1324: Chapter 1324 Divine Doctor_1 1324: Chapter 1324 Divine Doctor_1 The middle-aged official must also be a man of authority; although the Hospital Director did not understand the situation, he still said to the doctors under him, “Follow Mr.
Watson’s instructions.”
“This is a set of silver needles.”
A doctor hurriedly brought over the silver needles.
By this ti, the old man had been wheeled to the center of the hall.
Peter saw that there wasn’t enough ti and said to everyone, “Let’s start the acupuncture here for now; otherwise, we won’t have enough ti.”
Damian stopped then, and only saw Peter take out the silver needles and start inserting them into the old man, one by one.
After inserting about ten needles, Peter took a breath.
This broken body really can’t handle it!
Peter sighed incessantly, thinking that in the past, not to ntion inserting a few needles, even working non-stop for a year would not have been a problem, but now this body was truly at its limits.
While Peter was feeling this, the onlookers, including doctors and the families of patients, as well as many others in the hall, started to grow curious about Peter’s thods.
As Peter finished inserting the needles one by one, when he looked at the old man, he saw that his previously pale face had changed, now appearing much rosier.
The patient’s families watched Peter performing the acupuncture, hardly daring to breathe.
After the acupuncture was complete, Peter checked the pulse and then said, “Push him to the ward for now, I am going to find so dicine to prepare.”
The Hospital Director loudly said to a doctor, “Follow Peter’s orders on everything.” He now understood Peter’s identity, but was still full of confusion.
However, seeing Peter’s technique with the needles, he knew in his heart that Peter truly had real ability.
After the patient was taken away, several doctors led Peter to the Traditional dicine Pharmacy.
Peter found so dicine after searching for a while, and then he proceeded to the pharmacy kitchen.
Without avoiding anyone, Peter selected various herbs, often only choosing a section of each one.
Having done this, Peter put the selected herbs into a dicine jar and constantly adjusted the heat as he prepared the dicine.
Seeing his actions, the pharmacy doctors were puzzled, and after inquiring privately, they learned that this was a hospital janitor attempting to save a patient that Doctor Wei had failed to revive.
This matter imdiately made everyone restless.
But Peter was no longer affected by the thoughts of the people around him, and while concentrating on preparing the dicine, he shook his head.
The herbs lacked spiritual energy; without his control of the heat, the dicine wouldn’t have been very effective.
Fortunately, the pharmacy still had so of the herbs he needed, or else saving the old man would have been much more difficult.
After one batch of dicine was ready, Peter took a bowl for the dicine and walked out carrying the dicine jar.
“I an, what dicine is he making?” asked a young doctor.
Several pharmacists shook their heads and said, “There’s nothing about this in the books; we can’t understand his combination at all.”
“He’s not going to ss up the treatnt, right?
What if the patient dies?”
“The patient was already dead; perhaps he’s trying to bring the dead back to life!”
Everyone was now truly baffled by Peter’s thods.
At this mont, Peter had already been led to a high-end ward by several doctors, and upon entering, he saw many people waiting there.
There were quite a few leaders, and even more doctors were there, observing various instrunts.
Upon seeing Peter enter, the family mbers of the old man all looked towards him.
The middle-aged leader looked at Peter and asked, “Is there anything missing?”
“No more is needed; after drinking this dicine, you should be all but cured,”
Peter said as he began to pour the dicinal liquid.
Once a large bowl of the dicinal liquid was ready, Peter looked at the old man and said, “Drink this bowl of dicine, and your illness will start to get better.”
An old man who had just been declared dead could drink dicine?
Just as everyone was still puzzled, they saw Peter lean over and touch the old man’s body, and to their surprise, the old man actually sat up, then took the bowl and started drinking the dicine.
No way!
At this point, everyone was truly bewildered; the old man’s current state looked nothing like that of soone who had died.
He drank the dicine in large gulps.
Peter took the empty bowl, helped the old man lie back down, and said, “Now, I’ll take care of your wound.”
anwhile, he asked the doctors to bring over items like gauze and bandages.
Quickly, Peter began to clean the area where surgery had been perford on the old man.
Everyone watched in astonishnt as Peter applied the residue from the dicine jar to the cleaned area and then wrapped it up with bandages.
This sight made the professional doctors’ eyelids twitch.
But now, no one dared to say anything because what Peter had demonstrated was nothing short of a miracle; he had brought soone back from the dead.
After doing these things, Peter quickly removed the silver needles one by one.
“Alright, it will be better by this ti tomorrow,”
Peter said confidently.
Everyone kept looking at the old man who had entered a deep sleep, wanting to say sothing but finding themselves unable to articulate it.
The Hospital Director hesitated before saying, “Is that really all it takes?”
“Yes,” Peter replied.
“Can those dicine residues be used like that?
Aren’t you afraid of infection?”
“Don’t worry, there won’t be any problems,” Peter reassured.
Following that, everyone’s gaze shifted to the monitors; at a glance, the machines didn’t show any sign of trouble.
“Peter, could you please continue to keep an eye on him for us?” the middle-aged leader asked, visibly relieved, looking at Peter with a sense of warmth in his eyes.
“No problem, I’ll stay here,” Peter agreed without any desire to return to the dormitory, thinking it was a good idea to keep watch there.
At this mont, a middle-aged doctor asked, “Peter, my na is Charles Williams, and I’d like to know how this patient ca back to life?” He was the chief surgeon, and by now, he was still unable to understand the situation; his judgnt, the machines’ judgnts—all pointed to a deceased person, who had now been brought back by a janitor, sothing he found utterly unbelievable.
Looking at him, Peter responded indifferently, “What’s important is that he’s alive now, right?”
That statent left everyone dumbfounded, but upon reflection, it made perfect sense—after all, the patient had co back to life, and that was more useful than saying anything else.
At that mont, the middle-aged leader spoke gravely, “Peter is a talent; how could you have him sweeping floors?
What’s going on with your hospital?”
The Hospital Director also looked confusedly at Peter, equally baffled by the situation but quick-thinking enough to nod and say, “Peter is a unique talent; our hospital will certainly make good use of him.”
The middle-aged leader took another look at his father and even patted his head before addressing Peter, “Divine Doctor!”
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