Chapter 60 Who Said He Would Die

Jackson wore a blue pinstripes suit that seemed tailor-made for him, showing off his broad pectoral
muscles and powerful waist.

He was even more stylish and noble than the male stars on the wall posters.

"I'll take all the ones I've tried. Besides, bring me a pair of sunglasses."

Take it all?

The girl was so surprised that she couldn’t close her mouth. All the clothes added up to at least one
million yuan.

That day's orders were more than any other worker' orders in a month.

She blinked her big eyes and wondered how much she would get.

"Why, is there any problem?"

Jackson wondered when she didn't say anything.

"Oh, no, Sir. I'll put it up for you. Just a moment, please."

Moments later, the pretty girl packed up all the clothes and then took Jackson's diamond card to pay for
the clothes.

After a slight sound, the card paid successfully!

The saleswomen opened their eyes wide. My god, this guy was really a rich man!

And the beautiful saleswoman’s hands were shaking. The commission this time was at least 100
thousand!



The other four salespersons felt being hit in the face, especially the salesman, who couldn't even look
at Jackson.

"Sir, we have a delivery service. If you can't pick it up yourself, we can deliver it to your door." said a
saleswoman warmly.

Jackson nodded and said, "All right, I'll give you the address."

Leaving his address, Jackson smartly turned and left the Versace store.

When Jackson was about to walk out of the mall, the mall loudspeaker suddenly sounded.

"Urgent notice, urgent notice. Is there any doctor here? Please rush to the east door of the mall
immediately. There is an emergency patient needed to rescue!"

"Is there any doctor here? Please rush to the east door of the mall immediately. There is an emergency
patient needed to rescue!!"

The nonstop sound on the radio had been ringing through the mall, with a hint of urgency.

Jackson looked up at the sign and found himself on the east side of the mall.

As he got off the escalator, Jackson saw a crowd of people huddling around, peering in.

Now, in the midst of the crowd, an old man with gray hair lay on the ground, his face as white as paper,
his lips closed, unconsciously.

"Make way, everybody. I'm a doctor. I'll see what's going on."

Just then, an old man, with almost the same age as the white-haired old man, appeared outside the
crowd.



Hearing this, the crowd, not daring to delay the time, hastened to make way for him.

The old man was of medium height, and looked to be over seventy years, but he was ruddy and full of
spirit.

The old man stooped down and put his hand on the patient's pulse.

The old man was a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine.

He took the patient’s pulse for a while, observed the patient's condition again, looking at his eyelids
while prying open his mouth, looked at the coating on his tongue, and then waved to everyone.

"Everyone spread out. The lack of ventilation has a great impact on the patient. Do not gossip. It’s more
important to save life."

The crowd slowly dispersed, but no one left, watching them from a distance.

The old man took out the silver needle bag he was carrying from his suit, opened it on the ground.

Silver needles shone in the eyes of the public.

The old man showed a look of confidence, proudly picked up a silver needle, and pierced it in the
patient's brain acupoint, and then most of the needle disappeared into the brain.

The crowd could not help exclaiming.

Surper's Traditional Chinese medicine had a long history, especially the art of silver needle. Many
people had heard of it, but not many had really seen it.

After all, in today's world, western medicine was in the ascendant and Traditional Chinese medicine
had come to a dead end.



They only saw a silver needle as long as about 10 cm almost stabbed into the patient's brain, which
scared most of them.

But the old man did not stop at hand. He confidently lifted the silver needles, and pierced several of
them in some acupuncture points.

Naohu acupoint[Back of the head], Shangxing acupoint[upper forehead], glabella acupoint[ophryon],
and Sishencong acupoint[top of the head]!

A series of four silver needles were inserted into the four acupoints of the patient's brain. And the old
man sweated slightly.

But after a while, the patient was unmoved.

The old man's brow gradually frowned. It was impossible.

In most of his medical life, seldom symptoms had he never seen, and he had treated many of these
syncope symptoms. Generally speaking, patients would wake up now, but now what was the matter?

At this time, a youngster’s voice came from the crowd.

“You're wrong!”

The old man looked up and saw a young man in plain clothes, with arms crossed, looking at him with
great interest.

“What did you mean?” The old man frowned more deeply.

"You inserted the silver needles into the patient's Naohu acupoint, Shangxing acupoint, glabella
acupoint, and Sishencong acupoint, so as to activate his brain nerve, and wake him up from the coma,
but if this person is in thanatosis, even if you insert the needle deeper, the patient will not wake up.”



The elder, with a slightly puzzled look, didn’t contradict Jackson. After all, Jackson was right about the
four acupuncture points he had pierced, which showed that Jackson knew something about Traditional
Chinese medicine.

"How do you know he's in thanatosis, and how do you prove it?"

Jackson smiled faintly and said,

"You just checked the patient's pulse, pupils and coating on the tongue, which is a routine procedure,
but you forgot that in traditional Chinese medicine, there is a saying that the whole body is connected
by one cause."

"His general symptoms suggest syncope, but you haven't found the root cause of the syncope. Do you
think it was from the brain? Look at his fingers."

As soon as the older man heard Jackson say this, he looked down at the patient's fingers and noticed
they were white, with a sign of poor blood flow.

"You mean..."

Jackson smiled. "The brain is starved of oxygen and it means that the patient is in thanatosis."

Hearing this, the old man's face suddenly turned sour.

Sure enough!

Why didn't he think of that! He was really careless!

He regretted his carelessness in not seeing the cause of the brain's lack of oxygen, which had wasted
so much time.



Most of the golden ten minutes for rescue had been delayed, and now the patient's condition was in
urgent situation!

"Why hasn’t the ambulance come here? Quick, send him to the hospital at once!"

Jackson came closer. "It's too late to get him to the hospital," he said. "It at least takes 15 minutes to
get here. Now the patient suffers from poor blood flow.”

"By the time the ambulance arrived, he has died of the lack of oxygen to his brain."

"I knew about it, but how to do that? We can't fold our hands and see him die!" cried the old man
eagerly.

Jackson looked at the old man doubtfully and said, "Who said he would die?"


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