Chapter 448

Jessica's eyes had turned hostile.

"That's odd. We've tested our antidote multiple times. There's no way it

would fail." Peter began feeling slightly nervous as well.

"What now?" Jessica demanded with a frown.

"This place is too poorly equipped. There's nothing better I can do. Pete

r answered seriously.

"So you turned out to be useless after all?" Jessica's face darkened furt

her. The person she thought was her husband's savior turned out to be a q

uack doctor!

"Why don't you think of another solution, Dr. Peter?" Quentin insisted.

"It's futile. The technology your

country uses is too dated. I can only cure him back in my country." Peter

shook his head, feeling proud of his country.

"Just admit that you can't do it and stop blaming our facilities or techn

ology." Dustin retorted cooly.

"As if you'd be able to treat something I can't!" Peter humphed haughtily

.

"This is

the difference between traditional medicine and modern medicine. You need

all sorts of equipment, but we only need our

hands and some silver needles," Dustin replied calmly.

"Nonsense! Do you think you're God or something?" Peter looked at him dub

iously. As one of the best doctors in the world, he despised frauds like

Dustin.

"I have no idea if God can do it, but I'm sure I can." Dustin answered.

"Fine! Go ahead! Let's see how quack doctors like you treat patients. Pet

er flushed with anger.

"Exactly! What's the point of saying all that? You need to treat Uncle He

ctor first!" Quentin echoed along.

"Alright. I'll show you!"

Dustin unbuttoned Hector's shirt and drew out his silver needles. After s

tudying Hector's body carefully, he pricked several of the man's vital pr

essure points, most of which were gathered around his midsection. When al

l the needles were in place, he flicked one finger, and the dozens of nee

dles began vibrating at a high frequency.

Soon, dark blood tricked out of where the needles were placed and slowly

gave way to a steady stream of vibrant red. Then, Dustin took out a pill

and stuck it into Hector's mouth.

When the man's stomach began grumbling, Dustin slapped his palm on his mi

dsection. Instantly, Hector sprung up and spat out a mouthful of darkened

blood, which fell to the floor with a sizzle.

Everyone in the room was shocked

when they saw a cluster of wiggling, red maggots swimming in the pool of

blood.

It was a frightening sight.

"What's going on?"

The crowd exchanged puzzled glances. No one could have expected Hector to

have so many maggots in his

stomach.

"This is the mystic poison I was talking about. Do you believe me now?" D

ustin slowly let out his breath and

turned to Jessica.

Jessica frowned but said nothing.

"H–how did you do that?" Peter gaped at Dustin in awe.

After throwing up the mouthful of dark blood, Hector's complexion had ret

urned to normal, and his breathing

finally evened out, seeming to be fine now.

"This is traditional medicine. You'll never understand it." Dustin stated

indifferently.

Peter blushed in embarrassment, not expecting the ordinary doctor he mock

ed to be so skilled.

Was this the power of traditional medicine?