Once all the stones had been crushed, Luo He's technique shifted. His hands moved along her abdomen in a different pattern now.
Not locating, but guiding. His spiritual energy moved the powdered fragments deeper down her body, through the inflamed bile duct.
Through the junction where it met her small intestine. Each movement of his hands corresponded to the invisible movement of stone powder through her internal passages.
He was performing surgery with his hands as the instrument and his spiritual energy as the tool. Slowly and methodically.
With the precision of someone performing surgery on the edge of a knife.
The particles dispersed throughout her intestinal tract, distributed so no concentration would cause secondary blockages.
The powder would pass naturally over the next several days, exiting her body as waste.
When it was complete, Luo He withdrew his hands and his spiritual energy. Wei Shui's body lay still, her fever already beginning to ease as the obstruction that had caused the inflammation was removed.
When the dispersal was complete, Luo He did not yet redress her. Instead, he called out. "I need two basins. One with clean water for drinking, one empty. Bring them now." He said.
A servant appeared moments later with the requested items. Luo He accepted them without explanation and closed the door once more.
He approached Wei Shui again. "What I am about to do will help your body expel the remaining corruption and reduce your fever," he said quietly.
"You must trust the process." He said.
Her fever-hazed mind registered only that the procedure continued. She made no protest.
Luo He prepared his instruments with the same meticulous care he had used during the stone removal. He located the proper vein in her arm.
His medical knowledge extending far beyond surgery into the full spectrum of traditional and advanced healing techniques.
The first bloodletting was performed with precise control. He opened the vein just enough to allow the bile-darkened blood to flow into a basin.
The dark coloration confirmed his diagnosis further. The bile buildup had saturated her bloodstream, poisoning it alongside her tissues.
As the blood flowed, he monitored her closely. When sufficient volume had been released, enough to reduce the toxic load but not enough to weaken her further.
He closed the wound with a touch of spiritual energy that sealed it cleanly. Then secured it with medicine to prevent infections.
"Drink !" he instructed, offering her water.
Wei Shui drank weakly, her throat parched from fever. The cool water seemed to revive her slightly.
Luo He waited, allowing her body time to process. Then, when her body signaled readiness, he performed the second bloodletting on her other arm.
The same precise technique. The same careful monitoring. The same dark blood flowing into the basin, carrying with it the accumulated poisons her body had been unable to expel on its own.
Again he closed the wound with spiritual energy, sealing it perfectly with medicine afterwards.
"More water." he said, helping her drink from a cup. "As much as you can manage. Your body needs to flush the remaining corruption from your system."
Wei Shui drank, though it was difficult for her weakened state. Her fever-fogged mind didn't understand why, only that the young physician was continuing his work with the same focused intensity.
As her body absorbed the water, Luo He waited with the patience of someone who understood medicine at its deepest level.
He understood that healing was not instantaneous. It was a process of the body recalibrating itself, of systems working together to restore balance.
When her body's signals indicated readiness, he offered her more water. And more. With each cup, her body naturally responded.
Then he pushed her legs apart deligantly.
"Now I want you to do one more thing for me, Sister Shia. This will be the last one I will be asking. I know it was hard for you before." He said softly.
He gently touched her forehead and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "Do you trust me?" he asked softly. She still couldn't resist, so he went on with it.
"Now slowly pee in this cup." He said, keeping a bowl between her legs after distancing them apart while she lay weakly in bed. He helped her pee into the bowl.
The urine that followed was dark, tinged with bile. Proof that his methods were working. The toxins were being expelled.
Her system was purifying itself.
He ensured she had access to the empty basin, maintaining her dignity while allowing her body to complete its natural process of elimination.
Throughout the process, his movements remained calm and deliberate, offering assistance along the way where it was needed and never more than necessary.
Each time, the color of her urine grew slightly lighter. Each time, her fever diminished fractionally.
The improvement was gradual, almost imperceptible from one moment to the next, but Luo He noticed it all the same.
The yellowish nature that had clouded her complexion was beginning to recede. The oppressive heat radiating from her body was slowly weakening.
His treatment was working. The toxins were leaving her body, and with every passing hour, Sister Shia moved one step closer to recovery.
This too was medicine. Not the dramatic procedure of stone removal, but the patient, methodical work of allowing the body to heal itself when given the proper conditions and guidance.
After several cycles of drinking and elimination, her body began to stabilize. The dark urine had lightened to a more natural amber.
Her fever had dropped measurably. Her breathing was easier. The yellowing of her skin, while still present, seemed less pronounced.
Only after the bloodletting, the water intake, and the purification process were complete did Luo He carefully redress her.
Arranging her body with the same clinical precision he had used in the procedure. He took a moment to assess her vital signs. Her breathing was already deeper, more natural.
Her pulse was stronger. The acute crisis had passed. Only then did he reach out and deactivate the seashell. The golden glow faded.
The enchanted silence lifted. Sound returned to the world.
When Luo He unlocked the door and emerged from the chamber, Wei Chen was waiting with barely concealed anxiety.
"It is done." Luo He said simply, his expression perfectly composed. "The obstruction causing the disease has been removed completely." He said
Confidently.
Then he continued with clinical precision.
"I have also performed bloodletting to reduce the toxic load in her bloodstream and help her body expel the remaining toxicity."
"She must drink water frequently. As much as she can manage. Her body will naturally eliminate the toxins overtime. This process will continue for the next few days."
"The more she drinks and eliminates, the faster her recovery will be. If she refuses, be the bigger man and force it down her as I hav." He said proudly.
While folding his arms across his chest. "She may curse you for it, but at least she's healthy enough to do so." He said chucking.
Wei Chen absorbed this information, nodding slowly. "How often should she drink?" He asked.
"Whenever her body signals thirst, and encourage her to drink even beyond that," Luo He replied.
"The urination may be dark at first, this is expected. The toxins is leaving her system. By the fourth or fifth day, as the color lightens, you will know her recovery is progressing."
"In four or five days, she will recover fully. Allowe your physicians to give her normal fever reducing treatments in the meantime."
Wei Chen took the advice to heart with trembling hands, relief and gratitude flooding his features. He saw only a skilled physician.
A man of remarkable medical ability who had not simply saved his wife's life, but had done so with comprehensive understanding of how the body heals.
Inside the chamber, Wei Shui lay in her bed, her fever already noticeably subsiding, her body already beginning its natural recovery.
The exhaustion from the procedures weighed on her, but underneath it was something else. The knowledge that she would live.
She would never fully understand the medical techniques that had been applied to her body.
She would never comprehend the precision required to perform stone removal, bloodletting, and systemic purification all in perfect sequence.
But she would live. And that was what mattered. For Luo He, the satisfaction came from having performed medicine comprehensively.
Not just removing the obstruction, or managing the fever. Not just solving the immediate crisis, but supporting the body's natural healing processes.
Not just one technique, but the full spectrum of medical knowledge applied with perfect precision.
This was the artistry of medicine at its highest level. Multiple disciplines working in concert. Each procedure building on the last.
Each technique supporting the body's own desire to heal itself. The procedure was complete. The work was done.