The God Of Death

The Miracle Doctor II

Darius turned toward one of the nurses and calmly said, “Bring me sixteen acupuncture needles.”

The nurse hesitated and instinctively looked at Daniel. She had never seen a janitor give medical instructions in a VIP ward, and Daniel’s expression made it clear that he wanted Darius gone.

“Why are you still listening to him?” Daniel snapped. “He’s not a doctor.”

Darius didn’t even look at him. “If you want him alive, bring me the needles.”

Naomi immediately stepped forward. “Do it.”

The nurse quickly retrieved sixteen sterile acupuncture needles and placed them on a tray. Darius then asked for a small container of black medicinal oil. Once it was brought to him, he carefully soaked the needles in the oil for several seconds before removing them one by one.

Daniel watched with increasing disbelief.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.

Darius ignored him and walked to the bed. He carefully removed Gabriel’s shirt, exposing the old patriarch’s chest and abdomen. His skin had already developed an alarming dark color, the poison spreading rapidly through his body.

Darius’s eyes remained focused as he examined the patient’s condition.

He pressed two fingers against Gabriel’s abdomen, searching for the precise pressure points he needed. After finding the first point, he tapped the area lightly with his fingertips before positioning the first needle.

Then he inserted it.

One after another, the needles entered Gabriel’s body at carefully selected points across his chest, abdomen, arms, and legs. Darius’s movements were neither hurried nor hesitant. Every needle went in at a specific angle and depth, targeting the channels through which the poison had spread.

The doctors could only stare.

Then Daniel suddenly laughed.

“Acupuncture?”

His laughter echoed through the ward. “You’re actually trying to treat a life-threatening poisoning with acupuncture?”

One of the doctors shook his head. “This isn’t even scientifically established medicine. How could something like this possibly remove poison from the bloodstream?”

Another doctor folded his arms. “He’s going to make the situation worse.”

Naomi didn’t laugh.

She stood beside the bed, watching Darius work while uncertainty slowly crept into her eyes. She had no idea who this man really was, and everything he was doing looked completely different from the treatment she had expected from a modern hospital.

“Are you sure this will work?” she finally asked.

Darius didn’t stop.

“Yes.”

His confidence was so absolute that Naomi couldn’t bring herself to argue.

Daniel scoffed. “Miss Wen, don’t let his confidence fool you. Medicine isn’t about confidence. If acupuncture could cure something this serious, we wouldn’t need hospitals.”

Darius remained silent.

He had no interest in arguing with people who had already decided they knew everything.

For the next several minutes, he carefully adjusted the needles and occasionally pressed Gabriel’s abdomen to ensure the pressure points were responding correctly. The room gradually became quieter as everyone waited to see what would happen.

Then, nearly ten minutes later, Gabriel’s body suddenly convulsed.

“What’s happening?”

Naomi stepped forward in alarm.

Before anyone could react, Gabriel violently coughed.

A thick black substance suddenly gushed from his mouth and splattered into the container Darius had positioned beneath his face.

Naomi screamed.

Several doctors instinctively stepped backward.

“What the hell is that?”

Daniel’s eyes widened as he stared at the dark, foul-smelling substance.

No one answered.

Another cough forced more of the black liquid from Gabriel’s mouth. The room filled with a strange metallic odor as the poisonous substance continued to leave his body.

Then something even more shocking happened.

The unnatural darkness covering Gabriel’s skin began to fade.

The blackish color slowly receded from his face, neck, and chest until his skin returned to its normal complexion. His breathing, which had previously been weak and irregular, gradually became steady.

The monitors stabilized.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

The doctors stood frozen around the bed.

Daniel stared at the monitor, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Moments earlier, Gabriel had been on the verge of death. Now his vital signs were stabilizing right before their eyes.

“How is this possible?” one of the doctors whispered.

Nobody had an answer.

Darius calmly removed his gloves and looked at Naomi.

“Your father was poisoned.”

Naomi’s expression changed instantly. “Poisoned?”

“Yes. A very potent toxin had already spread throughout his body. If it had remained there for a few more minutes, he would have died.”

Naomi looked toward the black substance with horror. “Then that was the poison?”

“Part of it.”

Darius glanced at the sixteen needles still embedded in Gabriel’s body.

“I’ve forced most of the toxin out, but the treatment isn’t complete yet. Do not remove those needles for at least thirty minutes. Your father should regain consciousness after that.”

Naomi immediately nodded. “I understand.”

She then reached into her handbag and pulled out a black bank card before extending it toward him.

“This is worth one hundred million. Please accept it.”

Darius glanced at the card but didn’t take it.

“I don’t need your money.”

Naomi was stunned. One hundred million was an amount most people could never earn in their lifetime, yet he had rejected it without hesitation.

“But you saved my father’s life.”

“You can thank me by following my instructions.”

Darius pointed toward the needles.

“Thirty minutes. Do not remove them before then. If you do, the poison could surge back into his system, and the relapse will be worse than his original condition.”

Naomi tightened her grip on the card and nodded seriously.

“I won’t remove them.”

Darius gave Gabriel one final glance before turning toward the door.

Behind him, the doctors remained speechless, while Daniel could only stare at the patient he had been unable to save.

Darius, the janitor everyone had mocked moments earlier, had done what none of them could.

Without another word, he walked out of the VIP ward.