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"You might find this part a bit of a joke, but I’ve never received any professional training," Liu Zheng said. "And such abilities as I have are all innate, passed down from my ancestors. Moreover, I had a ntor who taught quite a few things."

"Oh, you had a ntor too? Who was your ntor? So big shot?"

"Dr. Wang, my ntor wasn’t any big shot. He was just an ordinary villager from the mountains, so he’s really not worth ntioning," Liu Zheng replied, dismissing the matter.

"It’s said that even in poor, remote villages, sotis a ’Divine Doctor’ can erge. It seems this saying is not wrong at all. I’ve never paid attention to such things before, but after what happened with you today, I’m truly impressed and in awe," Dr. Wang comnted with respect.

"It’s all in the past now. Moreover, it was a small effort. Our duty and mission are the sa, after all—to heal and save lives, right? By the way, I’ve been aning to ask Director Xiao, how is the little patient doing?" asked Liu Zheng.

"As of now, the situation is stable. Before I ca here, I took a quick look in the ICU, and all the vital signs were very steady. If nothing changes, by tomorrow morning, the patient should be out of the critical period," replied Dr. Wang.

"That’s great. It wasn’t in vain that we worked so hard to save them this morning. The situation was indeed quite dire; who could have known it would have involved a major artery," Liu Zheng remarked.

"That’s how it is with surgery. Often the greatest dangers are hidden and bring such crisis. There’s no helping it. In my past surgeries, I’ve encountered similar situations, but maybe I wasn’t as lucky—or at least, the patients didn’t have the good fortune to et a master like you," Dr. Wang said with a touch of self-deprecation.

"Dr. Wang, what brings you here today?" Liu Zheng inquired.

"Heh, it’s not much, really. I was just idle and thought of stopping by to discuss this sort of thing with you. Oh, and the tools you used today—I’ve brought them for you," Dr. Wang said casually.

As he spoke, Dr. Wang took out from his bag an antiquated, intricately designed box.

Then, Dr. Wang placed the box before him. Liu Zheng opened the box, and with just a glance, he knew, they were indeed the set of silver needles he had used that day.

As he held them in his hands, he imdiately felt the significant weight of the silver needles, which were clearly different from the usual quality.

They must have been specially crafted, and their smooth use in the morning’s procedure was indeed closely connected to these instrunts in his hands.

"What does this an?" Liu Zheng asked, truly perplexed. He didn’t understand why this man would visit in the dead of night and bring such a precious gift. He wondered what was going through his mind.

"These silver needles were actually left to by my ntor’s brother. Sadly, I was schooled in Western dicine from a young age, and I have always worked in that field. Naturally, the needles have been long absent from my world, to the point where I’ve completely forgotten even the basic thod of using them," Dr. Wang explained.

"Since they were left to you by your ntor’s brother, they must be very valuable. Therefore, I can’t accept such an expensive gift. I absolutely must refuse," Liu Zheng protested.

"They’re just an ordinary tool collecting dust with . I see them as no different from a common scalpel, so keeping them is a waste. In your hands, however, I believe they will achieve much greater use. Dr. Liu, both of us work to heal and save lives. I urge you to accept them," Dr. Wang insisted.

"This, how can I possibly accept this?" Liu Zheng was overwheld.

"It’s nothing, really. To , they’re worth less than nothing. I much prefer scalpels, especially the feeling of controlling one in my hands. But ever since my ntor’s brother left them, I must tell you, I haven’t touched them in over a decade. I always kept them aside in a storage room," Dr. Wang revealed.

"Well, if they’re just going to be left unused, then I must agree they lose their value. Rest assured, I won’t disappoint you. They will be put to greater use in my hands," said Liu Zheng, finally accepting.

"Good, then I’m entrusting them to you," Dr. Wang said with gratitude as he nodded. Then, Liu Zheng stood up, collected the treasured set of silver needles, and stored them in his cabinet.

"Besides bringing you the silver needles today, there is sothing else I wanted to inquire about," Dr. Wang continued.

"Oh? What’s that? Go ahead," prompted Liu Zheng.

"There were rumours circulating in the hospital about a haunting, the incident that happened in your village. I’m curious about the current situation," Dr. Wang said.

Unexpectedly, he was asking about his and his grandfather’s situation. Everyone in the hospital knew they had been taken to the crematorium, so why would he bring it up again?

Or did he truly believe in ghosts and spirits? But generally, those in the dical field didn’t buy into such things.

"Heh, Dr. Wang, it’s been so long since that business; why bring it up all of a sudden? Moreover, it’s just rural villagers’ gossip—you shouldn’t take it seriously. How could there possibly be anything such as ghosts and spirits? It’s all imaginary and hypothetical," said Liu Zheng, dismissing the idea.

"Imaginary and hypothetical? The matter may not be so simple. Besides, in all my years of practicing dicine, I’ve never given much credence to such notions. But I do know that there was sothing wrong with those two people’s specins," Dr. Wang insisted.

"What do you an, the specins were wrong?" Liu Zheng was taken aback.

"Yes, there was sothing definitely off with the specins. In fact, I sneaked into the lab in the middle of the night and re-examined the samples that were stored there. And guess what I discovered?" Dr. Wang spoke with an air of mystery, insinuating that he might have stumbled upon sothing significant.

"What did you find? Director Xiao told about it before. Weren’t they just so super virus? After all, any virus we can’t handle at the mont is dubbed a ’super virus’. It’s a known circumstance within our dical community," Liu Zheng replied, deflecting the concern.

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