Chapter 50
Chapter 50:
After a moment, she spoke in a calm but cutting tone. “Whoever poisoned you is no amateur. This isn’t the sort of toxin that’s easy to come by. If untreated, you wouldn’t have lasted another year p>
Her words landed like a thunderclap. The room stilled as everyone exchanged uneasy glances.
They were well aware of how deadly the poison was—after all, they’d pulled out every stop trying to find a cure. A top-tier medical team had worked tirelessly in secret, yet they’d made no headway.
Finishing her examination, Yelena pulled out a sleek silver case, its surface glinting under the light. When she opened it, an array of pristine silver needles came into view, their sharp tips gleaming ominously.
Yelena selected one and began her work. Her hands moved with practiced precision, each motion fluid and confident.
Her technique was something to behold—swift, deliberate, and unlike anything anyone in the room had ever seen.
Jarrod watched, his initial doubt melting into awe. “Is this Yancy’s legendary treatment with silver needles?” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.
The whispers about her methods had always sounded too extraordinary to believe—rumors of a unique acupuncture style that was nothing short of miraculous. Now, seeing it unfold before his eyes, Jarrod realized the truth was even more astonishing.
What looked deceptively simple required an unparalleled depth of skill. A single misstep in selecting the acupuncture points could spell disaster, yet Yelena worked with the steady assurance of someone who’d mastered her craft.
Her focus was razor-sharp as she placed another needle. Without glancing up, she gave a clear instruction. “Fetch a basin. He’ll be vomiting blood shortly p>
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Jarrod snapped out of his reverie and hurried to comply. By now, any reservations he had about Yelena had vanished entirely. If she needed an assistant, he was more than ready to fill the role.
As Yelena inserted the final needle into Austin’s abdomen, he suddenly bolted upright, retching violently. A thick, dark blood spewed forth, so viscous it resembled oil, carrying with it a stench so vile it made the onlookers recoil. When he finally stopped, Austin’s shoulders relaxed, and the tension in his body seemed to melt away.
Yelena, calm and composed, instructed Jarrod to fetch a cup of warm water. “Let him rinse his mouth,” she said matter-of-factly. Jarrod moved quickly, bringing the water as Yelena retrieved a small, dark red pill from her case. She handed it to Austin with a steady hand. “Take this—it will help neutralize what remains of the poison p>
Without a moment’s hesitation, Austin swallowed the pill.
The transformation was almost immediate. For weeks, he had endured unbearable itching and painful boils erupting across his skin, symptoms that no remedy had eased. Now, the boils were gone as though they had never existed, his skin beginning to show signs of recovery.
It was nothing short of miraculous.
Yelena dabbed at her forehead with the back of her hand. Her voice, as even as ever, broke the astonished silence. “Most of the toxins are cleared, but you’ll need another session in two weeks p>
She held out a small medicine bottle. “Take one pill daily. After the next treatment, you’ll be fully cured p>