Chapter 4 Remedial of The Spectral Citadel

• Brayden's face flushed with fury as he glared at Felix. "You!"
• Emily stepped up beside Felix, gazed him in the eye, and asked, "So, is it true my grandpa's got another three years in him?"
• Felix nodded firmly. "Absolutely, that's right."
• "Hmph! Do you claim that you can treat Old Mr. McCoy?" Brayden's tone was skeptical.
• Confidence radiated from Felix as he replied, "Of course! I'm the one and only who can pull it off."
• The room buzzed with surprise at his confident assertion.
• Brayden chuckled incredulously and threw down a challenge. " Ha! It's easy to talk big. If you can save the old man, I'll kneel and greet you as master whenever I see you!"
• Felix waved his hand, teasingly dismissing Brayden's offer, "Nah, no need for that. I'm not into having quacks kneeling to me."
• "You..." Brayden was momentarily speechless, lost for words.
• Disregarding Brayden's brewing tantrum, Felix turned to Emily, whose tear-stained face tugged at his heartstrings. Gratitude filled his expression as he addressed her, "Miss McCoy, thanks for rescuing me last night. To return the favor, I'll help your grandpa get better."
• Emily eyed Felix suspiciously, unsure about his abilities. "Are you sure you can do it?" she asked, her voice tinged with doubt.
• After all, Felix hardly fit the doctor's image with his youthful age and delivery rider's uniform.
• Felix met her eyes with unwavering assurance. "No worries," he comforted her softly.
• After gazing into his sincere eyes, Emily found herself trusting Felix. Finally, she nodded in agreement. "Please save my grandpa. I beg you," she pleaded, placing her faith in Felix.
• Yet Brayden couldn't shake off his doubts. "Emily, are you sure about letting this delivery guy treat your grandpa? With only three days left, who knows if he'll even make it worse?"
• Emily's voice cut through the tension like ice. "Since you can't cure my grandpa, I'll give it a shot, as he thinks he can!"
• As Emily and Brayden conversed, Felix wasted no time. He strode to Old Mr. McCoy and deftly plucked thirteen acupuncture needles from the nearby table. He applied them to Old Mr. McCoy's acupuncture points with precision.
• Brayden was all set to tease Felix, but he was surprised by his impressive needle technique. "This... this is the Spectral Citadel Thirteen Needles of Healing," he murmured in disbelief.
• The Thirteen Needles of Healing of the Spectral Citadel was a renowned remedial technique that was recognized for being the ancient Spectral Citadel's signature technique.
• It was trusted to have the exceptional power to revive the dead and heal any ailment. According to rumors, mastering this technique could transform flesh into bone and cure even the most severe diseases.
• Felix was surprised that Brayden recognized the technique he had just demonstrated. He had learned the technique from the Spectral Citadel. However, Felix was unsure of their effectiveness since he had undergone an injury and memory loss after receiving the teachings. He never had the chance to test the technique himself.
• Now, Felix wanted to test the efficacy of the Spectral Citadel Thirteen Needles of Healing in remedying all illnesses.
• After applying the needles, Felix pressed his hand on an acupuncture point on Old Mr. McCoy's chest. This caused black blood to seep from thirteen acupuncture points, emanating a foul stink.
• "This... this is revitalizing the organs!" Brayden exclaimed in astonishment.
• From a line of traditional medicine practitioners, Brayden recognized that Felix was revitalizing Old Mr. McCoy's failing organs.
• In fact, Felix was helping Old Mr. McCoy reactivate his deteriorating internal functions.
• After a minute, when the bleeding stopped, Felix carefully removed the acupuncture needles.
• "Grandpa, you're awake!" Emily's voice broke the silence, capturing everyone's attention towards Old Mr. McCoy. He had opened his eyes, and his once-pale complexion had returned to normal.
• "How are you feeling, Grandpa?" Emily asked eagerly.
• "I'm fine," Old Mr. McCoy replied with a smile.
• "Brayden, did you save me?" Old Mr. McCoy turned to Brayden, mistaking him for the rescuer.
• Embarrassed, Brayden lowered his head and clarified, "Old Mr. McCoy, it wasn't me who saved you."