“Vital energy?” The hospital director did not scoff but listened carefully to Viola’s explanation this time.
“That’s right, vital energy. In traditional medicine, there’s a special term called vital energy. You can think of it as a unique human energy if you don’t understand…”
“What I’m doing now is using special needle treatment to stimulate the acupoints as well as using a massage to stimulate the soft tissues around the wound so that the special energy-vital energy will reconcentrate the toxins that have spread through the blood and force them out of the wound.”
Hearing this, the hospital director felt like he had seen a new world.
He graduated from medical school. He had never come into contact with traditional medicine. He used to think traditional medicine was low-class, even rubbish and a trick to scam people. However, he now felt a force from traditional medicine.
It was magical and mysterious. However, it was not vague.
Perhaps it was magical and mysterious because it had not been completely mastered. That was why it was magical and mysterious.
Just then, Uriah suddenly snorted.
Viola, Dora, and the hospital director immediately looked over to see Uriah’s wound beginning to seep purplish-black blood.
“The toxins are seeping out…” Viola smiled.
He was unsure of saving Uriah on his way here. He came to the hospital with the idea that he would make every possible effort. Now that the treatment was successful, he was naturally happy and overjoyed.
The sense of achievement from saving a life was stronger than killing ten people. It was because it was always easier to destroy than to create.
“Give me medical gauze… No, use the extraction device,” Viola said.
Dora was about to hand Viola the precision device the hospital director had just used, but the hospital director pushed him aside and handed Viola the device first.
The hospital director had been contemptuous of the commander earlier. Dora looked on with some amusement.
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