Chapter 14
Divine Needles… Brian had only heard of them from his master.
His master had learned of them from his own teacher. That master had spent twenty years studying medicine alongside his grandmaster and had witnessed the Divine Needles technique just once in his life.
It was said that, on that rare occasion, the grandmaster used the Divine Needles to revive a person who had been dead for hours.
Brian never imagined he would live to see the technique with his own eyes.
Nash waved his hand over the needle bag, and the 24 golden needles rose into the air, floating on an invisible current of energy.
His palm flattened, and the needles began to spin rapidly above it.
He was controlling the needles with inner energy!
Brian’s heart pounded in his chest, his eyelids fluttering uncontrollably. His throat tightened as if a searing fire had taken hold.
Even his master had never been able to control the needles with inner energy. And yet, this young man had already mastered it?
In that moment, Brian knew for certain: this person was the grandmaster’s descendant.
Nash continued his work, his right hand guiding the needles with ease as he flicked his left finger. A golden needle darted out, slithering like a living snake, and embedded itself precisely in the center of Herman’s chest.
The needle trembled as it sank in.
One by one, Nash flicked each needle into place, all 24 golden needles now embedded in the old man’s body.
The needles vibrated, emitting heat as they stimulated the key pressure points across Herman’s body.
Cancer was a notoriously difficult and nearly incurable disease, but the Divine Needles technique could heal it.
Though they looked like gold, the needles weren’t made of any metal Brian had ever seen. He wasn’t sure what material they were made from, only that they had the power to target and kill cancer cells.
But that wasn’t enough. To be effective, the Divine Needles needed to be controlled with precision, targeting specific points with exacting skill.
The technique itself was complex, and it had taken Nash six years of intense practice to master it fully.
“It’s incredible! I never imagined such a mysterious method could exist in the world!” Mr. Dean gasped in awe.
He was no stranger to traditional medicine, having witnessed many techniques like dry needling and moxibustion, but he had never seen anything like this.
Still, doubt lingered in his mind. Was it possible for a miracle doctor to actually cure a terminal illness like cancer? This was a disease so advanced that even Miracle Doctor Tanner had been helpless against it.
If Nash succeeded, it would send shockwaves through both the medical and scientific communities.
Hera’s eyes, wide with disbelief, never left Nash’s focused figure. Her voice trembled as she whispered, “He wasn’t lying to me. He… he really can cure Grandpa’s illness…”
Lauren, too, felt a surge of pride. She hadn’t misjudged Nash. If her daughter married him, the Lewises would rise to unprecedented heights.
“This kid… Does he really have heavenly medical skills?”
Even Harrison, who had opposed his daughter marrying Nash with all his might, couldn’t help but watch in awe as Nash worked.
Mr. Dean and Dr. Tanner were both towering figures in Jonford’s medical field, and yet it was Nash’s exceptional needlework that commanded their respect.
If he succeeded in curing the old man, his name would spread like wildfire.
Meanwhile, Hubert and his wife exchanged worried glances, their eyes flickering with a mixture of concern and fear.
As time passed, the curve on the heart rate monitor began to show increased activity, the beats coming stronger and more regular.
Half an hour later, Herman’s heartbeat had returned to normal, matching that of a healthy person. A faint color had returned to his face.
Nash calmly waved his hand again, and the golden needles were lifted from Herman’s body by the same invisible force, one by one.
Just as Nash was placing the last needle back into the bag, Herman suddenly coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The oxygen mask was stained red-brown, with bits of flesh visible in the blood.
“Grandpa!” Hera cried out in alarm.
“Dad!” Harrison shouted, panic seizing him as he rushed to his father’s side.
The family crowded around, their faces pale with fear.
Hubert, however, felt a strange sense of relief. A cold smile tugged at his lips.
So, the so-called miracle doctor can’t save him after all, he thought. This fool really thought he could cure advanced cancer…
“What did you do to my father?” The chubby woman stormed up to Nash, her face twisted with anger.
She had not attended the family meeting the night before, but hearing that Grandpa had bought a villa for Nash and Hera in Royal Bay had kept her awake all night. Now, seeing Nash, her fury boiled over.
“All that blood and rotten flesh are dead cancer cells and tumor fragments. Grandpa is fine now. He just needs some rest. He’ll wake up soon!” Nash replied calmly.
He continued, his eyes narrowing as he turned to Hubert, “The accelerated spread of cancer cells in Grandpa’s body was caused by someone injecting him with a biochemical agent.”
The words were like a slap to Hubert’s face. Nash’s gaze was sharp, filled with certainty.
“What… What do you mean by that?” Hubert’s muscles tensed involuntarily under Nash’s chilling stare.
The chubby woman, furious at being threatened, snapped, “You bastard! Are you accusing Hubert of poisoning his own father?!”
Nash’s gaze turned cold as he met her angry eyes. “Watch your mouth. This is your only warning.”
The woman stepped back, taken aback by the sudden intensity in Nash’s voice.
Brian, who had been silently observing, furrowed his brow. He turned to Lauren and asked, “Madam Mare, when did Mr. Lewis’ condition worsen?”
“It was probably around four or five in the morning,” Lauren replied, her tone as icy as the suspicion growing in her heart.
“And were you taking care of Mr. Lewis last night?” Brian pressed on.
“The first half of the night, Hubert and his wife took care of him. After that, Harrison and I took over,” Lauren answered, her eyes flicking toward Hubert and his wife.
If Nash’s words were true, it pointed directly to Hubert and his wife.
Brian’s gaze became piercing as he looked at the couple. “The biochemical agent Nash mentioned does exist. Once it’s injected into the body, it begins to take effect within four hours. The cancer cells spread rapidly, and the damage is complete in about five hours.”
His voice dropped lower as he recalled a disturbing event. “I remember an experiment that rocked the world. It used a biochemical agent like this.”
Harrison’s face twisted in fury. His eyes burned with rage as he lunged at Hubert, fist raised.
“You beast!” Harrison screamed, his fist landing with a sickening thud on Hubert’s cheek. Hubert staggered back, disoriented.
“You… you’ve lost your mind!” Hubert roared, glaring up at his brother.
Since they were children, Harrison had always obeyed him. Yet today, Harrison had dared to strike him.
“I’ll not only lay hands on you, I’ll kill you…” Harrison snarled, his anger blinding him.
Mr. Dean’s voice rang out, stern and authoritative. “Quiet down! This is the ICU!”
Hera stepped forward, panic in her eyes. “Dad, please stop…”
Harrison paused, still shaking with anger, but he turned toward Hubert. “You’d better explain yourself, or this won’t be over between us.”
Before Hubert could respond, the door suddenly swung open, and two bodyguards entered, followed by a dozen well-dressed men.
Helena stepped into the room, her eyes cold and calculating.
“Uncle, what kind of explanation are you looking for?”