Chapter 3: Primordial Nine Needles

"Hey, what... what are you doing?" With a flash, a needle accurately struck a point on Waimarie's head. Fabricio replied with a stern face, "Saving a life." "Huh?" The onlookers, especially the medical staff, were stunned by his action. Just as he was about to insert the third needle, Malachy finally snapped out of his shock, grabbing Fabricio's wrist and pleading urgently, "Young man, don't mess around! Your sister is in grave danger. Your recklessness could worsen her condition, or even cause her death." "Besides, your sister's injury is internal, involving a basal skull fracture and intracranial trauma leading to hematoma and nerve damage. This isn't something acupuncture can solve. And even if it were, it's not something you can fix with a few silver needles. How can you so easily believe and try what you see on the internet?" Hearing the supplement from Petros Cannon, the surgical master, everyone nodded in agreement. Muriel stepped forward to comfort him, but Fabricio broke free from Malachy's grip and rapidly inserted several more needles. Baihui, Shenling, Tianchong, Fengchi... Malachy, infuriated, didn't think twice before grabbing Fabricio and scolding, "Are you insane? Didn't you hear what I just said? Do you want to kill your sister?" "That's right!" "He's crazy! This man is truly crazy!" "Acupuncture to save someone? What is he thinking?" "The key question is, does he even know Chinese medicine? Rushing in without understanding anything, if he ends up harming her, whose fault will it be?" "How can there be such a person in this world? He's literally playing with lives!" Their reactions were understandable. Fabricio was too young and, more importantly, not a doctor or a renowned medical expert. Even the Deans, Petros and Graydon Zeigler, were uncertain about Waimarie's condition. Who would believe he could cure her, especially with acupuncture? Fabricio understood this, so he didn't bother explaining. Besides, there was no time for explanations, as Waimarie's condition was dire. She wouldn't hold on much longer without immediate action. To his surprise, the doctors reacted so vehemently. With no other choice, he shouted, "I'm not crazy, let me go. Just a few more needles, and my sister will wake up..." "The family member has lost his mind, call security, restrain him." Malachy ignored him and held on even tighter, while several young doctors reached for the call button on the patient's bed. Fabricio was furious but couldn't really get angry, as everyone was genuinely concerned for him and Waimarie. Seeing his sister's vitality fading, he had no choice but to break free from Malachy's grip and rush to the bedside. Xuangui, Touwei, Fubai... With a flash of silver light, the last needle disappeared. Only then did Fabricio let out a deep breath, "Finally..." But before he could finish, a loud slap landed on his cheek. He turned, hand on his face, to see Muriel looking at him, disappointment written all over her face. "Do you know why I was willing to advance the surgery fees for you?" "And why I brought in Deans Petros and Graydon, the top experts in internal and surgical medicine?" "Because I thought you were a responsible brother." "But how could you do this?" "Are you a doctor? Or some sort of medical expert? You know nothing, how can you just do as you please?" Pointing at the hospital bed, Muriel said with a pained heart, "Yes, I know you care about your sister, but that's no excuse for your reckless behavior. Do you realize you could have killed her?" Tears uncontrollably streamed down her face as she turned to leave. Meanwhile, Graydon Zeigler, who had been in a state of shock since Fabricio started the acupuncture, suddenly regained his senses, exclaiming, "Is this... the Primordial Nine Needles?" "What? The Primordial Nine Needles?" This statement stunned everyone. Muriel stopped and turned back in disbelief, only to see Graydon staring intently at Waimarie on the bed, trembling, his eyes filled with incredulity. "What's wrong with him?" Malachy asked, "Dean Zeigler, what are the Primordial Nine Needles? What are you talking about?" "Ordinary acupuncture?" Graydon's reaction was indeed intense. He exclaimed excitedly, "What do you know? The Primordial Nine Needles, created by Chief Daoist Priest Dylan Zimmer, are said to keep the soul intact and bring the dead back to life." "This is one of the eight great miraculous acupuncture techniques capable of resurrecting the dead!" "What!? Resurrecting the dead? One of the eight great needles? Is that even possible!?" "Impossible!" Petros Cannon retorted, frowning, "I don't deny acupuncture's ability to regulate the body and cure diseases, but to say it can replace surgery and even resurrect the dead?" Shaking his head, Petros continued, "Dean Zeigler, you're the honorary vice-dean and the foremost expert in internal medicine at our hospital. How can you make such an absurd statement?" "How is this absurd?" Graydon angrily responded, "About the Primordial Nine Needles, Mount Longhu still preserves fragments of its teachings. As for its history, there are detailed records, all of which are verifiable and proven!" Petros scoffed, "You're talking about records and legends from Mount Longhu. Who has recognized or acknowledged them? 'The Lancet'? 'Sce'? 'National Medical Journal' or 'National Journal of Internal Medicine'?" "Dean Zeigler, think about it, what is Mount Longhu? It's nothing but a story mythologized. Can you believe such things?" Before he could finish, a sharp gasp suddenly echoed in everyone's ears. They looked down in astonishment, and in the next moment, they were all dumbfounded. "How... how is this possible!?" The girl on the bed... she had opened her eyes? This was scientifically impossible! Given her condition – a basal skull fracture with intracranial trauma, causing hematoma and nerve damage – even if she underwent craniotomy, the chances of her regaining consciousness were less than twenty percent, with a constant risk of death. But now? How could she possibly awaken? Moreover, the data on the monitoring equipment was... stabilizing!? "It's true!" "The Primordial Nine Needles are real!" "Soul intact, needle brings life!" "One of the eight great needles, resurrecting the dead!" At that moment, the hospital room echoed with nothing but Waimarie's labored breathing and Graydon's uncontrollable, trembling shouts of excitement.