The Ex-Con Who Conquered the World novel Chapter 57

A shaky, breathless whisper escaped him, laden with shock and dawning realization. "The Spectral Veil Series Needle Technique?" Valka's voice trembled, the words catching in his throat. "That... that's the Spectral Veil Series Needle Technique!"

The others watched his sudden, undignified awe with open curiosity.

A man of his standing in the medical world didn't lose composure over nothing. There had to be something extraordinary about this procedure.

To the layman's eye, there was only a show. To the master's, the door to true understanding swung open.

Nicolas, Bruce, and Killian saw nothing but a man randomly inserting needles into Rebecca. The deeper meaning, the profound art, was entirely lost on them.

Valka paid no mind to their bewildered stares. Transfixed, he began to mutter like a pilgrim before a sacred relic, "The Spectral Veil Series... a lost art. The ancient compendium, 'The Core Principles of the Vital Channels', records, 'For malevolent energies infesting the channels, thirteen points exist. Begin at the Divine Pivot, proceed to the Gate of the Pulse, then the Chamber of the Heart, and finally the Root of Spirit. Not all thirteen are required; often, five or six suffice for a cure.'"

He shook his head slowly, wonder and disbelief warring on his face. "But... it's been lost for centuries. How can this be?"

To the room, he seemed a raving madman.

But in Valka's eyes, Stefan's movements were nothing short of a miraculous, earth-shattering display of a forgotten mastery.

So the old man recognized it. He has some real knowledge after all. Stefan noted Valka's reaction but remained focused, undisturbed. His true energy flowed subtly, guiding the needles as they worked to expel the heart-curse insect from the depths of Rebecca's heart.

"Putting on an air of mystery with some 'Spectral Veil' nonsense..." Killian sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Shut your damn mouth!" Valka roared before Killian could finish.

He surged forward like an enraged lion, his beard bristling, eyes locked on Killian. "One more reckless word, one more disturbance to Stef—no, to the Master Physician, and I swear on my life, I'll make you regret it!"

After delivering the warning, Valka moved quietly behind Stefan, standing with hands respectfully at his sides, ready to assist in any way.

Stefan's work reached its critical moment. Gently but firmly, he manipulated Rebecca's jaw, opening her mouth.

The tails of the needles embedded in her body began to vibrate, emitting a faint, resonant hum.

"Now, come out!" Stefan commanded, his voice sharp and cold.

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