The Guardian's Sword

Handing Sean the tools he needed was the best response.

Sean, who had received silver needles number three to nine, pierced the
acupoints in Uriah's chest, abdomen, and face with the silver needles as he
waved his right hand.

Sean's hand movements were so fast that the hospital director could not see
them clearly.

However, the hospital director noticed that the silver needle stabbed into Uriah's
acupoints kept vibrating slightly, stimulating the nerves without any sign of
stopping.

"Special needle treatment? Is this traditional medicine?" The hospital director
asked.

"Yes, it's traditional medicine," Zander answered for Sean.

"Traditional medicine is outdated, and many of its treatments have no basis in
modern medicine," The hospital director said proudly.

"The so-called no basis is only because the mystery hasn't been discovered.
Besides, it doesn't matter. What matters is whether the problem is eventually
solved and the person is saved!" Zander said with emphasis.

Zander spoke rudely, but what he said made sense. It bothered Zander, but he
could not argue further.

Sean lifted his hands and applied pressure to Uriah’s body with special needle
treatment, especially around the wound.

"What are you doing now?" The hospital director continued asking.

Zander could not answer him this time. He did not understand either.

Sean said flatly, "When the human body is poisoned, your immune system
automatically kicks in and fights against the toxin. During this process, human
organs and tissues would naturally produce some changes different from
ordinary people..."

"You can find it and diagnose it through touch and other ways. With special
needle treatment, you can stimulate nearby acupoints with pressure so that the
toxins can accumulate in a certain place.”

"What's the theory?" The hospital director asked again.

"Theory, theory, theory. Can't you ask something else?" Zander snapped, unable
to stand it anymore.

However, the hospital director looked at Sean stubbornly, waiting for Sean to give
him an answer.

Sean glanced at the hospital director before saying earnestly, "I don't know the
theory. I learned from trial and error on many wounded and poisoned
companions. Generally speaking, I don't know why it works, but I know it works."
The hospital director laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
However, he thought Sean was right after laughing.

Was modern medicine not moving from the unknown to the known?

Was the medical knowledge and medical experience be accumulated not based
on trial and error?

The modern medical theories that existed today would have been
indistinguishable from witchcraft in the eyes of people from two or three hundred
years ago.

Realizing this, the hospital director instantly stopped laughing.

Sean slowly said, "I've been in many wars, and I always experience comrades
wounded or poisoned in war without immediate treatment. Under that
circumstance, I could only treat them myself. That's how I got my medical skills.”
"Of course, I also read some medical books and knowledge of traditional
medicine later on. If you insist on an answer, there's a vital energy flowing in the
human body."