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Chapter 5: Saving a Life with a Single Needle!
The first needle was swiftly inserted.
Anthony’s face contorted, his brow furrowing as though he were struggling to regain consciousness. Even the fine lines on his forehead deepened in a tense display of discomfort.
A gasp rippled through the crowd. “He’s waking up!”
Luke stood frozen, his complexion turning ashen. “How… is this possible?”
Just one needle, and the man was conscious again?
Wynter calmly raised her hand, her movements precise. Without hesitation, she plunged the second needle into his EX-UE 11 point. It was a quick jab, followed by a controlled release of blood.
In an instant, Anthony’s eyes snapped open. His gaze was sharp and bright, framed by unnaturally long eyelashes, and fixed steadily on Wynter. His pale face seemed to be the only sign of the toll his body had endured.
The crowd stared in stunned silence.
Patricia was the first to break the stillness. “Little girl, you just casually pierced two needles, and now he’s awake? How is that even possible?”
Wynter pressed gently down on the puncture sites to ensure the bleeding was sufficient, then used a sterilized cotton ball to stop it. “It’s not just about randomly inserting needles. The EX-UE 11 points, along with the fingertips, help clear heat and awaken vitality. His condition was caused by excessive heat in his body, and acupuncture is an effective way to treat high fever.”
Luke sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Sounds convincing, doesn’t it? This boy hasn’t spoken a word until now. How do we know those needles didn’t cause some kind of side effect?”
Patricia was confused. “He’s awake now, though. Why are you still talking about side effects? Young man, aren’t you going to apologize for your earlier comments?”
“This doesn’t concern you,” Luke shot back, his eyes glinting with disdain. He let out a mock laugh. “Now I understand. This is a coordinated scam. One of you lures people in, the other fakes an accident. I should’ve known better. All you traditional medicine people are the same.”
Wynter’s gaze turned icy at his words. She raised her hand, preparing to respond, but to her surprise, it was Anthony who spoke.
His voice was faint but unmistakably sharp. “Traditional medicine has been a national treasure since ancient times. Sir, perhaps you should read more books in the future.”
Luke was rendered speechless. He had just accused the boy of being in a coma, but now the boy was awake and even criticizing him. It felt like a slap in the face.
Patricia burst into laughter, struggling to stay on her feet. “You’re from Sacred Heart Medical University, and yet you’re being told to study more? How’s that for irony?”
Luke’s arrogance flared. “There’s no point in arguing with you people from the lower class,” he sneered. “A bunch of poor people.”
In a flash, Wynter flicked a silver needle from her hand. It cut through the air, brushing past his cheek before embedding itself in the nearby tree with a resounding thud.
The sheer ferocity of her move left Luke momentarily paralyzed, his legs shaking.
But Wynter remained calm, a small, deliberate smile curving her lips. “Did you forget something?”
Despite her youth, there was an undeniable chill in her voice that made everyone around her uneasy.
Luke stammered, trying to regain his composure. “What… what did I forget?”
“An apology,” she replied, her tone light yet commanding. “And, you should call me ‘genius’.”
He scoffed, recovering quickly. “Who hasn’t made a diagnostic error? I don’t have time to argue with a half-baked traditional medicine practitioner like you.”
Patricia couldn’t hold back any longer. “Is this really it? Are you going to keep acting like this? You’re supposed to be Madam Gibson’s disciple, and you’ve been bested by a young girl. Yet you won’t even apologize? What about your medical ethics?”
Luke sneered. “What’s wrong with my medical ethics? Who can prove anything I said? Your entire life’s savings wouldn’t even cover Madam Gibson’s consultation fees. It’s a privilege that I’m offering a free consultation. You poor people should think carefully about where you are.”
Patricia’s anger was palpable. “Y-You!”
Luke let out a dismissive snort, his expression oozing disdain. He seemed certain that no one would dare lay a finger on him in a society governed by the law.
His confidence, however, was beginning to look increasingly fragile in the face of Wynter’s cold, unrelenting gaze.
