Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 166 - 145: Miracles Happen, Nothing is Taboo (Please Subscribe, Request for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 166: Chapter 145: Miracles Happen, Nothing is Taboo (Please Subscribe, Request for Monthly Pass)

"That’s the theory, but..."

Zhang Handong had a good temper, and even if Zhou Ping’an’s words carried a slight criticism of his medical skills, he didn’t show the slightest dissatisfaction.

Years of understanding couldn’t be overthrown by a few words from Zhou Ping’an.

He wanted to say more.

But he was gently grabbed by Zhou Ping’an and lifted by the shoulder, then placed aside.

Zhou Ping’an leaned close to the small crocodile on his collar and looked towards the live stream, only to find the viewer count chillingly low.

It was, after all, an alternate account.

Although it had a particularly eye-catching name, it failed to attract many viewers.

Over a hundred idlers had popped in, most with the intent to watch a spectacle.

"This host must be crazy for fame, saying that terminal illnesses aren’t scary and that he will bring the dead back to life. Do you know what you’re talking about?"

"I’m really impressed by the host’s courage, daring to come to the hospital for real?"

"Could he be out of his mind, not afraid of being reported to the police?"

"No wait, the host seems to be wearing a police security uniform, is he actually the chief?"

Someone had noticed something.

"It’s that fierce host from ’Crime Scenes Under the Sun, Dongjiang Case Records,’ it’s Chief Zhou..."

"Haven’t you watched ’Darkness Under the Sun, Dongjiang Case Records’? It was just banned, and I’m still upset about it, I’ve been cursing those with authority for a while."

"Yeah, cursing together, this host has got something."

"Is this acting?"

"What acting? Ignorant, I may not know the host, but I know Doctor Zhang, and he definitely wouldn’t take part in acting."

"And that poor little sister, they say she’s been in a vegetative state for three years."

The number of viewers in the live stream began to slowly increase.

There were all kinds of comments.

Zhou Ping’an no longer paid attention; he turned his head and observed the little girl’s complexion seriously. He reached out his hand to touch her skinny, bony hand, checking the flow of Qi-Blood and the direction of life and death energies.

This ability was something Zhou Ping’an had uncovered after the "Life and Death Unpredictable Needle" reached the Sixth Level.

To him, life forces were no longer invisible, and the same was true for deathly energies.

He could feel it right then.

The vitality in the little girl Wu Lele’s body was as frail as a candle in the wind, especially in her brain where a gloomy energy, perceptible but invisible, stubbornly entrenched and slowly growing stronger.

’If delayed by another half a day, the brain might be completely damaged, and even I won’t be able to save her.

Even if the body is saved, with a dead brain and lost memories, the one who wakes up will be a blank slate.’

The original Wu Lele would be as good as dead.

Previously, Zhou Ping’an believed.

As long as the body hasn’t perished, it means there’s life.

But now, as his soul grew purer and stronger by the day, he could almost begin to sense the location of his true self, and he understood clearly.

Spirit and soul, or rather memory and thought, are actually the essence of a person.

To talk about the body without the mind and soul is hooliganism.

Of course, it’s not to say that the soul is most important and the body isn’t.

Some ancient texts have already made this clear.

The body is the World-Traversing Precious Valve.

Without a strong body to support, the soul would be like water without source, a tree without roots, doomed to eventually perish.

So, according to idealism, the girl before him was one whose soul was weakened to the extremes.

Of course, the Western medical approach would never agree with this, talking about life force and soul, they would ask you to present these things for them to see, to prove it.

But that was impossible to prove.

At least, Zhou Ping’an wasn’t able to do so now.

But he truly knew how to treat it.

’It’s very simple, Traditional Chinese Medicine adheres to the principle of "where there is pain there is no flow, where there is flow there is no pain." Understanding the human condition from a macro perspective, whether it is flesh, muscles and bones, or nerves, it doesn’t matter where the problem lies.

What’s important is that the human body naturally has mechanisms for healing. Just Consolidate the Foundation and Cultivate Origin, strengthening the roots, and you can recover naturally, restored to your original state...’

This theory might sound mystical and unreliable when spoken.

But for thousands of years, the people of Zhuxia have been treated this way, and countless have been cured. Things that have happened in history can’t all be lies; if it exists, there is a reason for it.

It’s fine if you don’t understand it, just look at it objectively.

Some may not cure their illness with this theory, but that doesn’t prove it is false.

Perhaps it is because the technique isn’t refined enough, or the practitioner’s strength hasn’t reached the level required, making it unachievable.

"Stop, stop, officer, you are causing trouble in our hospital and endangering the safety of the patients; you should know that you are responsible," a group of doctors wearing white lab coats quickly rushed over, crowding at the door of the ward.

The middle-aged and slightly overweight man at the front pointed at Zhou Ping’an and shouted angrily.

He was a director.

"Old Wu, get him out of here, don’t disrupt the treatment," said the director, who clearly lacked the professional demeanor of a doctor, likely in an administrative position, so Zhou Ping’an didn’t indulge him.

He had spoken politely with Doctor Zhang Handong out of respect for his character.

As for other people from the hospital, there was no need to show any concern.

Wu Shi immediately blocked the director and pushed all the people out. Concerned about his daughter’s life, his eyes were red, and he was so agitated that he nearly drew his gun.

Ouyang Qin was at the side, shouting explanations.

"Don’t worry, Chief Zhou never does anything he’s not confident about. Besides, even if something does go wrong, we are responsible. Please don’t interfere with the treatment."

Amidst the noisy arguments, a large crowd gathered around the door of the ward.