Nine Lotus Academy…
Tony's Personal Doctor Room…
Several patients were waiting outside with eager anticipation.
Inside, Tony stood beside the bed, sleeves rolled neatly and observed the patient lady with a calm look.
Twelve golden needles rested between his fingers, each one shining under white LED focus lights. With a flick of his fingers, the needles sank precisely into the patient's skin.
"Don't move," he said, voice low but firm. "Your fourth spinal root is blocked. If your muscles tighten, I'll have to redo everything."
The middle-aged woman clenched her jaw and nodded. Her hands trembled slightly on the sheets.
Tony adjusted the angle of the seventh needle by the smallest margin. His focus sharpened. Then, slowly, he exhaled.
There it was.
The stagnant energy inside her body began to shift— hesitant at first, like traffic unclogging after hours of gridlock, then smoother, faster. A faint flush returned to her pale cheeks.
