"Can acupuncture really seal blood vessels?"
No one around believed Zhang Xiaowei's claim.
Especially the dean, who always thought the whole thing was incredibly far-fetched.
At his age, he had grown up reading martial arts novels.
To him, the idea that acupuncture could seal blood vessels seemed like something entirely fabricated in martial arts fiction, impossible in the real world.
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaowei smiled proudly and said, "Not only can it seal the blood vessels, but it can also control the flow of blood. The reason I let his wound bleed continuously just now was to let the toxins in the blood come out."
Faced with Zhang Xiaowei's fantastical reply, the dean's cheeks twitched, and he laughed awkwardly.
"Ahem!"
Just then, the man on the hospital bed suddenly began to cough.
The patient's family gathered around the bed, immediately looking delighted.
"Water, I want some water."
"Husband, I'll get you some water right now."
