David looked a bit bewildered. How could someone so young have such impressive acupuncture skills? It was, honestly, a bit of a blow to his ego.


    No wonder they didn''t bother hiding the procedure from him. Watching wouldn''t have helped him learn something so advanced.


    Mirabe let the golden thread weave through the veins near Frank''s heart for a bit before she began the delicate task of removing the needles. Taking them out wasn''t any easier than putting them in-actually, it was trickier.


    Ten minutester, Mirabe pulled out thest silver needle. "All done."


    She was looking a bit pale, her sweat trickling down her forehead and into her cor. After she re-sterilized the needles, she dragged a chair over and copsed into it to rest.


    Frank was drenched in sweat too. The moment the golden thread entered his body, the sharp, concentrated pain nearly made him lose hisposure.


    David handed him a towel, helped him sit up, and then quickly checked his pulse. It was steady-actually, it was normal??


    David took a deep breath and checked again, finding the same result. Suddenly, he turned to Mirabe, "Is he healed now?"


    Mirabe took a sip of the water Johnny handed her, her voice calm, "Not yet."


    David hesitated, "But his pulse is stable. Howe?"


    Leaning back in her chair, Mirabe rubbed her wrist, "The body has its own rhythm of metabolism, and some elements in the blood need to get processed. But stubborn elements like toxins, if you forcefully remove them, it can just speed up aging, especially in older folks. Aggressive treatments aren''t always the best." "To fully rid the body of ustomed toxins, you first have to create a ''normal'' illusion. After they adapt to it for a while, you can gently remove them without any side effects. This is called the pseudo-cure method."


    It was rare for Mirabe to exin things so thoroughly.


    David took a moment to process this, still not fully wrapping his head around it, "So, we need to do another acupuncture sessionter?"


    Mirabe nodded, "Probably in a week."


    "In a week, he''ll bepletely healed?" David pressed on.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, "If he can handle it, maybe even five days."


    David, chuckling awkwardly, realized the more he asked, the more confused he became.


    He shuffled a chair closer to Mirabe, "By the way, that medicine... did you make it yourself?"


    Mirabe tilted her head, "Which medicine?"


    "The one you gave Mason." David was fascinated by ancient remedies, even more than acupuncture.


    His eyes were fixed on Mirabe.


    Mirabe twirled her fingers and admitted, "Yes."


    Even though David suspected it, hearing it confirmed left him wide-eyed: "!!!!"


    A twenty-year-old S-rank pharmacist!! Are kids these days just incredible?! David took a couple of minutes to steady himself, then suddenly thought of something and asked, "You can refine ancient medicines?"


    Mirabe, noting David''s eager expression, paused briefly before modestly saying, "Just a little."


    "Could you tell me who taught you?" David''s voice had an edge of urgency.


    The medicine from before, though it seemed rough, had refining techniques he recognized.


    Every pharmacist has their unique methods, so even the same form can produce medicines of different qualities.