Chapter 22

Chapter 22 The Wealthiest Mr. Yarwood Has Arrived

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 medical skills were disappointed after witnessing this scene.

“Acupuncture treatment? For such a serious illness, she’s going to use acupuncture treatment?”

“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 names 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 medicine. Watching Wynter’s graceful and rhythmic movements, 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 treatment… 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

Chapter 22 The Wealthiest Mr. Yarwood Has Arrived

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 emergency room, the monitoring nurse exclaimed 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 excitement!

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 achievement, 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 some reassurance.

At the same time, 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…