Chapter Sixty-One: Approval

Soon, the nurses who were top students from overseas brought the alcohol and the simmering pot of herbal medicine that Lu Hao had requested. Lu Hao placed the herbs he had brought into the pot and, picking up a spoon, gave them a gentle stir. Instantly, a crisp medicinal fragrance filled the room, prompting Seth to turn his head in slight surprise.

“What is that smell? It’s so unusual,” Seth asked, sniffing the air. Though he was a titan in the medical world and responsible for drug approvals in Germany, he could not identify the source of this aromatic scent.

Lu Hao replied calmly, “There’s no need for you to know. Just observe the results.”

While the medicine simmered, Lu Hao took the basin of alcohol. “Do you have a light?” he asked.

Lisa, one of the nurses, flashed him a flirtatious smile and handed over a silver lighter.

With a flick, Lu Hao ignited the alcohol. He then placed his silver needles in the blue flames, letting them burn. Witnessing this, Seth's face revealed a trace of disappointment.

“I thought you’d use some marvelous method, but it turns out to be such an unscientific approach?” Seth scoffed.

Lu Hao merely smiled, offering no reply. Soon enough, when your green jade Rolex is lost to me, you’ll see what I’m capable of, you foreign devil.

It wasn’t long before the needles, now seared in the alcohol flame, reached the temperature Lu Hao wanted and were thoroughly sterilized. Dipping his hands in the burning alcohol, Lu Hao’s aura changed in an instant—something unfathomable and profound emanated from him.

“Watch closely, Dr. Seth. I’ll only demonstrate once. Whether you can learn from it is up to you,” Lu Hao said. With that, he plunged his hand into the flames and withdrew the glowing silver needles in a flash, moving so quickly that Seth could not even follow his movements.

A wave of shock surged through Seth’s heart as he watched Lu Hao’s masterful presence. A suspicion arose in his mind: could Lu Hao truly be one of those legendary reclusive masters from the Dragon Kingdom?

At that very moment, the silver needles in Lu Hao’s hand were still aglow with flame.

“Ninefold Eighteen Needles!” Lu Hao declared, and with a flick of his wrist, the needles flew directly into Shang Yunjie’s leg.

Shang Yunjie was terrified. The last time Lu Hao treated her, she had been unconscious and was unaware of the spectacle. This time, she watched in horror as a row of needles darted toward her, nearly causing her to leap up in fright.

To prevent her from struggling and ruining the suture removal, Lu Hao freed one hand and grabbed her hair roughly, ignoring her cries. Like a butcher at work, his right hand moved swiftly over her leg.

“Aah!” Shang Yunjie wailed as waves of pain shot through her, unable to hold back her sobs.

Lu Hao’s treatment now looked nothing like healing—it seemed more akin to a scene where a woman is forced into submission. Even Long Gui, watching from the side, nearly couldn’t resist pulling a knife on Lu Hao.

But soon, everyone’s expression changed. With just one hand, Lu Hao deftly manipulated seven or eight needles as if they were obedient sprites dancing to his will. The silver needles swirled gracefully, perfectly under his control.

One by one, every suture on Shang Yunjie’s leg was removed. Then, with nimble fingers, Lu Hao carefully peeled away the piece of pigskin he had previously sewn over the wound.

A large, bright red wound was suddenly laid bare before their eyes.

Without missing a beat, Lu Hao struck the medicine pot with his palm. A thick, green herbal concoction soared through the air, miraculously forming a floating orb.

“Hurry, blow on it to cool it!” Lu Hao called out.

Lisa and several other German graduate assistants immediately leaned in and blew together. Within moments, the herbal ball had cooled.

With a subtle flick of his finger, Lu Hao spread the medicine evenly over Shang Yunjie’s wound.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, each movement exuding the grace of a true master, flawless in execution.

Dr. Seth was utterly stunned. His mouth hung wide open as he pointed at Lu Hao. “How… how did you do that?”

Lu Hao simply rubbed his nose. “Heh, it’s all about practice. Bet you’ve never seen sutures removed like that.”

Seth was so shocked he was speechless. In all his years as a surgeon, after countless operations, he had never witnessed someone suture and remove stitches in such a fashion. This was a revelation.

Staring intently at Lu Hao, Seth said, “But if you think you can win my green jade Rolex just like that, it won’t be so easy. Don’t forget the terms of our wager.”

Lu Hao nodded. “Of course. I know. You said the wound must heal within half an hour.”

“That’s right. Half an hour. I don’t see how you can possibly do it,” Seth replied, spreading his hands. “But I must say, I’m now extremely interested in your acupuncture techniques.” His gaze burned with curiosity as he looked at Lu Hao.

Lu Hao’s miraculous skills had rekindled Seth’s fascination for the mysterious ancient medicine of China.

“Oh my! Look, Ms. Shang’s wound is growing new skin!” Lisa cried out, pointing at the spot on Shang Yunjie’s leg that had been raw and red only moments ago.

It was the very spot that had been missing a chunk, the place Lu Hao had patched with pigskin. Now, under the effects of his medicinal concoction, a fresh layer of white skin was forming.

Dr. Seth was thunderstruck, his mouth agape as if it could swallow an egg.

“This… how is this possible? This can’t be real! At most, pigskin keeps the wound from exposure and infection. How could new skin possibly grow?”

“How can this be happening?” Seth’s voice trembled as he stared at Shang Yunjie’s leg in disbelief.

Wherever Lu Hao’s medicine touched, each spot where a stitch had been removed began to show the same miraculous effect.

“This is impossible—absolutely impossible!” Seth could hardly believe his eyes.

Lu Hao then stepped forward, casually took a piece of alcohol-soaked cotton, and wiped it over Shang Yunjie’s wound. After just a few gentle strokes, the once-terrible gashes and cracks faded into soft pink marks, as if there had never been any injury at all.

At this rate, never mind half an hour—within five minutes, Shang Yunjie’s leg would be completely healed.

The principle was actually quite simple: over the past few days, under the action of both the herbal medicine and the pigskin, Shang Yunjie’s skin had already healed. All Lu Hao had done was remove the “fake wounds.”