The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 875

Siren continued counting down, "Six, five, four, three, two, one..."

She counted to one, but nothing happened to her hand.

Just as she was about to say something, her hand started twitching on its own. She fought to control it, but it felt like her hand wasn't even hers. She couldn't make it stop at all.

"How is this happening? What's going on? Is my hand stuck like this?"

Matthew pulled out the silver needles again and quickly pricked a few needles into Siren's hand. The twitching hand suddenly went still.

Siren watched the scene unfold, her eyes filled with surprise.

How was this possible? The silver needles only poked her hand a few times, and now, everything was fine again. That was unbelievable.

moment, the pain and danger were out of her mind. Her head was just spinning with questions. The silver needles were

and casually said, "You can't possibly fathom how amazing traditional medicine is, which is why your people go to great lengths to steal our medical books. I've used the Shadowtorn

a hundred days left to live. Come to me again before the hundred days are up and I'll break the affliction. But

for a loop, her mind racing with

it, given how incredible the earlier display was. But even though

toughest part to swallow was that she only had a

within a hundred days, and then I'll spare you. If not, by

time using the Shadowtorn Technique, so he wasn't sure if it

Technique. It damaged the acupoints and clogged them up. Over time, it caused organ

health problems to show up or what kind of

knew

Siren wouldn't gamble her life over something she couldn't understand. So, he was certain she'd come to find

her face and watched Matthew leave with a blank