter how high the technology is, he can't recover." Eyes, he will have to live as a blind man from now on."

But the world is in a dilemma, and with this result, even the person in the hospital bed should be satisfied.

Not only the students thought so, but everyone in the operating room also felt that the cleanup was over.

"Professor, should we start suturing next?" The assistant student on the side glanced at the girl subconsciously as he spoke. He was clearly a top student in the Department of Medicine, but he felt inexplicably uncertain about stage fright in front of the girl.

The professor who was the surgeon looked at the amount of bleeding and the condition of the incision. He just nodded and wanted to respond when he heard a faint voice coming from the other side through the mask, "Take care of the eyeball problem first."

what?

The crowd was stunned again.

The professor frowned, looked at the patient's closed eyes and said, "But his eyeballs have been completely damaged, and it is basically impossible to recover."

In this case, there is no other option but to remove it.

Ye Lan didn't even raise his head when he heard this, and said in a calm voice: "Don't you have prosthetic eyes?"

prosthetic eye.

It was an eyeball replacement technology invented by a talented professor at Sayre Rose University more than ten years ago.

"How do you know..." The professor was surprised by the girl's understanding of this technology, but he also knew that this was not the time to delve into it, so he changed the subject and explained: "Prosthetic eyes can indeed completely simulate eyeballs, but later we discovered that eyeballs can be completely simulated. The nerve endings in the eye are more sensitive than other brain nerves and are difficult to repair. When the eyeball explodes directly, the nerve endings in the eye will atrophy in an instant, and even if a prosthetic eye is installed, it will not be able to connect to the optic nerve on its own."

In other words, if a prosthetic eye is installed, it is just a decoration and has no actual effect.

At that time, this technology could have made a global sensation and won the Nobel Prize, but in the end it failed and was blocked in the laboratory to gather dust.

The old professor shook his head and sighed, but before he finished his sigh, he saw Ye Lan's expression calm and said: "I have already controlled his nerve endings, you just pretend."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked again, thinking it was impossible.

However, when the machine scanned it, it was discovered that the optic nerve that was supposed to be atrophied and necrotic was still stubbornly attached to the eyeball, and was still wandering in search of a new retinal reflection system.

The professor who was the surgeon immediately cheered up and immediately gave instructions, "Let the prosthetic eye be removed as soon as possible. Next, we will perform the surgery to remove the necrotic eyeball first."

"Yes."

The morale in the operating room was greatly boosted, and everyone started to prepare intensively again.

But this time, everyone unconsciously started working with the girl as the center. Even the professor who was the surgeon asked the slender figure opposite him step by step.

"If the eyeball here is operated directly, can it be removed directly?"

"can."

"Does the optic nerve need to be temporarily frozen to maintain activity?"

"Need not."

……

Later, everyone gathered around the girl and asked about the relationship between the vivid nerve endings and the golden needle.

Ye Lan also explained the principle with a simple analogy, which made these students who admired Western medicine nod in wonder.

"It turns out that there is such a magical medical skill in this world."

When the prosthetic eye was delivered and the professor installed it as instructed, he turned around and saw that the optic nerve endings inside the eyeball had automatically adhered to the prosthetic eye and had completely adapted to the new eyeball.

"Really, incredible."

The old professor has been teaching and treating diseases for so many years, and has handled countless cases, but this time is the most bizarre.

Not only did they remove an impossible tumor, they also repaired the most difficult eyeball to regain sight. No matter which one they did, it was enough to shock the international medical community.

And he was lucky enough to be involved in everything.

The moment the skull was sutured and the operation was announced, everyone inside and outside the live broadcast screen couldn't help but cheer.

For a perfect operation, and for a fresh life.

Norben wiped the wet corners of his eyes, clenched his fists, and stared at the girl on the screen, "I knew she could do anything."