bionic blood

I was with a practitioner of Chinese medicine. The doctor, a man, asked for my finger and he pricked it with a pin, squeezed it and drew blood. Red blood dripped into a petrie dish. Upon pooling, the blood grew luminous green crystals, tiny jewels glittering like precious green diamonds. The doctor was surprised and told me it was as though I was bionic; I had bionic blood. I felt pleased, as though I had supreme health. I understood bionic to mean super-human. My blood was bursting with health.