After the nuclear war, medical conditions were extremely scarce. Forget about anesthesia—even disinfection was sometimes hard to achieve. The principle behind Blake Langley’s surgery on Little May was cellular transplantation and regeneration, accomplished through acupuncture and medication. This acupuncture technique was something Blake Langley had learned from an The Old Doctor. Before mastering these methods, if someone had told him that muscle cells could be transplanted and regenerated simply by applying traditional Chinese medicine, Blake Langley would never have believed it. Even if it were possible, the effect would be so slow that it couldn’t possibly treat frozen silkworm disease.

The facts made him realize that many things were simply beyond his imagination.

Combining acupuncture, medicinal application, and surgery to promote the transplantation and reorganization of necrotic muscle cells was Blake Langley’s own research achievement. However, the medicinal application required a place with the energy of heaven and earth; only when this energy combined with the medicine would it be effective. The reason Blake Langley dared to say he could treat Little May was because he could cultivate, and being able to cultivate meant that the energy of heaven and earth was already present.

Blake Langley’s acupuncture technique seemed quite skillful, but Ms. Shaw was still worried since there was no auxiliary equipment here. At this moment, Blake Langley finished disinfecting the scalpel, and the blade had already cut into Little May’s calf muscle...

“Wait, you haven’t anesthetized her yet...” Seeing Blake Langley start the surgery just like that, Ms. Shaw suddenly snapped awake. There was no anesthetic, and no anesthetist. Blake Langley hadn’t mentioned this, and she had forgotten about it too.

Blake Langley didn’t look up, only said calmly, “This is already one of the best conditions I’ve ever had for a surgery. As for anesthesia, it’s not necessary.”

He wasn’t exaggerating. After the nuclear war, anyone who could perform surgery in a sterile operating room was a top-tier figure. Most patients were lucky just to have a doctor operate on them at all. As for anesthesia, there were only two words: “yeah, right.”

Ms. Shaw didn’t dare say anything more, only watched as Blake Langley cut away some of the necrotic flesh from Little May’s leg...

Watching Blake Langley’s scalpel cut into the healthy, non-necrotic skin above the knee, Ms. Shaw’s hands were trembling. She wanted to stop him, but as a former doctor herself, she knew that you should never disturb a doctor during surgery if you could help it.

Even though he had been reborn, Blake Langley’s hands were still very steady. At least in this life, he had practiced the Yijin Jing and had internal energy to support him. On the other hand, Ms. Shaw kept wiping away her sweat. She was sweating, but her mind was blank—she didn’t even know what she had done that day.

She watched as Blake Langley kept changing surgical instruments. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but eventually she saw Blake Langley begin to bandage Little May, then apply the prepared herbal paste on the outside, and even start an IV drip for Little May...

Was this really surgery?

“It’s done?” Ms. Shaw looked at Blake Langley in disbelief. This was the strangest surgery she had ever seen; it didn’t seem like anything she knew.

Blake Langley washed his hands, nodded, and said, “It’s done. The IV drip is the formula I wrote. From now on, give Little May this drip once every three days, and the herbal paste needs to be changed every day. Remember, you must stay in Huzhou for treatment. Once Little May can stand up, then you can leave Huzhou.”

This herbal paste required the energy of heaven and earth both to regenerate tissue and to kill the frozen silkworm cells. Blake Langley wasn’t sure if there would still be such energy outside Huzhou. After all, in his previous life, the energy of heaven and earth wasn’t discovered until a year later.

“Then can I keep staying here with Little May?” Seeing that Little May seemed to have fallen asleep, Ms. Shaw asked hesitantly.

Blake Langley shook his head. “No need. I’ll remove the acupuncture needles in two hours, and then you can take Little May back to the hospital. As long as you don’t move her leg, it will heal.”

...

Jack Jefferson excitedly held the freshly printed paper. If it weren’t for Blake Langley’s help, this paper on bleomycin deficiency would have taken at least another year to complete—assuming everything went smoothly. If there were any problems, it might not be finished even in two years. In fact, without Blake Langley’s help, the paper would definitely have been stuck.

There were two names on the paper: he himself as the first author, and Blake Langley as the second.

Jack Jefferson was very satisfied with this authorship. Blake Langley had repeatedly told him not to include Blake Langley’s name, but he felt that Blake Langley’s contribution was greater than his own, so it was only right to include it. He would tell Blake Langley after the paper was published. With this paper, Blake Langley definitely wouldn’t remain an intern. With Blake Langley’s level of medical theory, passing an exam and becoming an attending physician in a hospital would be no problem at all.

Jack Jefferson was already thinking about how, when he first raised concerns about bleomycin and argued his case, those people had suppressed him. They had demoted a chief physician of cardiology to the emergency department—well, just wait and see.

This paper would only be submitted to the Journal of Medical Dao. Although Medical Dao had only been founded less than twenty years ago, its status and reputation far surpassed journals like The Lancet, JAMA, and BMJ. Every paper published in Medical Dao could drive the progress of world medicine. So, not to mention ordinary medical papers—even articles by top medical experts found it extremely difficult to get published in Medical Dao.