"Young lady, don’t act recklessly..." Arthur Bowen couldn’t help but speak up, "The patient’s condition is very critical right now. It’s already a miracle she survived, and if you ss up, I’m afraid we won’t even be able to save her life!"
Listening to these words, Cassia Everett’s lips curled into a sinister smile. Even Arthur Bowen said there was no hope, so there’s no way that bitch Serena could save Jocelyn Sterling!
All Cassia needed to do was stand by and watch the show. If that bitch Serena ended up killing Jocelyn, Ivan and the others would surely hate her and kick her out of the Everett Family!
Serena’s ivory fingers had already grasped the silver needles tightly, ignoring Arthur Bowen’s words entirely. Her gaze was resolute and formidable as she began to sterilize the needles.
Cassia feigned concern as she spoke to Ivan and Elliot Everett, "Uncle, brother, you must stop Serena! Even Mr. Arthur Bowen said that if she acts recklessly, Aunt’s life might not be saved..."
"Enough!"
Ivan and Elliot Everett cut her off, their expressions extrely serious as they spoke in unison.
"We trust Serena!"
Seeing their stance, Cassia’s face imdiately darkened, but she quickly snorted coldly in her heart.
Soon, she’d witness that bumpkin Serena being kicked out of the Everett Family; just thinking about it was thrilling!
Once the needles were sterilized, Serena wasted no ti and began to perform acupuncture on Jocelyn. Her speed was such that it was impossible to see clearly. Beads of sweat ford on her forehead, yet she continued seamlessly, unrelenting in her work on Jocelyn.
The technique she used...
Arthur Bowen’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could this young girl’s acupuncture technique be identical to The Phantom Hand’s?!
Was his previous intuition correct? Could she really be The Phantom Hand?!
With that thought, Arthur Bowen’s expression changed instantly. Although he had so interactions with The Phantom Hand, he had never seen her face. He had once accidentally seen a small red mole on her right wrist...
Arthur imdiately glanced at Serena’s right wrist, and sure enough, there was a small red mole.
Oh my God, she really is The Phantom Hand!!!
Reflecting on his previous foolish attempt to make her his disciple, Arthur wished he could slap himself.
Twenty minutes later, Serena finally stopped her treatnt. Performing two sets of acupuncture techniques in a row, both extrely exhausting physically and ntally, left her delicate features looking undeniably fatigued.
Yet she pushed on, retrieving a small porcelain bottle from her pocket, pouring out a black pill to feed to Jocelyn.
Once she administered this, Jocelyn would wake up.
Seeing this, Cassia suddenly felt a bad premonition. She rushed forward, knocking the pill from Serena’s hand.
"Sister, it was your dicine that made Aunt like this, and now you want to harm her more?"
Everyone was caught off guard by Cassia’s sudden action, and just as she was about to knock the pill from Serena’s hand, Arthur felt an imnse sense of agony.
Such a precious item wasted just like that...
Just as Cassia was about to touch the pill, Serena seized her wrist firmly, a sharp pain from a fractured bone instantly transmitted, causing Cassia to let out a distressed scream.
"Ah... it hurts... let go of ..."
Serena not only did not let go but tightened her grip, producing a "crack" sound as if to break her wrist.
"You should be thankful you didn’t knock away this pill, otherwise I’d take your life."
Serena’s voice was devoid of emotion, each word dropping by Cassia’s ear, causing her body to shudder violently. Yet, she quickly put on a pitiful face.
"Sister, I was just worried you’d feed Aunt the wrong thing. Look at that pill in your hand; it’s dirty and disgusting. It obviously isn’t anything good. How can you feed it to Aunt..."
"Fool!" Arthur Bowen couldn’t stand it any longer and pointed at her nose, scolding, "That’s a Thousand Spirit Pill!!!"
Everyone knew that the Thousand Spirit Pill was a miraculous dicine capable of curing all diseases, always fought over by the upper-class nobility. But its rarity ant few had ever seen it.
Arthur recognized imdiately that the pill Serena took out was a Thousand Spirit Pill, which was why he felt so distressed at the thought it might be ruined. This also solidified his belief that Serena was indeed The Phantom Hand!
"How could it be..."
Cassia murmured in disbelief. How could that country bumpkin Serena have sothing as precious as the Thousand Spirit Pill?!
Even Ivan and Elliot Everett were taken aback. Yet, Serena had no hesitation in feeding the Thousand Spirit Pill to Jocelyn.
Ivan and Elliot watched the unconscious Jocelyn nervously, hoping she would awake soon.
anwhile, Cassia bit her lip gloomily, silently praying in her heart.
Oh please, don’t let her wake up, or all my plans will be in vain...
"Cough cough cough..."
Jocelyn suddenly let out a series of coughs and gradually awoke from her coma, her eyes clear. Although still a bit weak, she was in a much better state than before!
"Honey, you’re finally awake!" Ivan exclaid, tears of joy streaming down as he stayed close by her side.
"Now that Mom’s awake, it’s ti to investigate what caused her to faint and cough up blood."
Serena’s cold, elegant voice resonated, her fox-like eyes glinting with coldness as she looked at Cassia.
"Sister, why are you looking at like that?" Cassia shrank back nervously, then spoke up, "Aunt passed out after taking your dicine. All the servants saw it; I’m not lying!"
"Yes, it’s true. It happened just as the Seventh Miss said. Madam fainted and coughed up blood right after taking the Sixth Miss’s dicine!"
The servants, though amazed by Serena’s dical skills, honestly recounted the events before Jocelyn’s fainting.
Cassia humd in satisfaction inside, her plan flawless, with the servants as witnesses. As long as she insisted there was a problem with Serena’s dicine, no one could prove otherwise!
It’s just hateful that Serena really managed to save Jocelyn!
Cassia’s hatred deepened, clenching her teeth as she thought of Ian.
It seems she’d have to find another way to get that bitch Serena out of the Everett Family!
"Serena, I believe in you. There’s no way your dicine was at fault," Jocelyn whispered, weakly reaching for Serena’s hand.
Serena felt a deep warmth in her heart. "Mom, do you rember eating anything else with the dicine?"
"Let think..." Jocelyn recalled carefully, "I did drink a glass of milk with the dicine..."
"Yes, yes! That’s right! Madam drinks a glass of milk every night to help her sleep!"
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