Su Tu arrived at the infirmary and, following the guidance of the intelligent AI, quickly reached a room at the end of the seventh floor.
Unlike other examination rooms that had plaques, this door was bare outside.
Su Tu knocked on the door three tis.
A cold voice ca from inside the room: "Co in."
Pushing the door open, what he saw first was a man with a pair of gold-rimd glasses, looking aloof and detached.
"Hello, Su Tu. I apologize for making you wait so long. The preparation process for Cyan Immortal Acupuncture is lengthy, and we currently have no way around that."
The man explained to Su Tu.
"It’s not a problem. It’s just troubleso for Doctor Hua to co such a long way."
Su Tu responded politely.
Doctor Hua said no more, but stood up, walked to the side, and casually lifted his hand, pulling out a cyan blanket from the void, spreading it on the bed, signaling Su Tu to co over.
Su Tu liked this straightforward, straight-to-the-point style of getting things done, as it saved everyone a lot of ti.
Following Doctor Hua’s guidance, Su Tu took off his shirt and lay face down on the bed.
As soon as he lay down, he imdiately felt the extraordinary nature of the blanket, with cool, silky strands continuously invading his body.
The coolness made his body involuntarily relax, just like having a popsicle in sweltering sumr heat — indescribably pleasant.
"This process will hurt a little. Cyan Immortal Acupuncture rearranges the ridians and acupuncture points within you."
"It arranges them to their optimal state. Simply put, it’s like tidying a room. If a Martial Artist has taken care of their physical body well, it’s like a slightly flawed room that only needs a little tidying up; the pain wouldn’t be strong."
"But if a Martial Artist hasn’t taken good care of their physical body, it’s like a garbage dump. When the major cleanup begins, it’s as if the flesh and veins are turned inside out and rearranged."
"However, since you are the genius valued by Dean Si Tu, your physical condition must be exceptional, so there’s no need to worry too much."
Doctor Hua pushed up his glasses, explaining to Su Tu.
Su Tu nodded, indicating he understood.
"Relax."
Doctor Hua spoke, then suddenly raised both hands, and countless silver needles, as thin as cow’s hair, appeared out of nowhere in the void.
With the movent of Doctor Hua’s fingers, they continuously landed on Su Tu’s body.
As the silver needles entered his body, Su Tu felt waves of warm currents spreading throughout. These flows traveled through his ridians, searching for acupuncture points, penetrating deep into his bones.
"Bear with it a bit."
Doctor Hua said again, then quickly ford hand seals with both hands.
Buzz buzz buzz!!
A gourd silhouette instantly erged behind him, projecting with beams of cyan light erupting from the gourd, reflecting directly onto Su Tu.
Under the illumination of the cyan light, a nearly undetectable gleam of excitent appeared in Doctor Hua’s eyes.
"Let’s see if this ti it will break the record!"
Doctor Hua, whose real na is Hua Tuo, is a competent doctor and a powerful Martial Artist. His presence at Starship Academy indicates his esteed status in the Hua Family.
The most outstanding young physician of the Hua Family, the next-generation torchbearer, having improved Cyan Immortal Acupuncture three tis, recognized as the future pinnacle of dical Dao.
However, behind these halos, no one knew that Hua Tuo had a small evil hobby.
That is ranking the patients’ reactions in his mind, such as the intensity of their knee-jerk reflexes, the loudness of their screams, and so on.
His previous statent about the pain being mild was entirely due to professional ethics, a form of psychological suggestion.
In reality, regardless of one’s physical talent, Cyan Immortal Acupuncture will rearrange the blood vessels and ridians, and the pain is the sa.
Unless one’s physical body reaches perfect and flawless condition, with cultivation that never had any errors, and without any hidden dangers in the body, one wouldn’t feel any pain.
But in the cultivation of a Martial Artist, Basic Skill, Technique, and body refinent, these daily practices inevitably cause hidden dangers, lurking within the body.
In this world, there is absolutely no perfect physical body, Hua Tuo thought expectantly, wondering whether this genius favored by Dean Si Tu could really break the record.
However, an unexpected situation occurred. As the acupuncture’s effects completely dispersed, the anticipated cries of agony did not appear.
Instead, contrary to Hua Tuo’s expectations, there was an indescribable comfort on Su Tu’s face, and he even let out a slight nasal sound.
At this mont, Su Tu found it very difficult to describe this comfort in words. Every inch of his skin, every ridian, and his blood and flesh were stretching and expanding outward.
This comfort was sothing he had never experienced before.
Buzz buzz buzz!!!
His entire body emitted halos of radiance, making his already near-perfect body appear holy and majestic at this mont.
Even the Dao Plant in the Grotto Heaven was swaying continuously at this mont, like flower buds about to bloom, surging with chaotic energy.
At this mont, Hua Tuo widened his eyes, looking incredulously at Su Tu. As a doctor, he had seen too many patients and was too familiar with human reactions.
At this mont, the comfort Su Tu was experiencing was real, as he fell into deep relaxation — a situation Hua Tuo had never encountered before.
This indicated that the boy’s body was flawless and nearly perfect, and even Cyan Immortal Acupuncture couldn’t find anything that needed adjustnt.
Therefore, the originally intended power turned into a gentle stream, starting to cleanse and purify Su Tu’s physical body.
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