Chapter 147

Afterward, Theophilus held the old Alexander's wrist, and a few streams of internal energy flowed into the older man's body, stimulating his meridians and vital energy.

Old Alexander's pale face quickly flushed with color.

Theophilus swiftly withdrew the twelve needles, put the silver box back in his pocket, and looked at his grandfather with a complex expression.

Since childhood, he had devoted himself to learning the art of acupuncture. The twelve Black River needles were his specialty, if the patient had a breath left, he could prolong their life. This was the traditional acupuncture method of the Black River Taoist school, which modern medical treatment techniques could not explain.

Old Alexander's third son had been murdered, and at his advanced age, his vital energy was weak, and anger led to heart pain and high blood pressure. Grief and sorrow had accumulated in his heart, leading to his prolonged coma.

Now that this sorrow ha