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Chapter <b>173 </b>Isabelle’s Skilled Methods
None of the doctors or experts dared to give any advice.
In the Harris Residence<b>, </b>inside George’s house.
The bathroom in the room was veryrge and spacious. The bathtub was just the right size, built like a swimming pool.
Old Mr. Harris, with his upper body bare, was ced into the hot bathtub. <b>George </b>and his nephew, Sam, supported him from one side, ensuring he could sit steadily in the water.
Isabelle brought a chair and sat behind Old Mr. Harris, preparing to perform acupuncture. Mr. Garth assisted from the side.
Seeing the needles <b>that </b>Isabelle took out, Mr. Garth leaned in for a closer look and asked, “Miss Jenkins, these needles aren’t the ones you bought from me, are they?”
In the afternoon, Dn went to the vi and brought Isabelle’s needles over.
Without looking up, Isabelle replied, “Mr. Harris gave them to me.”
Sam couldn’t help but nce at Uncle George.
Mr. Garth seemed to understand something. He smiled and said, “Good stuff. I imagine these needles weren’t easy toe by.”
Mr. Garth couldn’t wait to see Isabelle work her magic.
At six o’clock in the evening, the sky gradually grew <b>darker</b>.
Isabelle held a silver needle in her hand. Her acupuncture technique was somewhat different from usual. After inserting the needle into the acupuncture point, she used a somewhat rough method, forcefully manipting the needle with abrupt movements that even caused the skin to tug
Onlookers were startled <b>and </b>apprehensive at the sight.
George had seen Isabelle administer pain–relieving acupuncture to Jack, and he had also seen her treat herself for menstrual pain. She was always very quick.
And this time, it was going to take more time and effort.
It was over half an hour before Isabelle had inserted about a dozen needles into Old Mr. Harris‘ back. The techniques for the heart area and his head were different.
But no matter which technique she used, Isabelle was skilled, proficient, and easily handled it.
Mr. Garth watched without even blinking, afraid to make a sound for fear of disturbing Isabelle. So when he saw something amazing, he could only widen his eyes in silent astonishment.
After a while, both of his eyes were tired from staring.
When Isabelle administered acupuncture, she was as focused and serious as when she used a surgical knife or conducted experiments. Her eyes were fixed only on the acupuncture points, with nothing else in them.
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Her voice was clear and cold, with a slight hoarseness that hinted at fatigue.
Her serious demeanour had a kind of indescribable charm.
Sam was both restrained and captivated by her.
Isabelle straightened her body as thest needle was ced and slowly exhaled. Finally, the long acupuncture process ended.
Her fair forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
Isabelle grabbed Old <b>Mr. </b>Harris hand and checked his pulse.
Then, she took a prepared knife, grabbed his hand, and cut the tips of his ten fingers, cing them in
water.
Fresh red blood slowly flowed out of Old Mr. Harris’s body, gradually turning from bright red to dark red.
Mr. Garth, on the side, looked on in astonishment.
Isabelle continued with the acupuncture, helping the toxins to be expelled as quickly <b>as </b>possible.
Soon, the once clear water turned into dark, bloody water.
The bathroom was filled with <b>the </b>smell of blood, apanied by a strong stench.
Isabelle asked while continuing to administer acupuncture, “<b>How </b>is the <b>medicine </b>decoctioning along?”
Dn snapped out of his thoughts and hurriedly responded, “I’ll go check.”
Before long<b>. </b>Dn returned with Mr. Garth’s assistant.
Taking the medicine from the assistant, Dn tested its temperature, then instructed George and his nephew to move Old Mr. Harris‘ back a bit and tilt his head upward.
Isabelle then asked Mr. Garth to help open Old Mr. Harris‘ mouth.
Isabelle ced the rim of the bowl near his mouth, as if intending to pour it down, but Mr. Garth was about to say how <b>a </b>person who was unconscious could drink when Isabelle reached out and gently stroked
<b>his </b>throat,
Mr. Garth didn’t even see the technique clearly, and the bowl of medicine was poured down in one go. Not a drop leaked out.
Mr. Garth opened his mouth, shook his head in astonishment, and said, “Everything that happened today <b>has </b>truly amazed me.”
Others <b>didn’t </b>understand alternative medicine, but upon hearing Mr. Garth’s words, they knew how skilled <b>Isabelle </b>was with her methods.
After doing all this, Isabelle put down the bowl <b>and </b>said, “Remove the needles in about two hours, and the toxin should be mostly cleared.”
After speaking, she picked <b>un </b><b>a </b>chair. She sat by the bathtub, directly facing Old Mr. Harris, resting while
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observing his condition.
Old Mr. Harris‘ face was dark and lifeless, but much better than when he was in the hospital. His lips were also not as dark and purple.
After she finished looking at Old Mr. Harris, she nced at George. The father and son had simr eyebrows and noses.
At <b>that </b>moment, George happened to look at her. After a brief exchange of nces, Isabelle looked away first and turned her gaze back to Old Mr. Harris.
As the toxins were expelled from the body, the stench of the toxinspletely overwhelmed the bloody smell in the bathroom, making it unbearable and difficult to breathe.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.
But Qiao Ying seemed oblivious to the smell. She sat in the chair with her back against the wall, and her eyes closed <b>at </b>some point as if she had fallen asleep.
There was weariness in her expression.
George asked Dn to take over and help him support Old Mr. Harris.
He walked quietly to Isabelle’s side, bent down, and lifted her horizontally from the chair.
The person in his arms furrowed her brows slightly but didn’t move.
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