Chapter 26


    “If you can’t handle it, maybe we should let Dr. Greg take a crack at it.”


    “You’re still wet behind the ears, probably haven’t dealt with this kind of situation. Dr. Greg, can you


    rack your brains for a solution? We can’t just sit on our hands here.”


    “If you can’t…”


    “Who said I can’t?” Arabe lifted her gaze, her eyes brimming with confidence.


    The speaker was taken aback by her audacity, “If you’ve got the chops, then step up!”


    Phillip’s breathing was getting weaker…


    The sound of the venttor rm was bing more frequent…


    Upon hearing the rm, Arabe swiftly opened her needle case.


    Everyone was stunned. What was she nning to do? Employ some Eastern acupuncture?


    “This is an operating room! Are you seriously going to perform acupuncture here?”


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    “The patient is in critical condition, he can’t handle your messing around.”


    “If you don’t have any other tricks up your sleeve, then step aside and stop wasting time!”


    Arabe started inserting silver needles into the old man’s head, heart, and arm.


    The nearby nurse was scared out of her wits. This girl had guts, she had stuck needles all over Phillip..


    “Don’t peddle your Eastern medicine mumbo jumbo here!”


    Finally, one doctor couldn’t stand it any longer and was about to intervene, when Dr. Greg scolded him,


    “Enough!”


    The nurse quickly chimed in, “Mr. McMillian said we’re to follow her lead.””


    Under Romeo’s orders, the others, though ticked off, didn’t dare to object, with only one brave soul


    saying, “Fine, you handle it!”


    After the needles were inserted into Phillip’s pressure points, it wasn’t long before Phillip coughed up


    some blood…


    Everyone was dumbstruck.


    Even Brodie in the observation room was startled, “Is Phillip okay? He seems to be getting worse.“.


    Why did Phillip suddenly cough up blood?


    After coughing up blood, Phillip’s condition gradually stabilized.


    The venttor stopped sounding its rm.


    All the doctors were staring at Arabe in shock.


    Arabe saw that it was about time, began to remove the needles, and casually said, “He’s fine now.


    Let’s get him back to his room.


    All the doctors were looking at her withplex expressions.


    “If you hadn’t jumped the gun with your surgery… these few needles would have done the trick.”


    Arabe packed up her needles and walked out after dropping this bombshell.


    Everyone was blown away, with Dr. Greg being the first to grasp her meaning. Recalling the process


    and points where she inserted the needles, he mulled it over and suddenly understood, “Brilliant! So


    that’s what it was…


    He had studied acupuncture and understood Arabe’s methods…


    But the other doctors were in the dark, and came to ask:


    “Dr. Greg, did you get it? Tell us…”


    “How did she do that?”


    “Mr. McMillian… Miss Arabe… she…” Carl was too shocked to finish his sentence.


    What kind of person was she?


    It was a disease that had all the professional doctors stumped, and she healed it with a few needles?


    Was it that the other doctors were ipetent, or was her skill just too superior?


    As Arabe stepped out of the operating room, she saw Romeo walking towards her, her bag still


    slung over his shoulder.


    Arabe had left in a hurry earlier and had given her bag to him. She hadn’t expected him to carry it for


    so long.