Inpatient ward.
The elevator ascended.
Luo Yang reached beneath his collar and pulled out a red cord.
Tied to one end was a greenish skull the size of a pigeon's egg, made of an unknown material. A mysterious seal composed of unfamiliar writing and patterns was carved into its forehead.
It was something his maternal grandfather had left him, called the "Witch Ruins."
His grandfather was a deeply mysterious man.
One night six years ago, his grandfather had given him the Witch Ruins and told him not to touch a woman before cultivating the ancestral witch spirit body. He had to remain a virgin. Once he succeeded, he would be able to activate the Witch Ruins and receive the ancestral witch inheritance.
After that night, his grandfather had disappeared.
And just moments ago, Luo Yang had unexpectedly broken through and attained the ancestral witch spirit body. During the brief time he had lain collapsed in Wang Shunli's office, the Witch Ruins had activated and formed a profoundly mysterious connection with him, granting him the ancestral witch inheritance.
The elevator doors opened.
Luo Yang strode toward Room 12.
Now it was time to settle things.
Wang Shunli wanted to make him take the blame. He was going to smash that schemer's little plans to pieces!
Two nurses whispered at the nurses' station.
"He must not know Director Wang is sleeping with Liang Hong. Should we give him a heads-up?"
"Why bother? Maybe he's known all along. Would he have gotten into Wise Heaven Hospital if he hadn't let Director Wang sleep with his girlfriend?"
"Exactly. Sometimes you have to put up with being cuckolded to get by."
"What a waste of that face. He's so handsome, but his girlfriend turned out to be a two-faced bitch."
The two young nurses spoke very quietly, but Luo Yang had already attained the ancestral witch spirit body. No matter how softly they spoke, he could hear every word.
But what could he do about it?
He had only his own blindness to blame for mistaking a manipulative bitch for a treasure.
"Dr. Luo," the two nurses greeted him.
Luo Yang couldn't be bothered to respond and strode past the nurses' station.
"What's he acting so high and mighty for? Hmph!"
"Serves him right for getting cheated on..."
The two young nurses started whispering again.
As he reached the door to Room 12, he heard a little girl's voice.
"Mommy, will I be able to walk again?"
"Of course. My little sweetheart is going to be a dancer someday," a woman's voice replied.
Luo Yang pushed the door open and walked in.
It was a VIP room, spacious and equipped with advanced, high-end facilities.
A little girl lay in the hospital bed. Her eyes were large, and she was as pretty as a porcelain doll.
She was Song Meiqi. Traumatic atrophy of the common peroneal nerve in her right leg had left her unable to walk, and she had been hospitalized for a week.
Standing beside the bed was a beautiful young mother with an air of natural elegance. She was Song Meiqi's mother, Ye Zi.
"Uncle Luo!" Song Meiqi brightened the moment she saw him enter.
Luo Yang smiled back. The little girl had grown particularly close to him during her hospital stay, and he was very fond of her too.
"Dr. Luo," Ye Zi greeted him.
"I came to check on Meiqi," Luo Yang said.
Ye Zi found his visit a little strange. He had already come for his routine examination earlier, so why was he back? Still, she didn't voice her doubts. Song Meiqi wasn't the only one who liked Luo Yang; she had quite a favorable impression of him too.
After all, this was a world that judged by appearances. Luo Yang's face had the striking contours of a sculpture. He stood a little over six feet tall and had a well-proportioned build. Women of any age would find a man like him appealing.
Luo Yang lifted the blanket to expose Song Meiqi's right leg, then removed the gauze.
There was a triangular wound on the right side of her knee, with the stitches still in place. Her calf muscles also showed fairly obvious signs of atrophy. It was an unsettling sight.
"Dr. Luo, what are you doing?" Ye Zi asked, puzzled.
"Ye Zi, I can heal Meiqi's leg," Luo Yang said. "Give me a little time, and I can give you and Meiqi a miracle."
Ye Zi was still confused. "Isn't her surgery scheduled for tomorrow?"
"What I mean is, I'm going to treat Meiqi now," Luo Yang said.
"Well..." Ye Zi didn't know whether she should agree.
Song Meiqi, however, was overjoyed. "Mommy, let Uncle Luo treat me! I want Uncle Luo to make me better."
Ye Zi hesitated, then nodded. "All right, but I'm going to watch."
Luo Yang cleared his mind of distracting thoughts, focused his concentration, and brought the index and middle fingers of his right hand together.
The ancestral witch inheritance had three parts. The first was the ancestral shaman life seal; only someone who possessed this seal could be an ancestral witch. The second was a Witchcraft Seal, the Ancestral Witch Spirit-Attachment Seal. The third was these two fingers of his-the Primordial Medical Finger!
With his fingers as the conduit and spiritual power as the medicine, illness would vanish at his touch!
Song Meiqi was a little nervous. "Uncle Luo, will it hurt?"
"It won't," Luo Yang said gently. "Close your eyes. It'll be over soon."
Song Meiqi obediently closed her eyes.
A thread of clear light emerged from the tips of Luo Yang's right index and middle fingers. At first, it was only as fine as a hair, but as he channeled his spiritual power, it rapidly lengthened and thickened.
Once the light had grown to about four inches long, Luo Yang inserted it into Song Meiqi's injured calf and slowly moved it along the damaged nerve.
Inside Song Meiqi's right calf, the damaged common peroneal nerve was being nourished and restored by spiritual power, healing at an unbelievable speed!
Ye Zi was both curious and nervous.
She couldn't make sense of what Luo Yang was doing. Could he really cure Song Meiqi with just those two fingers, without using any medicine at all?
For a brief moment, she even wondered whether something had upset him so badly that he had lost his mind and begun acting strangely. But Song Meiqi showed no signs of discomfort, so she didn't stop him.
She would just treat it as a way to cheer the child up.
Just then, footsteps and voices came from outside the door.
"Director, what happened to your face?" It was the voice of Liao Jian, the department head.
"I fell," Wang Shunli replied.
"You truly set an example for all of us, Director. An injury can't keep you away from the front lines. Even after a fall, you're still making your rounds," Liao Jian said fawningly.
The door was pushed open, and a group walked in.
Wang Shunli entered first, with Liao Jian and Liang Hong close behind. Several other medical staff followed them.
The moment Wang Shunli saw Luo Yang seated beside the bed, his temper flared. "Luo Yang, what are you doing?"
Liang Hong saw Luo Yang too, her eyes brimming with resentment!
Luo Yang was completely focused on treating Song Meiqi and didn't spare either Wang Shunli or Liang Hong a glance.
Wang Shunli grew even angrier. "Luo, you've already been fired! You have no right to be here. Get out!"
Ye Zi looked bewildered. "Director Wang, isn't Dr. Luo your student? Why are you..."
Liao Jian glanced at Wang Shunli's face, swollen like a steamed bun, and suddenly seemed to understand something. He pointed at Luo Yang and snarled, "Luo Yang, if you don't get out right now, don't blame me for getting rough!"
For all his bluster, he didn't take a single step forward.
Luo Yang withdrew his hand and said, "Meiqi, try lifting the front of your foot now."
Song Meiqi opened her eyes and tried lifting the front of her foot.
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