NovelEnglishThalassa had so much faith in her, and Lydia knew she needed to muster up sof that confidence in herself too.
Taking a deep breath, Lydia looked Lysander squarely in the eyes and said, "If you're willing to put your trust in me, I'm confident I can hit every single point with precision!" "Being precise doesn't necessarily mean you can cure him," Rosalind interjected, aiming to undercut Lydia's confidence.
"No doctor can guarantee a hundred percent cure rate to their patients," Lydia responded firmly. "All we can do is give it our all..." "So, after all is said and done, you're just using Lysander as your guinea pig. My Lysander is too noble to be treated like a lab rat!" "Rosalind, give it a rest," Lysander remarked, his gaze stern as he glanced at Rosalind, a subtle reprimand in his eyes.
Rosalind felt a lump form in her throat, overwhelmed by a sense of injustice. She was only trying to look out for Lysander, and yet, he was reprimanding her! Couldn't he see how much she cared for him? With a huff, Rosalind turned her back, refusing to look at Lysander, sulking silently. Search the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThalassa watched anxiously, unsure of what Lysander's decision would be. She hoped he would agree to Lydia's treatment, especially since Dr. Funke was completely off the grid, engrossed in researching her aunt's illness. If he wasn't willing, no one could persuade him otherwise.
Just as Thalassa's anxiety was reaching its peak, Lysander's voice, deep and magnetic, broke the silence, "Begin." Lydia paused, taken aback by surprise and then, overwhelmed with joy. Lysander was willing to let her proceed! His willingness meant he trusted her! Earning the trust of someone she greatly admired filled Lydia with both excitement and happiness, more thrilling than winning a million-dollar lottery. "Alright!" Lydia nodded vigorously.
As she reached for the acupuncture needles, she glanced at Thalassa, noticing her tense expression melting away into relief.
G NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON Lydia pulled out the needles, positioning herself behind Lysander, searching his head for the precise points to insert them. Just as she was about to proceed, a sudden wave of nervousness washed over her. Despite several attempts, she couldn't bring herself to insert the needle.
Even though Lysander had agreed to her treatment, the thought of him being such a respected and stern leader weighed heavily on her.
"Hesitation now? Want to end up running laps with weights?" Lysander's authoritative voice rang out.
"Sir, I apologize!" Lydia immediately snapped to attention, setting aside her doubts to focus solely on the task at hand, following the procedure she had learned.
The needle that had been hesitating in her hand now found its mark on Lysander's head with precision and speed. There was no hesitation; the needle's placement was perfect, not a millimeter off.
It was as if she was holding a firearm at a shooting range, initially hesitant to shoot. But at the commander's order, she focused intently, squeezed the trigger, and hit the bullseye with no deviation. The success of the first needle bolstered Lydia's confidence. One by one, she inserted the remaining needles into all the necessary points.
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Standing by, Thalassa watched Lydia's fluid and accuratemovements, a smile of satisfaction spreading across her lips. She knew Lydia would do just fine. After finishing with the head, Lydia moved to Lysander's legs, inserting needles to stimulate the points and bring sensation back to his legs.
Just as she was about to insert a needle into a critical point, someone "M.
burst in announcing, "Mr. Sinclair, we've dispatched a team to apprehend Dr. Funke at his clinic!" At the mention of Dr. Funke's name, Lydia's steady hand twitched, causing the needle to slip slightly.
"Mhm!" A muffled grunt escaped Lysander's throat.
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