The Divine Physician's Rebirth: Ascension from Silverbrook

Chapter 10: I can Heal Her

"Then I will show it to you!" Dante kept his hand still, but then his right hand propelled Smith's arm like a serpent running through the air. He quickly pinpoints the exact spots on Smith's elbow with his fingers. He applied pressure with concentration, simultaneously engaging the Tianjing and Zhangze acupoints.

Smith's face was covered in sweat as he let out a sharp scream of pain.He experienced a strange combination of numbness, heat, and incapacitating weakness in his entire arm as his knees slightly buckled. It was quite an unusual experience.

"You're such a dumb person!" Dante snorted in disapproval. He then let him go.

Smith's right arm started to move up and down on its own. After a confused moment, understanding dawned—the limb was completely out of his control, moving with the mechanical regularity of a pendulum.

Smith frantically extended his left hand to grasp his rebellious right arm. There was no way to stop him from swinging involuntarily, which he desperately wanted. His arm kept up a rhythm that was captivating, completely devoid of his will. The sight of Smith's partially paralyzed body was the subject of growing more humiliating and absurd scenes that caused amused muttering among the students present.

A girl whispered to herself, "What's the problem with Smith?"

One of the students commented, "It seems like Zara's boyfriend has tricked him," with a wide open eye.

"It's surprising that he could secure the campus prize. His voice is so audacious!" exclaimed a male student.

Smith's face had drained to a pasty white, the fear now merging with his humiliation. He looked at Dante with savage eyes and choked up, "Just... wait for it. You will regret this!"

He turned and almost escaped after facing the weak threat, his disobedient arm still swinging absurdly, causing fresh laughter from those watching.

His inability to comprehend the peculiar method involved a seemingly harmless pinch taking over his body, leaving him powerless and ridiculous in front of the crowd he had been hoping to impress.

Throughout the entire fight, Dante had never let go of Zara's hand. "Why did he do this?" He walked through the campus gates with Zara in his mind, her hand still inside his, under a surprised and admiring stare.

With the students' jealousy piercing her eyes and girls whispering in cups, as well as boys nodding reluctantly, Zara felt envious and had a warm smile on her face. She instinctively moved towards Dante, hoping for more of his steady presence.

Her chest pressed against Dante' arm, causing both of them to shake in unison like static electricity. They were suddenly intertwined.

"Beauty is dangerous. The truth is always known by the ancients!" Dante muttered softly holding Zara’s hand until they finally made it to the Traditional School of Medicine. His poise, which was unbreakable against thugs and bullies, had suddenly become questionable for some other reason.

As Zara reached out to touch her small nose, the blush on her face was a bright pink color. 

"What?" The gesture made her appear even cuter, like a curious kitten.

"Zara, your boyfriend is so cool" As she passed by, students jokingly called out and cracking jokes.

"Please," Zara chuckled and ran after her friends to hide her embarrassment and keep her face burning. 

"What's up with you?" She kept her attention and called out to Dante, "Dante! Take me home at five this afternoon.? Do not forget! ".

Laughing off the walls, the students created a playful protest by taking Zara into the Hospital. "Uhhh, it disgusts me!" exclaimed one student.

Dante stood there for a moment, then shook his head and laughed softly. He made a surprising turn, leaving the University with brisk feet and heading back to Silverbrook Hall.

Upon his return to Silverbrook Hall, the tranquility dissipated. His eyes revealed Theo swaying like an ant in a hot skillet, his short legs running snugly back and forth across the worn floorboards. His round face looked worried.

"Dante! Finally! Hurry up. Come out with me." The moment he spotted Dante, Theo practically lunged forward, grabbing his arm and tugging him toward the door with surprising strength.

"Hey, what is going on?" The typically cheerful man's sudden urge to slow down caught Dante off guard.

"Just come with me. I will provide an explanation as we proceed." Theo led Dante out of the house and into the street, frantically signaling for a taxi passing. After pushing Dante to the rear, he raced in and forcefully opened the door. His words fell out of his mouth in a panicked state. 

"My sister just called. She is currently at the Affiliated Hospital of Hua Country Medical University. A problem with her uterus is being experienced by my niece, I mean her daughter. A serious condition. They are currently preparing her for surgery. We've to go. We've to help her."

The taxi raced through traffic and into the street, eventually arriving at Hua Country Medical University of Traditional Medicine Affiliated Hospital. It was only two blocks from Silverbrook Hall, as stated by Theo.

"Theo's short, stocky figure walked swiftly through the hospital corridors, his feet barely touching the floors as he led Dante to safety and weary eyes."

Dante saw a slim, middle aged woman in her thirties slumped over the waiting area outside the surgical wing, looking sad with an expression of grief. She was accompanied by a young girl with shivers on her face, who looked exactly like her. The two of them had already swelled up like peaches from crying. Her daughter Wendy and Theo's older sister Tara.

Tara broke down in tears and grasped intoTheo's arm upon seeing him. "How could she be suffering from such a disease? She's only twenty years old! They claim that they may have to remove her fetus. She's just a girl! What will be her life?"

"Sister, sister, calm down. Do not cry. I've brought someone—a real doctor of traditional medicine. A capable one." Theo patted his sister's shoulder awkwardly, trying to comfort her even as his own eyes glistened with worry.

At that tense moment, a doctor in a crisp white coat pushed through the doors of the anesthesia room, a medical record book clutched in his hand. With apparent irritation, he scrutinized the waiting area and raised his voice by asking, "Wendy's family?" with excitement. 

"What is the delay? Have you been informed that the entire surgical team is on-site for you? We've got schedules to keep! "

With a quick heartbeat, Tara said, "Doctor I am so sorry, please forgive us. Wendy's uncle has found acupuncture practitioners. She then ran for the hospital to seek medical attention. May I request him to inspect her initially? Just to be sure."

With a barely concealed contortion on his face, the anesthesiologist's face shrunk. He gave a scornful expression of disdain. "What's up there? This is a modern hospital! You must have faith in science, you know? Traditional medicine? What is that nonsense going to do against a surgical condition? Are you people out of your mind?"

Tara flinched at his harsh tone but continued apologizing profusely, her desperation outweighing her dignity.

Dante paid no attention to the anesthesiologist's dismissive remarks. He was already acting, his sole focus being on Wendy.... With a gentle touch, he placed three fingers on her wrist and closed his eyes to listen to the subtle rhythms of her pulse.

Minutes elapsed without any action being taken. Suddenly, Dante opened his eyes wide, stood up straight and spoke to Tara with complete clarity. "Go and cancel the operation. Right now. I can cure this disease. Completely. Without surgery."

"Ah?" Tara's face was filled with tears as she cried and her mouth fell open.

While standing next to her, Theo glanced at Dante with a sudden change of expression, from fearful to thankful. There was a sense of weight rising from his shoulders.

Despite everything, the anesthesiologist burst out laughing. "Are you being serious? Is your concern for this young lady genuine or are you just playing games?"

"No need to remove the uterus," Dante calmly told the man. "It doesn't matter what I am trying to say because there is absolutely nothing wrong with it..."

"Then speak to her attending physician, Dr. Elena, yourself." The anesthesiologist's eyes were filled with anger and disbelief. "Seriously, are you here to cause trouble, or what? Wasting everyone's time with your folk remedies?"