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Remote Needle Control

The vehicle sped down the road.

It took over an hour from the airport before they finally arrived at the origin of the outbreak --- Yangliu Village.

Yangliu Village was located on the outskirts of Pucheng, adjacent to Wugang City, with a population of around two to three hundred people.

The entire village was now under lockdown.

All villagers were ordered to remain in their homes and cooperate with the investigation.

As for the twenty-three people infected by the plague, they had been isolated together under strict military supervision to prevent any accidents.

By the time Dustin and Margaret arrived at Yangliu Village, it was already 9:30 p.m.

Their vehicle stopped in front of a two-story house with a courtyard.

Surveillance cameras had been temporarily installed around the house, and a squad of soldiers stood guard, each one wearing a gas mask.

Every person entering or exiting had to go through disinfection procedures. The containment measures were tight.

“Boss, put this on.”

Before getting out of the car, Su Lan handed gas masks to both Margaret and Dustin.

“Alright,” Margaret nodded and put on the mask.

“I’ll pass, thanks,” Dustin declined politely.

His body was already immune to all poisons. Now that he had broken through to a new level of cultivation, he had even less to worry about.

This plague was nothing to him. Even the ten deadliest poisons of the martial world couldn’t touch him.

“Mr. Dustin, this plague is spreading fast and unusually potent. For your own safety, I strongly recommend you wear it,” Su Lan advised.

“Dustin is a divine physician. If he says he doesn’t need it, then he doesn’t need it. Let’s go in,” Margaret said, cutting the matter short and heading directly into the courtyard.

Although Su Lan was still puzzled, she didn’t press further.

She knew her boss well --- if Margaret said something, it usually meant she was right.

The three walked through the courtyard and into the living room, then into a bedroom, where they quickly saw a man lying on a bed.

The man looked to be in his early thirties, extremely thin, and bound to the bed, unable to move.

At the moment, his cheeks were flushed red, and he was breathing heavily, as if burning with fever.

Red rashes had broken out on his arms, neck, and face.

These were all classic symptoms of the plague!

“Dustin, take a look and see what’s going on,” Margaret said, turning to him.

Dustin nodded and stepped forward to examine the man closely.

His vital signs were extremely weak, and the symptoms of plague were obvious.

If this continued, the man wouldn’t survive more than two or three days.

“It’s definitely the plague. And he’s already semi-conscious --- he won’t last much longer,” Dustin quickly diagnosed.

“Can he be treated?” Margaret asked, her face grave.

From the man’s condition, it was clear he couldn’t answer any questions.

First, they had to stabilize his condition. Only then could they question him.

“He can be saved, but it’ll take some effort,” Dustin nodded.

“Whatever you need, just say the word --- I’ll have it arranged immediately,” Margaret said.

“This plague is a fiery toxin that burns through the qi and blood. Symptoms include high fever and extreme thirst, splitting headaches, rashes, and bleeding.

I have a prescription that will clear heat and detoxify, cool the blood, and purge fire. It should stabilize his symptoms for now. After that, I’ll perform acupuncture. He should regain consciousness by morning,” Dustin explained calmly.

“Thank you,” Margaret breathed a sigh of relief.

She had truly feared that Dustin might say there was no cure --- if that had been the case, the situation would’ve turned catastrophic.

Plagues spread quickly. Without the right medicine to suppress the symptoms, the death toll would be massive.

Inviting Dustin was definitely the right call.

“Just doing my part,” Dustin said simply, then quickly found paper and pen and wrote out the prescription before handing it to Margaret.

“Su Lan, send someone to get these herbs --- fast,” Margaret ordered as she passed the prescription to her subordinate.

“Yes, ma’am!” Su Lan responded and hurried off.

In this situation, every second counted. The sooner they controlled the plague, the fewer lives would be lost.

Within the hour, all the herbs Dustin had requested were procured.

Then came the preparation of the medicine.

To make it more potent and efficient, Dustin infused his Xuanqing True Qi into the fire, intensifying the heat and activating the medicinal properties.

What normally would’ve taken two hours to brew was finished in just thirty minutes under Dustin’s hands.

After feeding the decoction to Liu Yang, Dustin immediately began acupuncture to expel the plague from his body.

With his current cultivation level, he didn’t even need to physically touch the patient or the needles --- everything was done remotely.

With a flick of his fingers, silver needles flew through the air and pierced the acupoints with precision, spinning rapidly to draw out the tainted blood bit by bit from Liu Yang’s body.

Margaret watched calmly --- clearly, this wasn’t her first time seeing Dustin’s techniques.

Su Lan, on the other hand, was completely stunned.

At first, she hadn’t paid much attention to Dustin.

He was only in his twenties --- how could someone so young claim to be a divine physician?

Now, she realized she’d been terribly wrong.

Remote needle control. Perfect accuracy.

What kind of immortal technique was this?

Su Lan considered herself well-informed. She knew plenty of renowned doctors --- but not one of them had ever done anything remotely like this.

In fact, this had gone far beyond the realm of mortals. It had entered a domain she couldn’t even comprehend.

So there really were divine beings in this world! - Ton

Comments

Anonymous said…
Amazing!! Thank you very, very much, Ton!!
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Anonymous said…
Thanks for the update, Admin Ton
Anonymous said…
Thank you for sharing Sir.

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