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"Vital energy?" The hospital director did not scoff but listened carefully to Sean'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
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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.
Sean, Zander, and the hospital director immediately looked over to see Uriah's wound beginning to seep purplish-
black blood.
"The toxins are seeping out.." Sean 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," Sean said.
"Let me do it!"
Zander was about to hand Sean the precision device the hospital director had just used, but the hospital director
pushed him aside and handed Sean the device first.
Was the hospital director competing to be the commanders assistant?
The hospital director had been contemptuous of the commander earlier. Zander looked on with some amusement.
One got to admit that the precision device for extracting bodily fluids was indeed useful. The toxins gradually
seeping out of Uriah's wound were soon drained clean.
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That way, more than 99% of the toxins in Uriah's system had been cleared, even though there was no guarantee
that all would be cleared.
What little toxin was left could be cleaned up by the body's immune system and removed by metabolism. The next
step was to stitch up the wounds.
Without Sean asking, the hospital director knew what tools Sean needed and immediately handed them to Sean.
Holding tweezers and a suture needle, Sean stitched Uriah's wounds together with dizzying hand speed.
The hospital directors mouth widened at the scene. It was because Sean's stitching skills were too amazing. Even
the hospital director could not find fault in it. He even thought he could not surpass Sean if he did it himself.
"Stitching wounds up relies on experience and hand-eye coordination. I've gained experience from countless
comrades and hand-eye coordination... Haha, who can compare to professionally trained special forces soldiers?"
Sean said with a chuckle.
By the time the surgery ended, Uriah's vital signs stabilized.
Within minutes, Uriah had regained consciousness, but he was still weak.
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