Practitioners were different from ordinary people. They could use their cultivation methods to guide the True Qi in their bodies and control this innate True Qi to constantly absorb the energy from the outside world, so that the True Qi could grow stronger and stronger.
When the practitioner's cultivation reached a certain level and the True Qi in his meridians was saturated and could not hold more True Qi, he needed a larger container to hold the True Qi, and this container was the Dantian.
After the Dantian was opened, the True Qi had enough space to hold it, and it would continue to expand the amount of True Qi until the Dantian was saturated. Then it would look for another container.
Ding Ning guessed that this container was the middle Dantian, but he, who had not opened the Dantian, was not sure what the truth was. He could only be sure on that day.
This changed Ding Ning's attitude toward cultivation, which had always been not so focused. It was not that he wanted to cultivate to a higher level, but he felt that with the Dantian, the abundance of True Qi would definitely enable him to persist in treatment for a longer time and save more lives. After all, he was not a person who liked to fight, and he preferred to save people rather than kill people.
In particular, he felt very novel and interested in peeping into the mystery of the human body for the first time.
He believed that every independent living individual was a small universe with infinite mysteries. It absorbed the energy of the universe and constantly strengthened itself. This might be the direction of human evolution.
In the primitive society, the average life span of those primitive people was only ten or twenty years, but with the development of civilization, human beings were also constantly evolving, and their average life span had reached seventy or eighty years.
This was the mystery of life, mysterious, abstruse, and full of infinite space for evolution. He thought it was a very good research topic.
And the help that could help him maintain his life was cultivation. Only when his cultivation reached a certain level could he prolong his life and have more time to study the meaning of life.
Facial features, bones, flesh, fat, meridians, acupuncture points, internal organs, brain, cells, genes … These components of the human body all contained infinite secrets, which intoxicated him and filled him with the desire to explore.
He became more and more curious about the origin of the stone man that gave him superpowers. It was like a specimen of life evolution, annotating the secrets of the human body and indicating the direction of human evolution.
His mind was filled with thoughts, but it did not affect his movements at all. Connecting broken meridians was much easier than putting broken bones back together. After all, the meridian map of the stone man had a clear position for each meridian. He only needed to follow the meridian map and connect these meridians step by step with his Zhenqi. This would stimulate the Zhenqi in Wang Guoliang's body to run on its own and self-repair.
With the continuous connection of the meridians, Wang Guoliang's expression became more and more painful, but his eyes were full of ecstasy. Being conscious meant that Ding Ning's treatment method was effective.
Although Wang Guoliang forgot to use the Meridian Severing Hand to help him block the nerve and relieve pain due to his absent-mindedness, compared with spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair, this kind of pain that ordinary people could not bear, Wang Guoliang would rather the pain be twice as severe.
He clenched his teeth and endured the heart-wrenching pain for fear of disturbing Ding Ning. He also waved to Fang Mingyang, who was idle and in a daze, and motioned him to cover his mouth with a towel.
Fang Mingyang saw that Ding Ning seemed to be in a daze. Seeing that Wang Guoliang had a reaction, he was inexplicably surprised. He picked up a towel before nurse Liu and stuffed it into Wang Guoliang's mouth. He finally found a job for himself — to wipe Wang Guoliang's sweat.
Nurse Liu's eyes had begun to show pink hearts. She knew very well what Wang Guoliang's performance meant.
This handsome, handsome and tall Ninghai doctor did not brag. His treatment was really effective.
A patient with no feeling of muscle tissue necrosis should feel unbearable pain, which was enough to explain the problem.
Similarly, Wang Guoliang's performance also made the trolls outside the operating room and on the Internet collectively speechless. Did he really have a feeling? Was this a miracle? Or a hype?
It had to be said that there were always some guys in this society who could not bear to see others doing well. They began to spread rumors again, slandering Ding Ning and the military hospital for a joint hype, in an attempt to become famous overnight.
However, this non-mainstream view was soon annihilated in the huge online army who suddenly came to their senses and changed the topic rapidly.
Words of praise such as miracle-working doctor, genius, miracle, legend, myth, and so on filled the entire Internet as if they were free. Those voices of doubt no longer had the soil to exist.
Look, the netizens of China were so cute. They had mastered the ability of changing the direction of the wind and had reached the peak.
After all, who didn't have a headache and fever in their family? People hoped to see a real miracle-working doctor appear. At least when their family members encountered illness, they would have a hope.
A netizen named Sunshine After Rain became the first fan of Ding Ning and took advantage of this craze to organize Ding Ning's fan support group.
The fan support group developed at an extremely terrifying speed. Before the treatment was over, the members of the fan group had exceeded the 100,000 mark, and it was still growing wildly.
And Ding Ning's appearance, which had not been paid special attention before, also became the focus. Praises such as handsome, handsome, focused, tall, and so on once again broke through the sky and occupied all the pages of the Internet.
Countless pink girls screamed, "Husband, I want to give birth to monkeys for you."
This made Ding Ning develop into a national husband in an instant and become the hottest topic on the Internet, making a rich second generation who had already been the national husband feel a strong threat.
Xiao Nuo, who had been paying attention to the online discussions with her mobile phone, felt sour as if she had eaten wild hawthorn. She pouted and cursed in a low voice, "Rogue, are you satisfied now? So many women call you husband. You must be very happy in your heart."
Ding Ning finally came to his senses when Wang Guoliang, whose lips were bitten and bleeding, couldn't help but let out a low roar. He knew how terrible the pain would be when the nerves were connected. It was really amazing that Wang Guoliang could bear it until now.
He smiled at him apologetically, "Sorry, it's my negligence. I will give you anesthesia now!"
"Anesthesia? I'm going to ask the anesthesiologist now. "
Fang Mingyang always thought that Ding Ning did not give Wang Guoliang anesthesia because he could not anesthetize him when the nerves were connected. Looking at Wang Guoliang's bitter endurance, he also felt pain.
Hearing Ding Ning's words, he realized that Ding Ning had forgotten to anesthetize him. He was really careless.
He immediately volunteered to ask the anesthesiologist. Several anesthesiologists in the hospital were refreshed and rubbed their hands. If they could become the anesthesiologist in the process of Ding Ning's treatment, it would be of great benefit to improve their popularity. Didn't they see how popular the video of Ding Ning's treatment was on the Internet? The number of views was almost over 100 million, and the number of reposts was also over a million.
"No, I will use the anesthesia method of traditional Chinese medicine!"
Ding Ning had been prepared since the hospital wanted to monitor the whole treatment process. He wanted to advertise the method of pulse-cutting anesthesia. He could not miss such an opportunity.
In the Hu's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic in Ninghai, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Hu, who were drinking tea, looked at each other with happy smiles on their faces. Mr. Hu laughed and said,
"Our little senior brother is awesome. He made such a big noise. It turns out that he is here to advertise."
"Whether the little senior brother is sincere about advertising or not, this method of traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia will definitely be popular. It seems that we have to speed up the process of recruiting volunteers."
Mr. Zhang stroked his beard and smiled, and his eyes were full of undisguised admiration.
"Hehe, when I think about how those brats would first be arrogant and then respectful on the phone, I want to laugh. They actually didn't believe in this old man's judgment. Now they are dumbfounded, aren't they? All of them are calling me Martial Uncle so intimately."
Mr. Hu said with a proud smile.
"That's right. In the beginning, they called him a little liar and an immature, yellow-haired boy. Bah, it's so easy for them to change their words. When the traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia is carried out, these little bastards will see the benefits and hug the thighs of the Little Senior Brother. Haha."
Elder Zhang also felt honored and laughed heartily.
Mr. Hu looked serious and said, "Anyway, we have to thank the little senior brother this time. What he did is equivalent to laying a good foundation for the rise of our traditional Chinese medicine and showing the magic of our traditional Chinese medicine. I believe that the declining situation of traditional Chinese medicine will be reversed. It is a blessing for us practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine."
"Yes, but with only the support of the two of us, it's still a little weak. I think we should invite those old guys to wave the flag and cheer for Little Senior Brother, so that we can play some residual heat for the vigorous development of our traditional Chinese medicine cause."
Elder Zhang put away his smile and suggested seriously.
Mr. Hu looked a little hesitant. After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Humph, I still remember Mr. Jiang's ugly face. If it weren't for the overall situation, I wouldn't bother to deal with him."
Mr. Zhang said with a smile, "Mr. Hu, you have been fighting for a lifetime. Although Mr. Jiang is eccentric and likes to argue with you, his love for traditional Chinese medicine is no less than yours and mine. I think he will take the overall situation into account."
"You arrange it. I feel upset when I mention that old thing. Let's hold a seminar in your name first, and then we will talk about it in detail."
Mr. Hu still said with a look of displeasure.
"That won't work. I think it's better to send an invitation letter in the name of the two of us and the little senior brother. I don't have such a big influence alone."
A sly smile flashed in Mr. Zhang's eyes. Mr. Jiang had an eccentric temper. Ordinary people couldn't invite him at all. Only when his old rival, Mr. Hu, was here, he would come here eagerly just to argue with Mr. Hu. This special hobby had already spread throughout the medical community.
Mr. Hu glanced at him and pointed at him with his finger, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "You, you, you just make use of me. That old thing and I are enemies in our previous lives. Aren't you afraid that he will embarrass the little senior brother when he comes?"
Elder Zhang looked like he was sitting on a fishing platform. He smiled like an old fox and said, "True gold is not afraid of fire. Little Senior Brother is a person with real ability. What's there to be afraid of? When the time comes, let Little Senior Brother embarrass Elder Jiang and get back at him for you."
Mr. Hu's eyes lit up and he immediately smiled. "Well, why didn't I think of that? At that time, let the little senior brother embarrass him. Let's see if he still dares to be arrogant. Hahahaha, good idea, good idea."
"That's settled. When the little senior brother finishes the treatment, I will go to prepare. This grand event of traditional Chinese medicine has not been held for 20 years."
Mr. Zhang said with some disappointment.
"Yes, I hope I have the opportunity to see our traditional medicine stand on the top of the world again and let everyone recognize the greatness and magic of traditional Chinese medicine."
Mr. Hu sighed with emotion and said with a gloomy look.
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