After inserting the final needle, Mirabe stood up straight and let out a deep breath. Her face was a shade paler than usual, and her smooth forehead was dotted with fine beads.


    of sweat.


    Niki, finallying to his senses from his initial shock, nced at Mirabe and asked, “Is… is that it?”


    Mirabe reached for a tissue from the bedside table and gently dabbed the sweat from her brow, saying slowly. “Not yet. Right now, the silver needles have just been ced. I’ll need to probe abd assess the situation before I remove them.”


    At this, Niki looked utterly dumbfounded, his face a mixture of incredulity and confusion. He knew about acupuncture, but probing was foreign to him. He wanted to ask but felt too embarrassed. He couldn’t help but feel that his own proudly mastered medical skills were elementarypared to the youngdy’s techniques. The way Mirabe discerned and understood the body’s points seemed more intuitive than his decades of studying alternative medicine. It was a bit hard to swallow.


    Mirabe pulled a chair over to sit by the bed and then took James‘ pulse again, her delicate eyebrows smoothing out. “How are you feeling now?”


    Only Mirabe and Niki remained in the room; Wyatt and Curtis had stepped out while she was working with the needles.


    James tried to muster a smile but couldn’t. He quietly watched Mirabe, his eyes intense and still. After a moment, he parted his lips and, with a strong voice, said, “Very well.”


    Mirabe nodded, her expression calm as she remarked, “Your voice suggests as much.”


    James gave a nonmittal grunt.


    Checking the time, Mirabe turned to Niki. “You can go and rest, Niki. I’ve got this covered.”


    Despite his eagerness to learn about probing, Niki heard her suggestion and knew that sticking around wouldn’t be helpful. Reluctantly, he left the room.


    Outside, Wyatt and Curtis immediately queried Niki upon his exit, “How is it going?”


    Niki stroked his long beard, his face no longer bearing its earlier tension, and said. coolly, “With Mirabe in there, what’s there to worry about?”


    Hearing this, Wyatt and Curtis felt their anxiety lessen.


    “Mirabe’s medical skills might even surpass mine. It might be best for her to manage James‘ treatments from now on. There’s hope for curing old ailments,” Niki added with a sense of wonder.


    <b>11:21 </b>


    The times are indeed changing,” he thought.


    Wyatt and Curtis exchanged a look of visible shock. They knew Mirabe was a top–notch alchemist, but they hadn’t imagined her medical prowess could make Niki feel inferior. This <b>was</b>… rming.


    She was only eighteen–what a terrifying thought!


    Niki waved to them and then headed toward the staircase. He paused after a few steps, turning back to add, “Oh, and you might want to prepare some energy–boosting chicken soup for Mirabe. She’ll probably be quite drained after tonight’s session.”


    Curtis nodded and offered, “Let me walk you out, Niki.”


    “I’ll arrange for something to be made for Ms. Mirabe,” Wyatt volunteered, taking on the task.


    Soon, Niki left the vi.


    Back in the bedroom, Mirabe continued with her treatment after a short rest.


    The probing method using silver needles wasplex. It was a proud and secret technique of the Massolio family, so unique that it could bring someone back from the brink of death.


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