Chapter 122
“H–Help” The driver’s voice was alarmingly weak, yet his hand shot out and clutched the bedsheet with a death grip.
His fingernails dug viciously into the steel bedframe, threatening to split, as his body shook uncontrollably.
Zina rushed over and grabbed the driver’s fingers, wrenching with all her strength to pry them open. But the man remained rigid as stone–his eyes wide and unblinking, fixed motionlessly on the ceiling.
“Let go,” Zina said firmly. “I need to examine you–I’m a doctor.”
“Let go.” Zina’s voice hardened as she applied more force, but the man’s fingers only grew even more rigid.
Amid the standoff. Andy let out a quiet sigh. “Let me
However, the moment Andy spoke, all the strength instantly drained from the driver’s body.
With unexpected ease. Zina pried the driver’s fingers open.
A fleeting look of suspicion crossed Zina’s face as she glanced at Andy, before she lowered her head again, focusing even more intently on examining the driver,
Zina said calmly, “It’s nothing serious. It was probably just a brief stiffening reaction.
With that, Zina fixed her full attention on the driver once more.
Zina wondered if it was just her imagination–the driver, who had shown a sudden flicker of vitality just moments ago, now looked utterly deflated, as if all the fight had been taken out of him.
Something clicked in Zina’s mind, her brows furrowing deeply. In one swift motion, she retrieved a silver acupuncture needle from her coat and defily inserted it into the driver’s scalp
The silver needle met with tremendous resistance, barely advancing millimeter by millimeter.
Her skilled fingers glided lightly over the driver’s scalp, pausing at a precise acupoint. With careful pressure, the tension in his brow finally eased slightly
Seizing this brief window of relaxation, Zina deftly inserted the silver needle into its precise acupoint.
Only after completing the procedure did Zina finally pause to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead.
A sudden chill crept down Zina’s spine. She instinctively turned–only to find herself staring into a pair of cold, predatory
eyes.
It was Andy.
“Mr. Wood, he should wake up soon. Could you have someone bring me his recent medication records?” Zina spoke with a cold smile that didn’t reach her eyes, her gaze never once leaving Andy
Andy seemed to snap back to reality. With a curt nod, he motioned for an assistant to handle the task, then settled into the chair beside the hospital bed.
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A few minutes later, Zina took a seat as well, right in the chair beside Andy.
As their eyes met, Zina suddenly remarked. “Mr. Wood, you seem unusually invested in this driver.
Andy smiled. “After all, he’s been with me for so many years–a trusted old hand. Your medical skills are truly impressive, Miss Sinclair; even I find my interest piqued. No wonder Mr. Logan is so eager to have you stay.”
Andy clearly wanted to drop the subject. Without hesitation, he deliberately redirected the conversation to Zina.
Zina kept her smile perfectly in place, betraying nothing.
A heavy silence settled between them.
Unbeknownst to them, the patient on the bed let out a low, pained whimper.
Zina rushed over, only to find the driver’s eyes wide with agony and bloodshot, making the scene even more terrifying.
Zina swiftly undid the straps restraining the driver, then deftly flicked her silver acupuncture needle into place on one of his pressure points.
The driver let out a guttural moan of agony, then clenched his fists and began pounding violently against his chest.
The commotion in the room caught the attention of a nurse, but the young nurse–clearly inexperienced with such patients
instantly froze in place, too terrified to move.
The young nurse stammered, “W–What do I do? What did you do to the patient? Oh god, I’m done for. Why did this have to happen on my very first day as an intern?”
