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A nurse spoke up in panic, “Exactly! Madam Johnson means a lot to Wyatt. If anything happens to her, he’ll make you pay with your life!”
Yunice didn’t even turn her head. Her voice was calm and steady. “I know.”
As she spoke, she placed another needle at the Shenting point on Madam Johnson’s scalp. The director of neurology watched with growing anxiety, fists clenched in fury. “You’re playing with her life! If she dies from your random poking, we won’t be able to save her even if we try!”
“Enough of this nonsense. Someone get her away from the patient and prep for a craniotomy immediately!”
He’d had enough. With one sharp command, his assistants stepped forward to take action.
Yunice shot them a cold glare and snapped, “If anything goes wrong, I’ll take full responsibility. Can you say the same?”
That single sentence made everyone freeze in hesitation.
Madam Johnson was already elderly. The risks of surgery were exponentially higher–especially brain surgery. One slip and she could end up in a coma, or worse, die on the table.
That was precisely why Wyatt hadn’t wanted to take the risk–why he had switched medical teams at the last minute.
They had expected someone more professional, more authoritative… not some arrogant little girl!
The director flung his hands in the air, furious. Fine, let’s see how this reckless kid plans to pay with her life.
But the moment he turned around, he froze
Wyatt was standing at the doorway, cane in hand. Who knew how long he had been there?
Realizing that Wyatt must have heard Yunice’s bold words yet hadn’t stepped in to stop her filled the director with frustration. If she failed, wouldn’t it be their mess to clean up?
Wyatt must be out of his mind, getting played by a woman like this.
A crowd had gathered at the door, including Wyan himself, all silently watching Yunice work.
Yunice was still applying acupuncture. She’d gone from standing to sitting at Madam Johnson’s bedside. Her demeanor was calm, almost serene–less like someone trying to save a life and more like someone performing a wellness treatment.
The silver needles remained in place. Each time Yunice twisted or nudged one, Madam Johnson would twitch, her fingers sometimes curling into claw–like shapes. Every movement made the onlookers tense, terrified that the next twitch might be her last breath.
But Yunice didn’t seem fazed. She even began massaging the elderly woman’s head and shoulders.
The director couldn’t take it anymore. Even with Wyatt watching, he exploded. “Her problem is in the cerebral blood vessels! It’s a blood clot, a cerebral infarction! What the hell are you doing!”
“Wyatt, if you let this continue, you’ll be killing her! Is that what you want!”
Wyatt’s brow furrowed, fingers unconsciously tightening around his cane. Of course he didn’t want Madam Johnson to die —but somehow, he couldn’t shake the feeling…
That Yunice could do it.
This wasn’t just Yunice’s gamble–it was his too.
When Wyatt didn’t respond, the director let out a heavy sigh and slumped to the floor in frustration. He was already planning which morgue Madam Johnson would be taken to
Meanwhile, Yunice continued. After the massage, she pressed down on one side of the old woman’s clavicle with one
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hand, and with the other, picked up a syringe filled with thrombolytic medication. She inserted it into a vein and began to draw back.
As the negative pressure pulled, a thin red line of viscous material appeared inside the transparent syringe.
It stretched slowly, like a living thread, but didn’t disperse like blood,
The director’s eyes widened. He scrambled to his feet. “There’s a clot in the jugular vein!”
That kind of clot only usually forms from an IV line. But they hadn’t even gotten to inserting a needle yet–how could
there be a clot?
And it hadn’t shown up in the pre–op scans either!
His face went pale. This was a serious oversight. If he had gone ahead with surgery, this hidden clot could’ve made everything worse.
Cold sweat rolled down his back. For the first time, he was genuinely glad he hadn’t taken over.
Yunice glanced at him, as if she could see right through his thoughts. She stood up and said, “That was a blood clot from the brain
Wyatt’s eyes softened. He finally stepped into the room, stopping beside her. “How is she?”
“The blockage is cleared.” Yunice replied. “Let her rest for about an hour. She’ll wake up.”
Wyatt looked toward the director, who scrambled to the monitors, checking the vitals and scan data. What he saw left him stunned–Madam Johnson’s vital signs were stabilizing.
Seeing the disbelief on the director’s face, Wyatt finally let out a deep breath. The way he looked at Yunice had completely changed.
He wasn’t the only one. Even the director, who had been moments from throwing her out, was now grabbing her sleeve in awe, eyes wide with admiration. “You mean to tell me you just used a few needles and a bit of massage to push the clot from the brain down to the jugular? How did you even–1”
Yunice replied, “All the vessels are connected. I just used pressure points to guide the clot’s movement. Simplifying the complex. It’s not some divine miracle–just forgotten medicine, Too few people remember it now.”
