Stanley, his authority challenged, grabbed Kayden with a snarl. “You insolent brat! If I can’t diagnose her, you think you can figure out Ms. Faulkner’s condition?”
Kayden met his gaze coolly. “Not only can I diagnose it, I can cure it.”
Stanley snorted. “If you can cure her, I’ll kneel and call you master! But if you fail and waste precious treatment time, I’ll have you thrown in jail!”
Without hesitation, Kayden nodded. “Deal.”
Stanley’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s see what you’re really made of!”
Sariah’s symptoms were far from ordinary convulsions. Her tremors were unusual, and to Stanley’s experienced eye, this was clearly a complex case.
He’d studied abroad, for heaven’s sake! No way this upstart could treat her.
After checking Sariah’s pulse, Kayden turned to her sobbing maid. “This is a recurring condition, isn’t it?”
The woman nodded, sniffling. “Yes, it’s happened before. She usually carries medicine, but this time it hadn’t arrived. She thought she’d be fine, so she came anyway. Who knew…”
“I see,” Kayden said, taking out a pack of silver needles from his pocket.
Stanley scoffed at the sight. “Just as I thought, some quack who’s read a few books on traditional medicine! Who still believes in this trick nowadays?”
As times changed, traditional medicine had indeed waned, but Kayden never cared for such comparisons. Healing was what mattered, and that was what he focused on.
Ignoring Stanley, he deftly gripped a needle between two fingers and began inserting nine of them into Sariah’s body. Oddly, they all missed the acupoints. The human body is composed of acupoints, and acupuncture is designed to target these points.
Yet all nine of Kayden’s needles had missed the acupoints completely. It seemed utterly pointless!
Stanley, who prided himself on knowing acupoint distribution, couldn’t believe his eyes. “You call that acupuncture? You’ve missed every single point! You’re just wasting time I could use to save her!”
Kayden’s reply was calm. “You don’t understand.”
Stanley’s face flushed with rage. Him, not understand? He was a professor at Hiphia Central Hospital, the only medical professor in the region, with a stellar reputation in Seclela’s medical community!
This guy had the audacity to say he didn’t understand!
It wasn’t just an insult to him, but to every doctor in Hiphia.
Stanley was so enraged he could almost spit blood. He jabbed his finger at Kayden, his face flushed with anger. “You impudent brat! I don’t understand? Fine then, let’s see what you’re really capable of!”
Kayden remained unfazed, waiting patiently for Sariah’s response.
Suddenly, Sariah’s convulsions ceased. She lay still, as if in deep sleep.
Under the influence of the silver needles, Sariah seemed to regain her calm, lying on the ground as if in deep sleep.
Witnessing this, someone pointed at Sariah and exclaimed, “Look! She’s stopped shaking.”
The needles remained in place for about two minutes before Kayden carefully removed them all.
Rising to his feet, Kayden addressed Wood’s maid, “She’ll wake up in a minute. From now on, she won’t need to take medicine daily.”
“Ah!” The woman blinked, eyeing Kayden with a mix of surprise and doubt.
Sariah’s medication was supposed to be essential. Could a few needle pricks really be so miraculous?
She remained skeptical, after all, this guy looked barely in his twenties.
Stanley, overhearing this, was even more disbelieving. He strode to Sariah’s side, lifted her eyelids, and felt for her pulse.
In the next moment, Stanley’s eyes widened, his face turning deathly pale. He looked up, seemingly lost, and cried out, “She’s… she’s stopped breathing!”
“What?!” The crowd erupted in shock.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at Sariah’s motionless form.
“Is this murder? Has he killed her?”
“This guy… this guy actually killed Sariah!”
Accusations flew at Kayden from all directions. Stanley stood up, his face ashen, and declared, “You… you’ve committed murder! Someone detain him and call the police!”
Kayden met Stanley’s gaze calmly, his expression unchanged. “I merely used the needles to block all her blood vessels. Her fainting is due to tangled meridians. Only by blocking them all can her energy and blood normalize. It’s a complex case in modern medicine, but fortunately, she met me.”
“Nonsense!” Stanley exploded, seeing Kayden’s words as nothing but excuses.
He jabbed a finger at Kayden, shouting, “Her heart has stopped, and you’re telling me she can still wake up? Are you trying to fool us all? A heartbeat means life! No heartbeat means death! The heart is like a car’s engine – if it’s broken, can the car still run?”
Indeed, everyone’s thoughts aligned with Stanley. It seemed Kayden hadn’t stabilized Sariah’s convulsions with his needles, but had killed her instead.
In the crowd’s eyes, Kayden had transformed into a murderer, and of such a beautiful woman at that. Many felt a pang of sorrow for Sariah.
“We could have saved her at the hospital! You insisted on treating her! You’re finished, boy!”
Stanley was beside himself, looking as if he wanted to strangle Kayden on the spot.
“Cough, cough, cough!” Just then, a fit of coughing broke the tension.
“Madam, Madam!” cried the maid who had been weeping inconsolably.
All eyes turned to Sariah. She was awake, truly awake.
“What! Has she come back to life?” Someone involuntarily stepped back.
Sariah blinked, looking around confused. She took two deep breaths.
Noticing the strange looks, she asked her maid, “Makenna, what just happened?”
Sariah’s eyes widened in astonishment when her maid told her what happened. “You said nine needles?”
Makenna nodded. “Yes, nine needles!”
“God!” Sariah gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
She stared at Kayden, asking, “Mr. Scott, did you just use the Revitalization Nine Needles technique? The one that’s been lost for nearly a thousand years?”