Sports Medicine Master System

Chapter 412: Chapter 350: You Talk Too Much

Chen Yu was stunned for a moment. He hadn’t expected Michael Jackson to agree so readily.

His assistant, on the other hand, was frantic.

Chen Yu could imagine it. As a cash cow, a walking goose that laid golden eggs, the interests tied to Michael Jackson made his continued health incredibly important.

But Chen Yu also felt that, sometimes, it was precisely this overwhelming importance that prevented him from receiving timely treatment.

There were always trade-offs to weigh, assessments to make. Little did they know that when sickness comes, it comes in a rush. Delay after delay had truly dragged a small issue into a major problem.

Chen Yu knew Michael Jackson was a kind man. Even when surrounded by people with malicious intent, he was still willing to trust them and treat them with kindness.

So while Michael Jackson might trust him out of kindness, he himself could not betray that trust.

"Michael, Acupuncture is an ancient healing art from China. I’ve been using it for over three years, have accumulated a wealth of experience, and have treated countless athletes. I know you must still have some reservations, so I can let you experience its effects first. It won’t be too late to make a decision after that."

"Because treating your back pain with the Small Needle Knife is not a minor procedure."

He had extensive adhesions on his back. It wasn’t something that could be treated casually with a local anesthetic. It would require going into an operating room and minimally invasive surgery to repair several torn tendons.

It was a fairly major operation.

Michael Jackson shook his head, smiled, and waved it off. "Chen, I trust you," he said. "I actually have a special ability to tell if someone has good or ill intentions. So, even though we’ve just met, I can feel that you’re a good person."

As he said this, his eyes were bright, without a trace of impurity.

Chen Yu shook his head to himself.

’What special ability? To put it bluntly, you’re just naive. Even an ordinary fan like me knows you’ve been deceived many times in your life.’

"It’s fine. I was planning to use Acupuncture to alleviate your headaches anyway," Chen Yu said, pointing to the top of his head.

There was no doubt about it—the root of his decades-long headaches was that so-called ’advanced’ surgery.

If Chen Yu had been there at the time, he would never have chosen such an unconventional operation.

Because Michael Jackson had lupus, his wounds were extremely difficult to heal.

If they had just chosen a conventional skin graft, it would have left large scars, but he could have just worn a wig later. His postoperative condition would have been far better than it was now.

Chen Yu strongly suspected he had been duped back then. They must have told him that this new procedure could perfectly repair his scalp.

The result was overgrown scar tissue and hyperplasia that compressed the subcutaneous blood vessels and nerves, causing him two decades of headaches.

The human scalp is composed of skin, superficial fascia, and the galea aponeurotica.

Within the subcutaneous superficial fascia layer, there are many intersecting fibrous septa. Inside these septa are subcutaneous blood vessels and cutaneous nerves. When the scalp is traumatized, scarring and inflammation can compress these vessels and nerves, causing pain.

Furthermore, in the superficial layer of the galea aponeurotica, inflammation-induced hematomas can create high tension, which also compresses blood vessels and nerves, leading to headaches.

Chen Yu needed time to properly study his scalp with the Eye of All-Seeing and find the root cause of the pain.

His lesions and the compression were so subtle that even the most advanced CT scans of the era couldn’t see them clearly. Only the Eye of All-Seeing, a method that could see directly into the wound with microscopic precision, could make it out.

Ultimately, he would need to perform a surgical release to completely cure his pain.

But for now, he could use Acupuncture to promote local blood circulation and alleviate his pain.

Acupuncture is very powerful when it comes to pain relief.

Traditional Chinese medicine originally used Acupuncture for analgesia and anesthesia.

"You can treat my headaches too?" Michael Jackson asked, startled.

He had suffered from these headaches for twenty years. They were getting progressively worse, and he had lost count of how many anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers he’d taken.

Sometimes the pain was so intense he felt like tearing his scalp off.

"Michael, let’s reconsider this," the assistant next to him interjected.

Michael Jackson ignored him completely and asked Chen Yu what he needed to do.

Chen Yu glanced at the assistant.

’This guy talks a bit too much.’

"You’re Kevin, right?" Chen Yu sized him up and down, then asked, "Are you constipated?"

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The assistant’s expression changed slightly. "Dr. Chen, what do you mean by that?" he asked warily.

Chen Yu picked up a set of silver needles and began sterilizing them. "Weren’t you questioning the effectiveness of Acupuncture? How about this: let me help you with your constipation problem. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick."

’This guy talks way too much. So annoying. Best to send him to the bathroom to take a crap.’

"Dr. Chen, I wasn’t questioning you," the assistant quickly explained. He wouldn’t dare question a medical authority like Chen Yu.

"I was just worried... Wait, you said you can treat my constipation? How?"

After Michael Jackson fired his previous manager, he took over managing the entire team himself. The team was often in a state of chaos, working under high-intensity conditions with irregular diets and rest. As a result, he hadn’t had a bowel movement in a week.

"Hold out your hand."

Chen Yu gestured for him to extend his hand.

The assistant looked at Michael Jackson, who was curiously examining the silver needles in Chen Yu’s hand. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Will it hurt? I’m afraid of pain." The assistant felt cornered, but he had no choice but to hold out his hand and ask nervously.

"Don’t worry, it won’t hurt."