Chapter 592

Chapter 592

Everyone held their breath and looked at Sylvia with awe.

All her movements seemed to be like those of a medical master in a

martial arts movie.

Those outside the door stretched their heads to look inside the ward, all

wanting to see how Sylvia administered the needle to the old Mr.

Bennett.

"Gee, it's been so long, why isn't it over yet?"

“Yes! Does it work or not? Is there really no need for surgery?"

“I heard she was a surgeon! I thought she was going to operate on the

old Mr. Bennett!"

Raiden and a few others also stared at Sylvia in shock, all her actions

and behavior telling them that she was not an amateur.

On the contrary, she was very good at it.

She was simply a master.

The look of worship on Dr. Mitchell's face had already said it all.

He said to Sylvia cheekily and ingratiatingly, "Miss Andrews ... where

did you get this technique from? Which master did you learn from?"

Sylvia tilted her head and glanced at the old Mr. Bennett on the hospital

bed, and her voice carried a hint of cool diffidence, "Oh, I don't have a

teacher, I'm a little interested in this field, so I practiced it for a while."

Dr. Mitchell looked at Sylvia with wide eyes in shock, "You ... you

practiced it for some time? How long was it?"

"Just two months."

"Are you kidding me?"

Dr. Mitchell's face was turning green, and the ingratiating smile on his

face faded away.

Two months! Two months of practice? And she could apply the needle

so well!

So this skill that he had learned all his life and with which he lived on

was so easily mastered by her?

Sylvia must be bluffing, right?

Dr. Mitchell's voice trembled to the core, "Are you sure it was two

months? You didn't misremember or make a mistake?"

Sylvia didn't take his surprise seriously. While curing the old Mr.

Bennett, she continued, "Well, I was learning something else back

then. If I hadn't, I guess a month would have been enough.”

One month!

She was so arrogant!

Dr. Mitchell seriously suspected that he had heard things wrong.

How was it possible?

His head was so dizzy that he almost didn't faint on the ground.

Back then, he seriously remembered all the acupuncture points of the

human body, and practiced for a long time before he could finally used

his skills on patients, and from time to time he would make mistakes.

He spent so much time and effort in learning such skills.

Yet Sylvia just spent two months.

Even though he worked in the hospital every day and had received

countless patients, he could not reach Sylvia's level.

Sylvia didn't take Dr. Mitchell's words to heart as she continued to apply

the needle there.

And everyone in the room broke down and stared at her in shock.

Alondra was so angry that her face distorted. She thought Sylvia was

just deliberately bragging.

"Miss Andrews, stop bragging yourself. Medical knowledge is very

difficult to learn. Students at Medical University study for years and do

internships for a long time before they can officially join the workforce.

Don't you think what you were saying sounds ridiculous?"

"Yeah?" Sylvia glanced at Alondra, who was too shallow.

Yet she didn't bother to engage in a verbal battle with Alondra.

She only focused on the old Mr. Bennett.

Alondra felt that Sylvia deliberately acted like that to embarrass her, an

expert here.

She couldn't wait to nail Sylvia's lies and couldn't resist saying, "Miss

Andrews, are you sure you can really disperse the stagnant blood?

Don't be too confident. ou shouldn't be too confident about your abilities

because people won't trust a doctor who only studied for two months!"

Sylvia's almond eyes fell on her in a cold manner, and she had no

intention of arguing with her.

She said casually, "It doesn't matter if you trust me; I trust myself, that's

enough.”

This statement made perfect sense since she wasn't administering the

needle for Alondra's benefit anyway. What does it matter whether or not

Alondra trusts her?

Alondra couldn't accept this reality...

Her face was on fire and she wanted to lash out against Sylvia, to

irritate Sylvia.

But her face was stiff, her muscles were twitching, and she could only

clench her fists in silence, unable to speak.

Franklin couldn't help but let out a chuckle not far away, "My wife is a

genius, how can you understand the world of geniuses?"

Sylvia was always a fast learner, and Franklin was really curious about

what kind of person his mother-in-law was to give birth to such a

talented daughter.

But ... since he met Sylvia, he had rarely heard her mention her mother,

who he only knew had died long ago.