Chapter 4: Patient Wakes Up and Resets Broken Leg

Graydon's cheeks flushed with excitement, his body trembling uncontrollably. He vividly remembered the fragments of the Primordial Nine Needles he saw thirty years ago. At that time, he wondered what incredible skill could boast the power to resurrect the dead? He had dreamt countless times of possessing such a divine ability. Unfortunately, the fragments only contained diagrams of acupuncture points without the corresponding techniques, leading to their complete loss. Yet, he never expected to witness the miraculous skill he had yearned for all these years, now in the hands of a young man, Fabricio Wang. How could he not be thrilled? Just as he was about to inquire, Fabricio swiftly stepped forward, holding his sister's hand, and called out with a trembling voice, “Waimarie? Waimarie? Can you hear me? I’m Fabricio, your brother.” "Brother…" Her voice was extremely faint, barely audible. Yet, to everyone present, it was like a thunderclap! She spoke? Severe concussion! Intracranial injury! For such a condition, even successful surgery would typically result in a prolonged comatose state. The possibility of waking up remained uncertain. But now, after just a few needles from Fabricio, she not only regained consciousness but also managed to speak? No memory loss, no confusion, no sequelae that should accompany a severe concussion patient!? It was madness, sheer madness! Fabricio paid no mind to their disbelief. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he choked up, “Waimarie, how do you feel now?” "Pain…" Waimarie's response was weak, a single word causing her to gasp for air. Her expression was one of intense pain, clearly suffering. Fabricio's heart ached for her. He hurriedly reassured, “Just wait, the pain will soon pass. Hang in there for a moment.” He quickly stood up, retracted all the needles from Waimarie’s head, and replaced them with new ones. Then, bending over, he asked, “How about now? Still in pain?” Waimarie shook her head, her expression visibly relaxing. “No more pain.” "That's good…" Fabricio sighed in relief, but he wasn’t idle. He moved down to her broken leg and began to manipulate it. Malachy, alarmed, exclaimed, “Hey, don’t move her. That leg is broken, and it’s a comminuted fracture…” “I know. There are twelve fractures.” As Fabricio spoke, he used his Qi to reposition the last bone fragment correctly. Then, wiping sweat from his forehead, he requested, “Could someone please apply a cast? Thank you.” Everyone was at a loss. What was he saying? It made no sense to them. A moment passed before Petros, regaining his composure, loudly called out, “Wade, Wesley, hurry and conduct a full-body examination on this young lady.” “Ah?” The two doctors, still dazed, struggled to comprehend. “What are you waiting for? Take her for a brain CT and leg X-ray, quickly!” “Right, right.” They soon sprang into action, removing the equipment from Waimarie Yang. Fabricio didn’t interfere. Instead, he collected all the needles and gently rubbed behind his sister's ear. When he withdrew his hand, Waimarie was already asleep. Then, the group hurried to the MRI and radiology rooms, surrounding the mobile hospital bed with a buzz of excitement. With two honorary vice presidents overseeing, the results were quick to arrive. In less than ten minutes, two reports were in the hands of Dean Zeigler and Dean Cannon. As they finished reading, they were utterly dumbfounded. The hematoma had vanished, even the one inside the skull. As for her broken leg... If not for the previous X-rays, one would almost believe Waimarie's leg had never been broken. “This… how is this possible!?” “Yes, how could this be?” “No surgery, no equipment, just a few needles and a simple manipulation, and they cured a patient we only had a 20% chance of saving?” “Isn’t this too exaggerated?” This completely subverted their understanding of medicine! Petros was in disbelief. He grabbed Fabricio and asked incredulously, “Why? How did this happen? How did you do it?” How did he achieve it? Of course, it was through the legacy knowledge in his mind, combined with Qi treatment. However, he couldn't disclose this to everyone. So he simply shook his head and casually responded, “This is Chinese medicine, something you wouldn’t understand.” Fabricio’s statement left Petros speechless, unable to refute. Even though Chinese and Western medicines are only a word apart, they encompass vastly different contents and cultural connotations. In all seriousness, even if Fabricio explained, Petros wouldn’t comprehend. “Alright, can someone help apply the cast to my sister now?” Waimarie's leg, being a comminuted fracture, couldn’t heal instantly, even with Fabricio’s abilities. It needed proper stabilization. Later, Fabricio planned to prepare some potions to accelerate the healing process for Waimarie. She would be able to walk in at most half a month. If Petros and others knew this, they would be astounded again. Half a month for a bone that typically takes a hundred days to heal? Was this a joke? Fortunately, they were unaware, or they would undoubtedly have bombarded Fabricio with questions. Even so, Fabricio still felt uncomfortable as Dean Zeigler and Dean Cannon had countless inquiries. “Fabricio, who was your master?” “Uh... an old Chinese medicine practitioner from my hometown. You wouldn’t know him.” “How can you be sure I don’t know if you don’t tell me?” Fabricio thought, “I clearly don’t want to say, and yet you keep asking.” “Fabricio, where do you work now? Would you consider joining our hospital?” “Sorry, I don’t have a medical license.” “No license? How come?” “I didn’t formally study medicine. My teacher always treated people in rural areas, so it wasn’t necessary. No connections, no means…” “That's easy to solve. How about I help you with the medical practitioner qualification, and you come work in our hospital?” Fabricio wasn't ready to answer. At that point, Muriel said softly, "Excuse me, Dean Zeigler and Dean Cannon, can I talk to Fabricio for a minute?