The Great Medical Saint

Hope was too slim, and Leah had little faith in her heart. She gritted her teeth, held her breath, and nervously watched as Matthew performed an acupuncture.

It was as though she was doing more than Matthew himself.

Matthew grasped the handle of the acupuncture needle, gently twisted it, and withdrawed it slowly.

Crimson blood started emerging from the tip of the tongue, making the scene rather alarming.

Jeffrey sneered from the sidelines. "Do you even know acupuncture? There's blood coming out. I've never seen it done like that."

Matthew remained unfazed, intensely focused as he inserted the silver needle into an acupoint. He then inserted the needle into the stomach meridian at ST 6 and the liver meridian at LR 3.

His movements were swift as he inserted one needle after another, making it hard to keep up. In the blink of an eye, over 20 silver needles were in place.

Matthew let out a long breath. "It's all done."

Done?

There was no response from James, so how could it be that it was done?

Jeffrey couldn't help but sneer. "The patient was a vegetable before treatment, and he's still one after. You call that done?"

Rachel's face was clouded with worry as she continued to examine every part of James' body. There was no movement in his fingers, legs, or mouth-not even a flutter of his eyelashes. Rachel saw no signs of him waking up.

"Wake up, honey. Please wake up. We still have so much life ahead of us. You can't leave me," Leah repeated anxiously.

At that moment, a doctor draped in a white coat entered the room.

Upon seeing the silver needles on the patient, he exploded in anger and roared at Matthew, "What's going on? You're not a doctor here. Who gave you permission to perform acupuncture?" The man, Mike Abrams, was the hospital's director, the only doctor there with a Ph.D., and a well-known figure in Lambda City.

How dares someone perform a treatment on his patient? Did that person think he had better skills?

Matthew glanced at Mike and said indifferently, "The patient is experiencing syncope, but he'll wake up soon."

Syncope?

Wake up?

Mike found it ridiculous. "You're way off if you think he's experiencing syncope. He's in a vegetative state, and he can't wake up. Can't you see that?

"How do you think you can treat someone that even I can't with your skills? Stay in your lane!"

Matthew could tell that Mike practiced modern medicine just by a glance. He shook his head and added, "You don't understand the situation. He's just in a deep faint. He'll come around soon enough."

Mike pointed toward his chest and remarked, "What did you say? Have you any idea what qualifications I have? A doctorate, that's what. Isn't it funny for you to say I don't get it? If he wakes up, I'll gladly let you take my place!"

Jeffrey chimed in, "Exactly. Even a certified doctor can't rouse someone from a vegetative state. Let alone you. You don't have to be a genius, but don't be a dumbass."

Suddenly, the sound of coughs echoed in the ward.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"You're awake. My husband is awake! He's coughing! Oh, my!" Leah exclaimed excitedly upon seeing her James coughing.