Hilda sneered, “Don’t be so surprised. She’s from the countryside, so she’s naturally familiar with the
symptoms after being bitten by these bugs. She’s just fooling you all. Let her try using a surgical knife!”
Wynter didn’t use a surgical knife but took out silver needles from the first aid kit.
Those hopeful about Wynter’s dical skills were disappointed after witnessing this scene.
“Acupuncture treatnt? For such a serious illness, she’s going to use acupuncture treatnt?”
“She’s just playing around too much!”
“It’s also possible she doesn’t know how to use a surgical knife. Dr. Lopez believes a young girl? We’re
in trouble now.”
Hilda boasted, “I told you so. She’s just pretending. She probably has no real skills, and that license
might be fake.”
“Dr. Gibson is right. How could there be such a young attending physician?”
“I hope she’s not a fraud.”
As people discussed, Wynter raised her hand and swiftly inserted the first needle!
The needle landed precisely on the head, penetrating an inch into the scalp.
With each insertion, Wynter recited the nas of the acupoints. “GV 20, GV 23, GB 16, GB 18. “Her
voice remained steady as she worked, her hands skillfully maneuvering the needles.
Palpating with the left and needling with the right, she executed her technique smoothly and precisely.
The people in the observation room were amazed.
In Southdale, where cultural knowledge was limited, there were very few doctors with expertise in
traditional dicine. Watching Wynter’s graceful and rhythmic movents, they were unsure how to
respond.
This was like a perfect example from an acupuncture textbook!
Even Hilda’s expression changed. She murmured, “S–She really knows acupuncture treatnt… How
is that possible…” And that needling technique, she had never seen before. Wynter lifted the needles
before inserting and withdrawing them with precision. ‘Her eyes
were calm as if this were just another day for her.
As the doctors watched in shock, they couldn’t resist the urge to jot down her needling technique! Even
Hilda, an expert in the field, might not match her skill!
Hilda glanced around at the onlookers and persisted, “All flashy. Clearly just random poking. How
effective can it be?”
In the ergency room, the monitoring nurse exclaid excitedly, “The fever’s gone! The patient’s
temperature has dropped! It’s now 99.8!”
“The patient’s pupils are normal–sized, and his consciousness is improving.”
“How’s his heartbeat?”
“Stable!”
The observation room erupted in excitent!
Ryan jumped with joy. “I knew that genius doctor could do it!” He glanced at Hilda and added, “She’s
way better than a certain expert!”
Hilda felt like she had lost all dignity, stinging with humiliation!
Despite Wynter’s miraculous achievent, she remained calm. She didn’t stop there but carefully
punctured the tick bite wound, squeezing out the toxins.
Fabian murmured, “Little princess… Is it my little princess?” With a sudden burst of unknown strength,
he clumsily grabbed Wynter’s wrist!
Hilda sneered. Even if they managed to save him, what good would it do?
For an old man from the backwoods, what help could he really provide? He might just end up being a
burden.
With these thoughts, Hilda found so reassurance.
At the sa ti, in the VIP–exclusive elevator, the hospital’s president, Victor Penton, and vice
president, Jeremy Clark, stood in awe of the man at the center, their bodies trembling slightly.
The man was dressed in a finely tailored suit, and his pale complexion made him appear both noble
and fragile.
However, no one regarded him as a typical patient because of the intimidating vibe coming from his
eyes–an undeniable presence that couldn’t be ignored…
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