Chapter 907

The third fact that flabbergasted Matthew was the surgical tools that existed during the Renaissance—like willow-shaped knives, flat blade knives, surgical scissors, and suture scissors. But what really struck Matthew's soul was the invention of the needles made of bone. Around 4,000 to 5,000 years ago, the tiniest bone needle was unearthed. It was one inch long and 0.1 inches in diameter. It was made from animal rib and could be used for stitching or sewing up wounds. Next, there was the widespread use of stone therapy. It was a simple medical tool made from stone dating back to the Neolithic era. It was applied to treat pain, drain pus, and perform bloodletting. When Matthew read the info about these two items, it was mind-blowing like seeing a unicorn. Who would've thought that traditional medicine utilized surgery even thousands of years ago? It wasn't just surreal. It was downright unbelievable. A long time ago, traditional medicine included surgery, but such a practice was gone now. Some people even labeled traditional medicine as superstitious and backward. A sense of injustice, bitterness, and anger stirred inside Matthew. From that point, Matthew realized that traditional medicine was more than just checking pulses, herbal remedies, and acupuncture. It also involved surgery and applied it years before modern medicine was developed. Unfortunately, society seemed to have forgotten about this fact. The Harmona Sect aimed to integrate traditional medicine and modern medicine, incorporating any methods as long as it would help the patients. Matthew believed this was the path to make traditional medicine better. That was why he was into the Harmona Sect. He pulled out his phone and looked up the profile of the Harmona Sect's successor—Pierre Davenport. As a 36-year-old man, he lived in Kirkshire of the eastern suburbs of Lambda. He was five foot three inches tall and weighed around 200 pounds. The medical book passed down to him was Five Integrations of Traditional and Modern Medicine, and the legacy item was Crimson Gold Token. Matthew was intrigued by Five Integrations of Traditional and Modern Medicine and wondered what kind of medical knowledge it contained, so he drove to Kirkshire to satisfy his curiosity. … At the entrance of Kirkshire, people were hustling in and out, and electric scooters were constantly zooming by. At first glance, the entrance of the town looked like the opening of a dam. People and electric scooters kept pouring out from it. Matthew noticed his car couldn't get through, so he parked it at the entrance and started walking inside. As he walked, he checked out the place. The buildings in the town were all packed together with no gaps in between. The townsfolks had all kinds of houses inside—some were six stories, some had ten floors, and others were high-rises up to 30 floors. Matthew had never come across a town with such a variety of residences before. Most towns usually had small buildings with about six floors because anything taller wouldn't get compensated during the demolition. Going any higher was just pointless. Matthew didn't expect to see buildings going above 20 floors in this town. He blended into the crowd and walked onward. When he saw a tall building with the number 178 on it, he stopped in his tracks. The building had 24 floors. At the entrance, Matthew saw four signs hung by the stairs—No. 178, No. 79, No. 180, and No. 181. He thought for a moment and realized that four families lived here. It seemed this place was likely built by four families together. As Matthew walked into the building, he was dumbfounded. Where was he supposed to find Pierre? After hesitating for a long while, he finally pressed the doorbell for No. 1. The door opened quickly. A woman in revealing pajamas stood at the doorway. Her shoulders and her impressive curves were in full view. Upon seeing Matthew, the woman was surprised. "Who are you looking for?" Matthew flashed a smile at the woman. "I'm looking for Pierre." Pierre? The woman repeated the name, thinking for a long time before shaking her head in confusion. "I haven't heard of him. I don't know anyone named Pierre." Matthew apologized and rang the doorbell of the next house. However, they had no idea who was Pierre either. Then, he came to No. 3 and pressed another doorbell yet again.