Chapter 309: Do you even understand traditional medicine?

The treatment began. Walker Shirvinton took out a simple, old-fashioned medicine chest and headed for the bed ahead. A gauzy curtain hung around the bed, and behind it lay Maria. Maria's hair was silver, her face deathly pale. At ninety-four, she lay frail on the hospital bed, breath thin as a thread, as if she could slip away at any moment. Walker stopped by the bedside and slowly opened his chest. Inside lay nine silver needles of varying lengths. Nine in all. Those nine needles were why people...