NovelEnglishJust as they were talking, the bodyguard ushered Dr. Funke into the room.
Dr. Funke was still in his lab coat, having been hauled over before he could even change. Yet, instead of showing any signs of resentment for being dragged in, he wore a mocking smile as he walked into the room.
"Master," Lydia called out nervously, holding a set of acupuncture needles in her hands.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeeing Dr. Funke, Thalassa greeted him with a guilty and apologetic tone, "Dr. Funke." "I see the placement on the head isn't bad, but what about the leg here? Why are we missing a needle?" Dr. Funke approached Lysander, inspecting the needles placed in him, and began giving Lydia an impromptu lesson. Embarrassed, Lydia admitted, "I misplaced one." "The most crucial needle in the leg and you misplaced it? You've never made such a rookie mistake during practice. What, not used to working on a real person?" Dr. Funke quizzed.
David was taken aback. What was Dr. Funke saying? His apprentice was using their esteemed Lysander for practice? Their prestigious Mr. Sinclair, treated as a test subject? Could Mr. Sinclair tolerate this? Shocked, David feared for Lydia's future.
Daring to use Lysander as a test subject, was she out of her mind? As surprised as David was, he couldn't help but glance at Lysander, noticing his face darken like an ink spill, clearly upset.
Lydia, good luck to you.
Hearing Dr. Funke openly refer to Lysander as a test subject sent chills down Lydia's spine. She glanced at Lysander worriedly and quickly replied, "Master, I would've been accurate if not for his intrusion that startled me, causing the needle to veer off course..." C NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON Lydia indicated David.
David immediately stiffened up, apologizing, "Dr. Funke, my apologies. It was my ignorance, not recognizing your esteemed nor your apprentice. It was foolish ofto summon you in such a manner. If you're upset, feel free to punish me; I won't complain." Dr. Funke merely glanced at David briefly, paying him little mind, and took the needle from Lydia. Squatting down, he began a hands-on lesson, "See, there's a difference between a human and a mannequin in a lab. Humans can move at any time, whereas mannequins do not. So, when you're needling a person, you need to stabilize the area with one hand, ensuring swift, precise, and forceful insertion to guarantee success." As he explained, Dr. Funke inserted the needle into a point on Lysander's leg.
As the needle penetrated, Lysander couldn't help but let out a muffled groan of pain. "Lysander!" Thalassa called out in alarm, her heart leaping into her throat again.
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She stepped forward, but Dr. Funke and Lydia were by Lysander's side, blocking her approach. Besides, they were treating Lysander, and she didn't want to intrude. Hearing his pained groan, her anxiety and tension soared.
"See, just like that. Now, try the other leg for me," Dr. Funke saidunaffected by the surroundings and continuing his instruction to Lydia. Lydia, sweating bullets, quickly nodded, "Yes, Master." Usually, no one felt pain when Dr. Funke applied needles.
But this time, Lysander's reaction was clearly more painful than when Lydia had made her mistake.
Lydia couldn't help but wonder, was Dr. Funke doing this on purpose?
"Dr. Funke, David has already apologized. It was his idea to have you brought here by the bodyguard, and it has nothing to do with Lysander. You don't need to take it out on him, making Lysander suffer like this," Rosalind couldn't stand it anymore and confronted Dr. Funke, visibly upset. X Search the (F) indwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
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